My Master is a Jerk

"I guess you have no choice but to be my slave from now on.”

I looked at him in disbelief. Did he just tell me to be his slave? Nobody tells me, the heiress of the Bryant Enterprise, to be their slave.

“And what if I don’t want to?”

He took a step closer to me, his smirk never leaving his face. “I’m afraid you don’t have a choice. It’s either that, or I’m reporting you to the police.”

If glares can kill, this jerk would have been dead a billion times already. If I’m sent to the police station, they will most likely call my parents. Sure, mom and dad could probably get me out of this mess and I could go back to live my luxurious life, but that’ll mean I’m agreeing to marry that person that dad picked out for me and no way in hell would I want that. I’m definitely not marrying someone that I don’t even love. I’ll rather be a slave than live an unhappy, loveless life.

“What’s your final decision?” He asked me impatiently. “The police station or be my slave?”

“I’ll... be your slave...” I uttered out those 4 words that will soon send me to hell.