Chapter Six: Ten Percent

Stacie's POV

 Four beautiful girls were standing in front of me, staring widely at me. Coherent speech seemed to have deserted them.

I couldn't help but ask; " What are you looking at?" 

When I received no response, I wiped a hand over my chin. "Have I something on my face?"

"What?" One of them cleared her throat. "So sorry, you just look too beautiful to be a slave. We weren't expecting a pretty face like yours." She said, smiling.

Like you guys aren't so beautiful too. I said in my head.

Though I grinned, I still felt a little uncomfortable as to the exaggeration of my beauty. I know I'm beautiful but I just don't get the "too beautiful" part.

As if sensing my discomfort, she extended her hands. "I'm Nora"

I shook her hand, a fake smile plastered on my face. "I'm Stacie"

She continued, "You're welcome to our midst, This is Sandra, Shannon and Maggie, we are all roommates" The other girls greeted me one after the other, all with smiling faces.

"Well you'll be staying in a separate room from us" One of the other girls, Maggie informed me rather excitedly  as she took my hands, leading me down the corridor.

"And why is that?" I asked her, feeling a little bit uncomfortable at her excitement about me staying in a separate room. What's she thinking??

"Let's say Alpha Antoine left his clear instructions about that. Your duty is to attend to him and his visitors." 

"Here we are" She announced as we stopped in front of a door. She brought out a key and opened the door.

The room looked very beautiful painted pink and white, my favorite colour. It was not like a normal slave's room. It almost looked like my own chamber room. I looked around and liked what I saw.

"Now, let's get you dressed up" Maggie said, giving my body a run down look I couldn't fathom. She then added; "You'll be meeting him in an hour's time"

I went into the closet and changed into the dress that the picked for me. It was a blue short gown, having a opening at the burst line revealing my cleavages. The gown was close fitted and brought out my curves. I felt it was too revealing and wanted to change it, but was told it was handpicked by Antoine. I had to just wear it, as I didn't want to give him any trouble just after my arrival.

They styled my hair with a gel, and put a little touch of makeup on my face, giving me a whole different look. 

The girls were all treating me like a princess, speaking a little formal and being polite to me and it got me bothered.

"Why am I getting this princess------ special treatment?" I asked them.

"Alpha Antoine made it clear that you weren't a regular slave".

That got me smiling. That was so thoughtful of him. Does that mean my mate cared a little about me?

I stood up, went to the standing mirror to give myself one final look before I go out to meet Antoine in his chambers. I smiled, looking pleased by my appearance. Antoine won't have the balls to reject me once again after seeing me looking so hot like this. I won't let him get away after what he did to me earlier. He has to finish what he started.

Nora, Sandra and Shannon left the room leaving me and Maggie alone. Now, what's she still waiting for? I gave her a questioning look.

"So sorry, I just wanted to wish you luck. I look forward to seeing you around, E-mily" Now, she had that creepy look on her face again.

I was about to say something when she quickly rushed out of the room. Weirdo! I thought.

"What exactly is her problem? What is she? A lesbian or what?" I thought as I stepped out of my room to carry out my mission. 

Yes!!! I am on a mission.

It may seem impossible, but I'm not giving up. I need to seduce Antoine for two reasons. One is a personal one to make him pay for what he did to me earlier at the auction room, leaving me hanging with sexual frustration. I'll make sure to seduce him then leave him sexually frustrated too.

The other reason is to get a way to his heart, so he could help me avenge my parents death.

I entered into the living room in Antoine's chambers, squaring my shoulders, drawing a bracing breath and mentally rehearsing my opening lines to turn him on. He was right there, sitting on a sofa.

He looked at me, his face void of any emotion. I tried so hard to read his expression, but I guess no one has the ability to read the facial expressions of the almighty alpha Antoine. I don't even know if he was delighted about my presence here or if he was displeased. He just kept a neutral face.

"Sit down!" I heard him say, in a voice that shows that he wouldn't like to repeat himself, so I quickly sat down in the chair that was closest to him.

"Hi, goo--------" I began to say when he coldly cut me off.

"I never said you could talk. You don't talk until I tell you to do so!"

"That's rule number one!" His voice was so stiff and I'm sure I'd never heard such a cold voice before. This man lacked emotions. Like how could you be so cold to your mate on your first proper meeting?

Now, the chances of the success of my seduction have been reduced to 10 percent.

Did 10 percent sound like enough? I wondered. Maybe I should claim more percent by acting fast.

"Well, last I could remember, you didn't bring me here as your slave. You only wanted me to pay you back by working for you, that's different from the whole idea of slavery. So I don't think I need your permission to talk. And besides, I was only being polite by greeting you." I hadn't expected to sound so bold like that, I hope that puts him in his place and see that I'm no pushover.

He glared right at my soul. Releasing a dangerous aura and for a moment, I thought he was really going to hurt me, but he didn't.

Instead, he laughed and asked calmly. "Little Miss Stacie, who exactly do you think you are?

"I'm your mate!" I replied to him, not willing to back down.

He laughed again in his deep sexy baritone voice, turning me on.

"So what should I do about the fact that you're the mate of the almighty alpha Antoine? Pin a medal on you or something?"

This man is trying to get me so angry and ruin my plans but he wouldn't succeed. He's in for a shocker today. With that, I got up from my chair, walked up to him and sat on his lap.

"Instead of a medal, why not let's go with handcuffs" I whispered seductively to his ears.