Chapter Nine

Naomi's POV

My eyes darted at him in fear; there was something intangible going on in this house, and I was keen to find out. It was very annoying that I didn't know what it was. The only thing that I didn't understand was the fact that the maid was afraid of him. 

When I mean fear, I was talking about sheer horror. It crossed her eyes when she was talking about him, and I was also a bit scared because it didn't just make sense to me that she would not want to talk to me.

"I'll be in my room, Master." She replied and walked, more like rushed away. 

Hus eyes raj over my figure in curiosity, which was strange considering the fact that I was used to being stared at lewdly. 

"Why am I really here?" I inquired. The room was luxurious, completely different from what I was used to, and it made me feel a bit weird and unworthy. I mean, I would understand if he kept me in a dungeon.

"I'm living in a luxurious room, which is really strange," I continued.

He walked towards me like a predator, and I was a bit scared. What was he about to do to me? My legs moved a step backward, and he kept on approaching me. 

"You have a problem with instructions. How the hell did Alex cope with you?" He  dipped his hands into his pocket and stopped just a few inches from me. We were practically sharing the same air, and I was thinking of the best way that I could send him away without sounding rude. His deep eyes bore into mine. There was no attraction beyond the physical.

"What do you have for me?" He asked me and I froze, shook my head to get rid of the thoughts that had taken residence.

"Do I dance for you?" I inquired. I was used to dancing so it would set the mood. I took a furtive glance at the room, there was a pillar in the middle. I could make it work. 

I placed my hand on his shoulders and he shrugged it away, and I felt humiliated. "What? You don't want that?"

"Do something else. Impress me."

I am still racking my brains about what he was probably expecting from me. I didn't have any skills nor did I think that he would be this unresponsive. My eyes wandered to his crotch. He looked like he packed a decent organ. "Are you impotent?" I blurted. My hands flew to my mouth to stop the words from spilling. My mouth suddenly lost control in his presence.

"I'm sorry about that."

"What can you offer?" He replied and sat on my bed. 

"Sex? What else did you buy me for?" I replied. He was confusing me and I didn't like it. We were supposed to get down to business. Realizing that my tone sounded harsh, I smiled and walked closer to him, knelt in front of him and reached for his crotch again, but he smacked my hands away. 

"Sex is all you offer." 

Now I was pissed. "If you don't want sex, you can simply say so. Acting like I'm trash or as if you didn't know what I was up to right from the start is very bad, and I won't be a party to that." I snapped.

His eyes flashed dangerously, but I didn't care because he was the one who pushed me to the wall. I mean, who does that? 

"I think I need to teach you a lesson." 

"There's nothing new under the sun. What can you possibly do to...?" I trailed off, I was going to set this man into a fit of rage which wouldn't be the best thing to do for myself. "I'm sorry about that, I'm not just used to conversing with my clients. I don't know what else I can offer you since you don't want sex." I apologized, making sure that my face remained contrite.

"I need you to..." 

My stomach growled in hunger and his eyes darted to mine. " You haven't eaten. Emma." He called again and a few minutes later, Emma appeared in the doorway. 

Now this was strange. Does this mean that she was at his beck and call? I had looked outside and didn't see her, but she was here already. 

"Make sure she eats." He ordered and walked out of the room. 

Emma nodded and went downstairs, only to return a few minutes later, with a steaming plate of pasta and chicken. It was sautéed with curry sauce. 

This was mind-blowing. I guess there were a lot of things that I wasn't aware of, and it was overwhelming.

"Good to see that you are settling in nicely." Emma spoke as I dug into the meal. I hadn't bothered to thank her because she had expressly said that she didn't want to be spoken to. I guess that was their rule in the house. 

"Yes, thank you. Please pardon my bad manners." I apologized and she waved it off. She didn't take offense to that, so I guess I was free from any issues. 

I glanced at her and noticed her glazed eyes. "Are you a witch?" I blurted again and shook my head. I guess I was on a roll today. 

Her head tilted slightly sideways, and she began to laugh. "I see why he bought you." 

"Why did he buy me? Me? Are there many that he bought?" I replied, trying to get the layout and blueprint of this place. 

"That's not my place to answer." 

I almost tore my hair out because of her answer. She was not ready to tell me anything. She suddenly stiffened and I looked at the doorway. Behold, the man of the hour had arrived.

This time, he was in a white tee-shirt and smelt heavenly. I guess he had just freshly showered. 

"Are you done with your meal?"

"Yes?" 

"It's time."