Rich Bully

Nyra cursed Drake in her head and moved towards his closet to do his bidding.

When she opened the door and entered inside, she was awestruck with the sheer size of it.

His suit jackets are hung on one side, his shirts on the other side. Neatly arranged based on their colors. His ties are hung to a separate hanger which looked fancy. His nearly hundred pairs of shoes are neatly polished and kept in the shoe rack.

Nyra came outside the closet and was startled to find Drake Hamilton standing in front of her.

Drake looked at her coldly and noticed her empty hands.

"Where are my clothes?" he snapped at her.

'Beast, bully' Nyra cursed him inside her head. But gave him a pleasant smile.

"Mr Hamilton, all your clothes are already neatly pressed and arranged inside," Nyra said smugly.

Drake looked at her smug face and gritted his teeth.

"I see" he murmured and strode inside the closet.

Nyra looked confused.

'Now what is this beast up to?' She thought inside her head.

Drake brought all his clothes and threw them all on the floor. The pile kept increasing in size until it reached the height of Nyra's waist.

Nyra is not short in any counts. Drake is 6.2 and Nyra is 5.8. If the pile reached her waist, then it's not just a small pile. It's huge.

"Now they are dirty. Wash them, iron them and arrange them neatly exactly the way you found them a minute ago" he ordered her and left with a satisfied smirk on his face.

Nyra looked at his retreating back dumbfounded.

"You only have 6 hours left" Drake reminded her from somewhere in his room, enjoying her horrified expression a little too much.

"Beast" Nyra cursed a little louder.

"You said something?" he called back.

"No Mr Hamilton, I said Okay?" She said with fake sweetness.

Drake observed her from his peripheral vision and chuckled with mirth. He is not sure why he is enjoying troubling her.

Nyra took the clothes down into the basement where there is a washer and a drier, all the while cursing him in her head.

She loaded the washer and waited for it to finish. She then shifted the washed clothes into the drying machine and reloaded the washing machine.

She repeated the process a few more times until everything is done. She then proceeded to iron them all. It took her more than 6 hours to finish everything.

By the end of it all, she was tired and hungry. She neatly arranged the ironed clothes on to a hanger and took them all upstairs to arrange them neatly in his closet.

When she was about to open his closet door, his voice stopped her.

"What are you doing?" he asked her angrily.

'Now what did I do beast?' Nyra cursed in her head but maintained a pleasant smile on her face.

"Exactly like you asked me to Mr Hamilton. I am arranging your clothes inside your closet. I washed them and pressed them neatly" she said with fake sweetness.

Drake looked at the anger in her eyes. But she is acting all sweet despite being angry on him. A human with lots of courage. Is she not afraid of me? Just like my mate was not scared of me, he thought suddenly.

'Shut it, Drake. Don't compare your mate with a human' he scolded himself.

But this human picked his interest. He decided to taunt her further. 

"How dare you throw my clothes in a washing machine? They should only be dry cleaned" he snapped at her.

Nyra's face paled instantly. She used to live a simple life in a small village in the middle of nowhere with her grandmother. How would she know that? she thought in horror.

"I will tell Douglas to cut your 6 months salary" Drake threatened, looking at her pale face. 

He is enjoying her misery. 

'Suits you well for talking back to me' he thought smugly.

As soon as Nyra heard Drake mention her father's name, she panicked.

'If my father finds out that I troubled this beast, then he will send me back to my grandmother' 

'Stay under the radar Nyra. Don't bring attention to yourself ' her grandmother's words rang in her head.

'Grandma will surely kill me if that dragon mate of mine failed in his task' Nyra thought with horror.

Drake is amused at the panicked look in her eyes, as soon as he mentioned Douglas.

'Interesting, she is not scared of me, but she is scared of my butler?' he thought in amusement.

"Douglas" he yelled for his butler deliberately. The door is closed and his voice is not loud enough to carry through the door.

"No Mr. Hamilton, don't tell my father," Nyra asked Drake with panic.

'Father?' Now it's Drake's turn to be shocked.

"Douglas is your father?" he asked her in surprise.

"You don't know?" Nyra blurted out loud.

'Stupid stupid, you and your big mouth. My grandma is right, my big mouth will bring for me' Nyra cursed herself.

Drake glared at her tone.

"Douglas" he yelled again to threaten her.

Nyra immediately closed his mouth with her palm.

"Please" now she requested him sincerely.

The sincere plea in her eyes caught him off-guard.

"Mr Hamilton" Douglas knocked on the door.

'Usually boss calls on to the phone downstairs. Why is he yelling today? Is something wrong? I wonder who would be fired today?' Douglas wondered with panic.

Drake looked at her pleading green eyes that are looking at him with hope. He pointedly looked at the little soft palm that is covering his mouth.

Nyra immediately removed her hand and moved back.

Drake usually does not like anyone touching him. But he did not feel repulsed by her touch. That annoyed him a great deal.

'You have a mate' he reminded himself.

"Come in" he called his butler inside.

Douglas looked at the scene in front of him and paled.

'What is Nyra doing here? Is she the one who offended Mr Hamilton' Douglas thought with horror?

"Nyra? What have you done?" Douglas snapped at his daughter. But he didn't dare to raise his voice in front of Drake.

'Nyra' Drake rolled her name on his tongue. 

'It suits her unique personality' he thought before he could stop himself.

He snapped back to reality when he saw Nyra struggling to come up with a good excuse.

"Dad I..that.." Nyra stuttered.

For some reason, Douglas never liked to spend time with her. He always preferred his second wife and kids rather than her. She always tried to please him like a little girl who craves the love of her parents. But Douglas always acted aloof around her and finally send her to live with his mother and her grandmother.

Tattoo or not, she was given a chance to spend her time with him now. She doesn't want to ruin it. Even if it means dancing on to the tunes of Mr Hamilton.

Drake decided to save her.

"She didn't do anything wrong, Douglas. Why do you keep assuming things?" Drake said lazily, all the while looking at Nyra's face.

Relief was the first thing he noticed on her face.

"My apologies Mr Hamilton" Douglas said embarrassed.

'What is this all about?' Douglas wondered.

"I like the way your daughter serves me," Drake said with a hint of sarcasm which only Nyra heard.

She glared at him from behind her father, who is facing Drake.

Drake raised an eyebrow challenging her. 

Nyra closed her eyes with a sigh.

Douglas looked taken aback by that statement.

"I am glad we could serve you, Mr Hamilton" Douglas said proudly.

Douglas is not concerned for his daughter's safety. For he too like others believe that Mr Hamilton is a hard man to please and usually doesn't fancy wasting his time with the female population, let alone a human and a maid like his daughter. So he truly believed that his daughter must have impressed Mr Hamilton with her hard work. Douglas felt utterly proud of his daughter.

Nyra heard how proud her father is feeling about her and her heart squeezed painfully.

'If serving this beast pleases you father, then I will do it even though I don't like doing it' she thought bitterly.

"I want to appoint her as my personal maid. Prepare the room next to mine, and shift her things there. It's annoying to call for her whenever I need something"

Drake's words were so convincing, Douglas didn't find any fault in his command. So he immediately agreed.

"I will immediately prepare that room Mr Hamilton" Douglas became extremely happy.

Nyra became speechless. As far as she could remember, the room next to his is attached to his room. There is a door from this room to that, making it impossible to escape from this beast. Nyra glared at Drake with anger.

Just at the same moment, Douglas turned to face his daughter and patted her head lovingly. Nyra's eyes immediately softened.