Chapter four

Tyrone opened the box of his gift. He couldn't wait to see the gift that his father had got for him. The minute he opened the box he held his breath in waiting, his jaw dropped when he saw a man stand up from inside the box.

"What is this?" he asked disappointed that it wasn't the helicopter he was looking forward to.

"Your gift," his father replied to him.

"What kind of gift is this? You promised me a helicopter," he stated angrily.

"A man. I bought him for you," he said surprising the prince to the core.

"Where in the world did you buy a person for me?" he asked furiously. His blood was boiling and his inner demon was screaming for blood.

"Black market," he said casually not caring of how crazy he sounded. He was crazy.

"A boy would expect his father to travel the country and buy for him a car or a shirt, not a person," Ty said to his father angrily.

"He is yours. Deal with it," his father replied. "You can have your helicopter when you prove you can be responsible for him. His name is..."

"What is his name?" Ty asked. Knowing his father, the man must not have bothered to learn what the boy's name is.

"Doesn't matter. He belongs to you and you can name him," he said and walked away.

Ty stared at the man who looked a little older than him and sighed. "You'd expect a billionaire/king to know how to give a proper gift to his son," he said massaging his forehead.

He felt helpless of what to do with the older man in the box that is his to take care of. He couldn't refuse the gift as it meant no helicopter for him but keeping him wasn't an option.

"Massir, take him away and see to it he gets some food and proper clothes," he ordered and went upstairs. This in his life were going from bad to worse and he was not sure why. He dropped on his bed to take a nap.

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Massir took the slave to the servants quarters and gave him a room. He got food brought for the servant and had clothes in the room for him to change into.

"Name?" he asked him.

The man stared at him as though not understanding what he was asking for. He just stood silently with his eyes watching the butler.

"Do you speak English?" the butler questioned. He got no reply from the man. "Just eat and get cleaned up," he said giving up.

He had run the whole night, he was drained and tired and the slave could be taken care of at another time, he walked out of the room locking the door behind him. When he left the man sat down on the bed. He looked around his room cautiously.

There was the bed, two bed side tables on each side of the bed. A wardrobe and a coffee table by the window. The door to the bathroom was next to the bedside table to his right.

The room wasn't big or too spacious but it was more decent than any place he had ever been to. He touched the soft mattress underneath his hands and couldn't help but feel a little warm in his heart.

He had never had the privilege of sitting on such a soft mattress let alone sleep in one. The room was a dream for someone like him and he wished never to wake up. And that he knew could only happen if his master didn't cast him out of the house.

His eyes landed on the table that had his food, he drooled at the delicious delicacies that was offered for him to eat. It was a bowl of rice and chicken, he greedily dug into his food.

He ate very fast to avoid having the food snatched away from him. His master could change his mind about feeding him and come for the food, he feared.

He kept the plate down when he was done with the meal. He kept his bag on the ground and laid on the bed, he closed his eyes to catch some sleep. His mind had other ideas, the minute he closed his eyes all he saw was him.

The first thing he saw when he emerged from the box, the prettiest being he had ever met. With the beautiful blue eyes that remainder him of the sky, long black hair. His thick eyelashes that made him look cute with the angry expression in his face. His straight nose and thin lips that further complimented his beauty.

The prince looked absolutely gorgeous to him. His slightly pink skin gave him an urge to reach out his hand and caress the boy.

He thought of it carefully in his mind. The man who bought him seemed to care for the boy a lot. And if he wasn't mistaken he might have been purchased for the boy with the way the man reacted. And if he wished for his dream never to end then he would need to win favor with the boy.

He didn't look to young, perhaps the furthest could be a difference of three to four years difference in age. He pictured the prince in his mind and vowed to get the boy to like him so much he wouldn't wish to send him away ever.

He opened his eyes while trying to figure out how he would be able to please a boy who had everything. He lived in such a big so he must lack anything. What could he possibly offer to the boy when he had the money to buy whatever he wanted.

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Ty opened his eyes in his room, his demon was becoming restless. His mate was close by and he could feel it. The feeling was getting stronger, he could no longer rest.

He got up from the bed and paced around the room thinking of who his mate might be and why he/she affected him so badly.