Temptation

I slowly opened my eyes to the sight of a chandelier hanging above. Confusion washed over me as I looked around, this wasn't the room I had slept in last night. The bed, the furniture, the expensive drapes, everything is different.

I felt a slight headache, I reached out to the bottle on the nightstand and drank it.

I remember Lorenzo and my parents incident, how dare that bastard kick my parents out after tricking me.

With rage, I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me. I bursted into a long hallway, I asked the first maid I saw.

"Where is your boss?"

The maid stood frozen, wide-eyed, clearly caught off guard by sudden aggression.

"Take me to him!." I ordered.

"I'm sorry...I c-can't" She stammered.

I grabbed the mopping stick from her hand and aimed it at her throat.

"You better do as I say or I injure you!" I threatened.

To my surprise, the maid didn't flinched. She raised an eyebrow, more amused than frightened.

*Ahem.*

"I warning you, you don't know what I can do" I pressed the sharp edge of the mopping stick deeper into her skin.

But before I could blink, the maid twisted, disarming me with a quick flick of her wrist, sending the mop crashing to the floor.

Within seconds, I was on the ground, her foot lightly pinning me. "You think a mop would work on me?" she said, her eyes hard and dangerous, nothing like the submissive servant I expected.

I raised my both hands surrending.

"I was only joking, chill!" I faked a smile.

My heart raced. *What kind of maid is this?*

Did I pick the wrong person, her fighting moves, her look just now is intimidating and scaring.

She stepped back, releasing me, and I stood up.

"I trained for three years to work here. You're not going to get past me that easily."

"Right… got it," I muttered, swallowing hard.

"Now," she said sternly, "I already told you, you can't see Lord Lorenzo."

"Alright..." I said in a sad tone, then, tears, real ones welled up in my eyes. I played the only card I had left.

"I didn't mean to, I was just desperate. Your boss tricked me into signing a contract. I can only see my family and friends, twice a year. I can't go anywhere without his permission, I can't do anything with him. You see I'm my parents only daughter. He kicked them out earlier, please I'm begging you." I fell to the ground, crying.

The maid hesitated, her tough exterior cracking. She handed me a handkerchief. "I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do."

*Jeez, I need to put in more effort in my acting*

I cried more, hitting my chest.

"Dad, mummy, my cat...Jacky. I won't be seeing them. I haven't been away from my parents for two days not to talk of months."

The maid sighed.

"You can help me." I said to her.

"How?" She was alarmed. "I can't help you escape, my life will be taken." She shifted away from me.

"No, just take me to his room. Please I'm begging." I held her hands, pleading.

She glanced around nervously, biting her lip. "Fine. But I can only point out his room, I'm not getting involved."

"Thank you!" I sniffed, wiping my face as she helped me up.

*Maybe she isn't as bad as I thought, or maybe my acting is too good* I smiled inwardly.

The maid led me down the hallway and stopped several feet away from a large oak door. "That's it. You're on your own from here."

I nodded, feeling grateful, and bolted toward the door. Without knocking, I burst inside. "You jerk!" I yelled.

"Don't you know how to knock? and I warned you not to call me that." His voice was low, irritated.

"Your terms are absurds, I have my own terms also." I said as I closed the door.

The minutes I turned to him, I screamed.

Lorenzo was standing by the window, wearing nothing but a towel, water dripping from his freshly showered body. His broad shoulders glistened in the light, and his defined abs led down to...

"A slave speaking of term, Hmm. Tell me about it." He said.

"Damn, he is fucking hot!" I said, not realizing I said it out.

"Excuse me?" He raised his brow.

"huh." I said.

"You were talking about terms." He asked, moving closer to me.

I couldn't remove my eyes away. His body was perfection, every inch of him sculpted like a living statue. The towel hung dangerously low on his hips, and for a moment, I forgot why I had come in.

My heart pounded faster with every step he took, my legs were shaking.

"Don't come near!" I yelled at him, covering my face with my hand.

"What's the problem?" He asked.

I froze, my eyes wide, my cheeks flushed. "Put some clothes on!" I shrieked.

"This is my room," he said, turning toward me with a slow smirk. "I see no reason to."

"Well.. I'm here and I'm not comfortable with you like this."

"You're staring," he teased.

"No, I'm not!" I shot back, flustered.

"You want me," he said casually, stepping closer.

"What? No!" I stumbled backward, heart pounding.

"You want to feel me inside you."

"God forbid! Hell no!" I shouted, but my voice wavered, betraying me.

"Hell yes" He said with a smile.

I swear, despite his face is partially covered with mask, I could see the beauty of his face. His smile is so beautiful... it's choking.

He closed the distance between us, his eyes locked on mine.

"Your body says otherwise," he whispered, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. The heat of his skin sent a shiver down my spine.

Then he whispered into my ears "I can show you what I'm made of, if you want." His voice was slow, deep and arousing. My legs were trembling, I could hear my heartbeat.

"Stay away from me!" I pushed him back, panic setting in. But he only laughed, a deep, rich sound that sent my pulse racing.

"You don't know what you are missing." he murmured, his voice low and dangerously seductive. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Just say the word."

I snapped. "Get lost!" I pushed him and bolted out of the room, my heart pounding in my ears.

I could hear him laughing behind me, enjoying the moment. His laughter was cut short by the sound of water splashing.

"Jeez, what type of temptation was that? ."

"That was close." I leaned against the wall, trying to catch my breath.

Just as I started to relax, a cold breeze swept through the hallway. Then I heard a sharp metallic click behind me. Slowly, I turned only to see another black collar glowing faintly, resting on a tray carried by one of his guards.

"Lord Lorenzo has asked for you again," the guard said in a thick, harsh voice.

I stared at the collar, feeling my stomach twist into a knot.

What would happen this time?