Chapter 7: With Him

Andrea's pov:

WOW. Today is the day. No work day. No master and slave. After washing up, I hopped into my bed knowing that I don't have to do any work today neither I've to see that Kavinsky. Huh! Asshole.

Someone knocked at my door. What the fuck? Not again. I opened my door and saw Lia, standing with a blank expression. It's hard to understand what her face is saying.

"What's wrong? I asked.

"Everything. Go to Andrew"

"Why? Today's my day off?"

"Day off? What do you mean by day off?"

"Well Kavinsky granted me a day's leave. So. Day off", I pouted. Why she's acting like I've killed Kavinsky?

"No I mean I'm really shocked. He'd never do that. Not for you atleast", she scoffed.

"What?"

"Let's go to him and ask him only. How can you wake up so late and not do a single work?"

She dragged me to Kavinsky's room only to make sure whether I lying or not. I mean why I'd lie? I'm not a fucking lier. Bitch. She's actually jealous.

His doorbell buzzed as the door opened. We saw him writting something and talking on the call. He directed us to come in. As we did. He hung up the call and faced us.

"Sir-"

"How are you Andrea?". His eyes sparkling in the dark light. I see him grinning. I got nervous a bit.

"Good"

Lia looked at me and rolled her eyes. She then looked at Kavinsky to ask the permission to talk. I guess.

"What you're saying Lia?"

"Oh yeah. Did you really say her not to do a work today?"

"Yes you did. Don't lie please", I said to him. He looked at confused. Stop pretending fucking Kavinsky.

"Even if you did, this is wrong. Then others need a day's leave too. This isn't fair-"

"Stop Lia. And hey Andrea, are you out of your mind? When I've said you that?"

I gasped out loud. "WHAT? YOU LIAR-"

"She woke up late today"

"Okay. I'll give her punishment. Now you can go Lia". She walked out of the room. I was about to go too but the door closed infront of me. *Thud*

"Hey? I'm out of my mind? Are you gon' insane? You clearly said to me that today's my leave!", I said stepping closer to him. He's sitting on his couch, spreading his legs.

He pulled me over him as he moved his hand on my waist, tucking me. Nice feeling tho. He put some strands behind my ear as he whispered, "I know".

"You don't have to do any work. I lied. I know"

"Why?"

"Lia would be angry if she got to know"

"But she was right. Why you only gave me a day's leave?"

"Cause you're special"

I grinned. Slightly. Slightly. I hope he doesn't notice it. Please.

"Did you just smile, princess?", he said, chuckling.

"What no!", My eyes widened as my cheeks turned red. Fuck he noticed it. Damn.

"You did! I saw-"

"Because it was too tacky you know. That's why I smiled. Huh! Did you think what you say makes my heart flutter?"

"Maybe"

"Psycho. It doesn't okay? This is cringe. Stop it. Lemme go and rest"

"You gonna stay with me today. In my room. With me. Beside me. You can't go outside"

"WHAT A BIG PUNISHMENT KAVIN- KAVINSKY!"

"I said you to call me master"

"You're not my master today", I get off from his lap and stood still infront of him. I wanna goooooo. "Just open the door"

"No. I've something to deal with untill then you're gonna stay beside me. Get it?"

"No".

He sighed as he brought a handcuff. What???! "Do you know what is it?", He asked, lifting his eyebrows.

"Yes"

He locked his wrist and then mine with him. "You're now locked with me. You can't go anywhere!"

"What a pathetic jerk-"

He's shooting daggers at me with his deep eyes. He led me to his bed as he opened a diary. Does he write journal? I tried to move my hands but he's SO strong. So strong that I can't move no matter how much I try. He's not even trying to pull me or something and here I'm trying so hard to run. To escape.

I low-key chuckled at his strength. He again catched my smiling. Asshole.

"You again smilling?"

"WHAT NO-"

He unlocked my hand. "Go. But you know you can't escape my room"

Huh. I started to wander around. Looking at the beauty and aesthetics of his dark room. The fire burning in the hearth. I watched the books which are beautifully decorated on the bookshelf. I noticed every corners of his room and then my eyes fell on him who's peacefully writing something on the diary without any fear or objections. He looks like sea now. Calm. Deep. Mysterious. Blue. Cold.

I observed his jawline and his perfectly smooth hair which is a bit messy. His hair is blonde. And his skin is the colour of pale ivory. His eyes are so so pretty. Topaz blue coloured eyes. Not gonna lie, he's too beautiful. Too pretty. Handsome. Hot. Sexy- WHAT! STOP IT NOW ANDREA. Stop admiring him. He just ran his hand through his hairs and bite his lower lips as if he's thinking something. He's maybe 5'10 if I'm not so wrong. And here I'm only 5'3. A little baby.

I wonder how many girls have a crush on this guy. His ethereal beauty amazes me everytime. He doesn't look cruel but he's.

"Can you stop looking at me like that?", He says, still focused on writting.

Lol. I'm blushing. I don't know why. Fuck. How he knows? Stalker.

"Well, I was just looking at you because you look to stupid. And I was thinking that how can someone be so bad?"

"You're not good at lying", he answered, from across the room. I sank into his bed, staring at the celling. He's still writting.

"Do my parents miss me?", I questioned him.

"Maybe"

"Then why they don't just get me out of here?"

"You wanna go?"

"Badly. Who wants to stay here with you?", I glanced over him. I'm laying at the end of the bed. Like the bed's head is on the east and my head is facing the north and he's sitting beside my head only. He laid down, over my head.

"I can't let you go until they pay me the debt"

"I wonder when they'll pay. They don't love me. Nobody does. No fucking b-"

"I love you"

My heart shudders. I looked at him. His head is resting on his palm. He's smilling at me softly. I don't know what to say. He's flirting or what?

"No one has ever said that to me. It's my first time. So I don't know what to say. Maybe..Thank you?"

He laughed a bit. He changed his position and laid beside me. "What? No one has told you that they loved you?"

"Nope. First time hearing that"

"Stop lying"

"I don't have any lovers like you have"

"What? I haven't. My mother says me. Doesn't your mother say you?"

"No. She calls me bitch and says that she hates me. Want to hear anything more?"

He remained quiet. He suddenly moved slowly towards me and made him be on the top of me. I'm tensed. I'm feeling hot. I'm nervous. I'm feeling cold.

He kissed my cheeks. I'm shocked. All of a sudden. "Why you kissed me?"

"Chill. I just kissed you on your cheeks"

"Why would you?"

"Huh?"

"Don't you dare to kiss me with that poisoned tongue"

He smirked and start brushing his lips against my collarbone, making me moan softly. My fingers hold his hairs gently. Omg his hair is too soft and silky. He pins my arms to my head and stopped kissing.

"Poisoned tongue huh? I'll make you beg for it sure one day"

"In your dreams"

He again started to kiss my neck. This time a little rough. A little wild. A little madness. I'm going crazy too. Why?!! Stop this. Stop everything. Also don't stop everything. Please.

"Stop Kavinsky", I said, moaning.

"You don't want this?", He said, in the middle of kissing me.

I took a deep breathe. "No".

"You took three seconds to reply. That means you do want it", he whispered and my stomach growls.

"Oops I'm hungry!"