Chapter 9

Jamie

Dit. Dit. Dit.

I turned over and groaned, wrinkling my forehead at that obnoxious noise. Whose fucking alarm was ringing?!

I turned to my side again, kicking my legs while I buried my face in my pillow.

“How do you feel?” I heard a velvety-deep voiced say.

I moved and noticed the sheets felt oddly soft and silky…

I swept my arms and legs around and stretched like I was forming a snow angel.

I heard the male voice laughing at me, and I cracked one eye open and lifted my head.

I saw him immediately, sitting at the far end of the room, legs crossed, shirt untucked, top buttons undone. He had his chin propped up on his hand while he leaned against a coffee table, looking at me with a smirk on his face, and eyes filled with amusement. He finally shut off that blasted alarm clock that was right next to him.

I noticed my surroundings, and it wasn’t my purple wallpapers plastered around, these walls were brown and matched the carpet. The room had an earthy feel to it, not to mention more than three times larger than my shoebox of an apartment.

“Are you ready to get up now, or should I set the alarm off again?” he asked, and I glared at him.

“What time is it?” I asked, not bothering to hide my contempt.

“Just after six. You were out like a light,” he said all too casually.

“It’s six in the morning?!” I yelled, throwing the covers off of me. I looked around for my phone and purse, and realized I didn’t have any of my stuff with me. I remembered being trapped inside a bird cage and then the auction. Someone paid for me—

My eyes widened, and my mouth fell open in shock as I processed everything. I heard the devil hum thoughtfully in his seat.

“Judging by the look on your face, I see you’ve managed to regain the rest of your memory,” he said, and I turned to look at him.

“You?” I said, staring at him in disgust.

“Me what?” he asked. I didn’t know if he was faking it, or he really didn’t know what I meant.

“You were the guy who bought me from the auction?” I clarified. He picked up a glass of wine, cradling it between his fingers.

“How do you know that’s what happened?” he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He drank his wine slowly before putting the glass back on the table. He stood up and walked towards me, and suddenly that mortifying moment seeped its way into my brain and I groaned, remembering him from the hotel room.

“Oh no,” I grumbled, burying my face in my hands. I felt the bed dip from the side as he sat down. “Oh no, no, no, no, no.”

“What’s wrong now? Are you thinking about all the mistakes you’ve made?” he asked deeply. I peeked at him from between my fingers in disbelief.

“Are you some kind of mind reader?” I asked, and he chuckled and shook his head.

“No, just wondering how we got ourselves into this situation,” he said softly. I put my hands down and felt the blood rush to my cheeks.

“I’m sorry about before,” I murmured, unable to look at him in the eye.

“What are you sorry for?” he asked, making me huff. He wasn’t going to make this easy for me, was he?

“I’m sorry for hurting you back at the hotel!” I said quickly.

“Well, ‘hurt’ is kind of an understatement,” he said, making me furrow my brows at him. “You practically crushed my future family. It’ll be your fault if the line ends with me.”

I bit my lip in embarrassment, my face heating up some more.

“I really am sorry for breaking your balls,” I said, making him snicker.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll find some way to make it up to me,” he said. Huh?

“Make it up to you? How—,” my eyes widened as I thought about what he meant, and I immediately crossed my arms over my chest, inching away from him. “You can’t have me. I won’t let you. I’ll scream!” I threatened him.

He stared at me in shock for a second before tilting his head back and laughing raucously. I watched him laugh his ass off with my mouth agape, not finding any of this hilarious. He wiped a tear in his eye, and shook his head.

“Don’t worry, lady. You’re not my type. I don’t do feisty little girls,” he drawled, flicking my forehead with his fingers. I rubbed my forehead and grumbled.

“That actually hurt, you know,” I said, glaring at him with a pout. “If that wasn’t what you wanted, then what did you mean?” I asked.

“Look, from this moment on, you’re going to be working for me,” he said simply.

And my dumbfounded expression caused him to raise his eyebrow at me.

“Well, you didn’t think I’d let you go that easily after last night, did you?” he asked, looking at me like I was crazy for assuming that. “My balls are priceless! And add to that I spent 1 million dollars to get you out of there, so you’re going to have to work for me in order to pay me back.”

My jaw dropped, and I was frozen solid. He smiled and placed his finger on my chin, gently pushing up to close my mouth before standing up from the bed and making his way over to the door. He pulled it open, and was about to leave the room, when he turned back to me with a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Oh, and by the way? The name’s Hunter Drake. But you can call me, ‘Sir’,” he said, throwing me a wink. He turned back around and waved his hand. “I’ll see you downstairs, my crazy maid!”

Oh my God. This is the worst day of my life.