Chapter 4

Good Girl

It's not new to me hearing what Mama said. Papa was killed. But what I can't understand is why the pain in my heart persists every time she mentions it, and I see the agony on her face.

I embraced the cold breeze blowing from the west. The ground I stood on was gradually descending when I noticed someone below. As I landed, I stiffened at the sight of a tall man standing confidently with his hands in his pockets.

The moonlight highlighted his face, revealing his midnight dark eyes, prominent jaw, aristocratic nose, and red lips pressed in a grim line.

He moved and smirked. I felt scrutinized under his intense gaze. I shivered every time his long eyelashes kissed his cheeks.

I swallowed hard and bit my lip. He is the son of the people who killed my father. Disgust overwhelmed me, especially the thought that I borrowed his blazer and wore it. With the rage I felt, I could easily betray him, jump at his chest, and stab him to death.

But I won't, yet.

I averted the angry gaze and clenched my fists before passing by him.

"This is the second time..." the chill in his voice blended with the wind's whispers. I got goosebumps, though I shouldn't.

"You don't care," I retorted, facing him. His chest greeted me. With his height, I needed to slightly raise my head to see the tension in his jaw. "Will you stop talking and giving heed to me?"

He arched his brows, and his lips slightly protruded. "Why? I like giving you attention."

Unconsciously, I brushed my hair and irritatingly crossed my arms on my chest. "I hate it! So, please? Just please don't mess up with me."

"Okay," his face darkened, struggling to swallow while looking at me. "But I'm going to tell the Head about this. Imagine what her reaction will be, knowing that you—"

"What do you need?" I cut him off. A small grin appeared on his lips. Damn. He looked so ruthlessly handsome.

"Be my slave," my jaw dropped, and I stared blankly.

"What?!"

"Be my slave."

"Not that, stupid!" his eyes widened, and his forehead creased.

"You woman! Don't call me stupid," he said irritably.

"What kind of slave?" I dismissed his comment. His forehead creased even more. He closed his eyes and, upon opening them, directed them at me. I almost stumbled at the intensity of his gaze. I gulped.

"You'll be my personal assistant. You'll follow all my orders. When I call you, you come. Easy as that. Then, I'll free you once I'm satisfied."

I gritted my teeth and looked at him in disbelief. "You think you can control anyone just because you're famous?"

Shock registered on his face. His lips slightly parted, ready to speak, but I cut him off.

"Fine! Do whatever you want," I said, turning away. Every step felt heavy, and I almost cried out of anger.

Being powerful doesn't mean he can do whatever he wants and get what he wants. I thought he was kind when he helped me, but it turns out he wants something in return. I didn't expect Zeus to have such a terrible character. Zeus, admired by all.

But why do I feel a tinge of disappointment? I shouldn't care about that. I irritated myself even more. Why does it sound like I'm disappointed? Damn.

The next day, Minoa woke me up early by throwing a pillow at me. She looked excited and immediately pointed to the bathroom.

"Take a shower! We'll eat at the cafeteria together," I furrowed my brows and groggily got up.

When I realized what she said, I stared at her. "What did you say? Together? Us?"

"Yes! I don't want to hang around them, so you'll accompany me," her tone had a hint of arrogance. She got that from her Mommy. I shook my head and reluctantly agreed.

I quickly got ready. I looked at the mark on my waist and sighed. It's a black tiara with some words written on it. I couldn't figure it out as I've been searching for it in books for a long time.

Minoa and I descended from the girls' dorm, and even though she was adjusting to her heels, I accepted her complaints and remarks.

"Let him be!" she teased, her lips curling up, and she sat at a table after we ordered. I listened quietly, and when the cafeteria got noisy, I almost fell over from the screams. Minoa also moved and rolled her eyes at the screaming fans.

"The noise is unbearable!"

"Hear that? It's always like this when you're with them." She rolled her eyes and covered her ears with her hands.

I was about to glance when she blocked my view. She arched her brows. "Don't look at them."

"But Zam's looking at you," I said. Her eyes widened, and she quickly turned to look behind. She blushed when she saw him. "Liar!"

I grinned and shrugged. "You're so obvious."

She flared her nostrils, irritated. "Huh? What's obvious about me? I'm not even looking at Zam, who's enjoying his favorite sunny-side-up!"

I couldn't help but burst into laughter. It echoed in the cafeteria, catching everyone's attention. I looked at Minoa, whose cheeks were turning red. I pointed at her and laughed again.

"She has a beautiful laugh..."

"Her smile is gorgeous, bro."

"I told you. She's a goddess."

"It sounds sweet, man!"

I winked exaggeratedly at Minoa. "Shut up, will you? Zam might come over—"

"Why? What's wrong if old man Zam approaches?" Jorel, Soren Dewitt's son, suddenly appeared, startling both of us.

"Gosh! Will you stop that, Jorel?" Minoa said irritably, glaring at him. I continued eating.

"Why? And why are you with Vion and not us?" Jorel looked at me and smiled. "Hi!"

I nodded at him and resumed eating. "Sourpuss!"

"Harsh," I commented. He rolled his eyes. I tilted my head when I saw their group approaching us. "They're coming."

Minoa's eyes widened, and she was about to leave when the guys stood up, ready to vacate the seats. They occupied the long table.

I avoided looking at Zeus, but his curious eyes found me as he sat next to Zam, who was beside Minoa.

"Hey..." Zam greeted Minoa. She acted like she didn't hear him, and the people at the table burst into laughter.

"Boom snob!" Eauzi shouted and laughed heartily.

"You're in trouble, old man," Gustav Clinton grinned and looked at me. He inherited his father's ears and overall facial features. He flashed a smile, showing his white teeth, and waved at me. "Hi, classmate!"

I nodded at him. Tylon Zackery laughed and smacked him. "Boom snob!"

"Hey, guys, you're too loud!" Luwen Martin scolded, Branwe Martin's son.

"You peasants shut up," Vino Reed said arrogantly, Vito's son.

"Peasants? Your face," Rio Harris retorted, Tyrio's son.

"Ramzior, stop playing with your food," Shaun Walther reprimanded Sean's firstborn.

Ramzior Romwell, Aramis' son, blinked his large eyes before biting into his hotdog.

I sighed and stood up to leave. They looked at me while I cleaned my tray.

"Sit down." I froze upon hearing Zeus's voice.

Gustav dropped his jaw. I rolled my eyes and was about to leave when he stood up. I felt small next to his height.

"You're my slave, right? Now, sit down."

My jaw dropped, and I sat down dumbfounded. He nodded approvingly, like a satisfied dog owner.

"Good girl," his whisper echoed in the whole cafeteria. They gaped at me before turning their attention to Zeus, who raised an eyebrow, grinning mischievously. I threw him an annoyed look, and he seemed ridiculously satisfied.

"What?" his baritone voice, filled with humor, reverberated through the entire cafeteria.