Chapter 7

"Fuck!" I said falling to the ground in the laundry room. "Language," Marge said in a stern voice which prompted me to apologize to her.

I should have known that I shouldn't have let my guard down with the way he spoke to me the previous day. I actually thought that he was kidding about him turning me to his slave, I can't believe that I would be here in this laundry room washing his piles upon piles of dirty clothes.

Who the fuck keeps this large amount of clothes for someone else to wash. If not for Marge being an absolute sweetheart and deciding to help me out I wouldn't have finished this whole thing myself.

I began to wonder if it's too late to go back to my former cabin. I mean it was actually, bad but it wasn't this terrible, the only difference is that I have an unlimited access to any type of meal and any form of clothing. Created from one of the finest silk and linen, sewn and stitched together by top class designers.

If I stay for a week I would add a little fat to my frail body, but with this huge amount of work I doubt if it would make any much of a difference anyways.

"Marge, is Kurt always this insufferable?" I asked looking at her as she put away the last piece of clothing into the laundry basket.

"Insufferable? Isn't that too harsh?" She questioned.

I shrugged, I mean from the moment I saw him, I could instantly tell that he was a terrible person.

"Well, he is an absolute sweetheart. He always makes sure that everyone around him is properly taken care of." She says with so much admiration in her voice, that makes me wonder if it's a different person she is talking about.

"Are you sure we are talking about the same person?"

Marge let out a small chuckle. "Look I understand that you don't like him die to how he has been treating you. But trust me when I say this, just give him time. He would most definitely come around."

'Yeah right.' I said in my mind. He would definitely come around.

"Are you the only maid around this place?" I asked, cause she was the only one that I have interacted with since I have been here for a while.

"Oh, Kurt instructed them to stay inside and not come outside till he gives them an instruction to come out."

That son of a bitch. That mother-fucker really wanted me to do everything by myself here, I wonder how long this bullshit would last.

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Later on that night, I was summoned by Kurt to have dinner with him. Much to my surprise.

I stepped inside the large and spacious dinning room. A chandelier hanged from above the ceiling casting a bright glow around the room.

The dining table was long and had multiple chairs on each side of the table.

Kurt sat at the head of the table, a book opened in his hands as he skimmed through the words on it. As soon as he took notice of me, he closed the book and set it on the table. He gestured for me to take a sit on the seat next to him. Which I did reluctantly.

He clapped his hands twice and in came two maids with a trolley of food, rolling it inside. They placed it in front of us, then they took their leave as quickly as they came.

Kurt started eating almost instantly, and I'm just stared at the food, wondering what was the reason for this kindness.

He stopped eating once he noticed that I haven't touched my food.

"What happened?" He asked.

"I am just observing to see if by any chance the food is poisoned," I said with a tight lipped smile at him.

He let out a chuckle. "If I poison I would enter a shit load of trouble with my father, and I wouldn't want that to happen to me now would I."

"Right... Of course that's what you would say."

"It seems that you don't trust me."

"Ding, ding. You are right on point with that one, i haven't even spend a day here and I am washing your laundry. Who in their right senses would leave their clothes to that level?"

"I change my clothes all the time. And if you are complaining about the laundry you did, you are in for a treat. But luckily for you tomorrow we are making a public appearance as the Alpha and Luna of Nightfall pack."

"Oh, so you are going to pretend to be nice to me tomorrow now aren't you?"

"Well, yes I mean what other choice do I have. I don't have the strength to fight with my father."

So he fears his father more than anything.

"And what if I decide to make it that you have been nothing but a sorry excuse of a partner to me." The look that flashed on his face was one of anger.

"You wouldn't dare." He said in a threatening voice that made me almost pee my pants.

"Oh I would dare, Prince Kurt." My tone of voice was mocking, I was trying to see the type of man that he truly is. Fuck what Marge said, this man is a complete ass-wipe.

"You won't like to see what would happen if you push me."

This was starting to make my engines turn. Suddenly I wanted to see what exactly this man is capable of doing if I push his buttons.

However I didn't say anything, a plan was already forming in my head. It was diabolical, yet oh so beautiful.

I picked up my fork and use it to play with the salad, before I put it in my mouth.

After having a silent dinner with each other, I took my leave. I could feel his gaze on me, as I walked away. Him staring at me almost made me trip on my feet, which was quite embarrassing.

As soon as I got inside my room, I changed into my PJs, and lay down on the bed. I closed my eyes and drifted off to a deep slumber.