Chapter 1: Pillow

I stood in the office of my new job at Sakamaki Entertainment after 15 minutes of arguing with the receptionist that I was the new employee and not a middle-school student that had wandered in off the street as I rummaged around my handbag for my ID. This was the problem with having a babyface and a height of 5 ft.

I shifted uncomfortably. I was to be the PA of the CEO of the company; Shu Sakamaki. They were vague with the job description by only stating 'whatever he wants or needs, must be done' plus I was desperate and the pay was decent. Mr Sakamaki entered the room dressed business casual in a partially unbuttoned shirt, undone tie and black pants and his headphones.

"You're the PA?" he asked.

"Y-yes, sir," I said bowing.

"You look like pink cotton candy…" he commented, "come along…"

He turned to leave and I followed before I could protest the cotton candy comment. Not that I could since he's my boss. And head of the company.

We walked into a studio where Hinata Jinichi was recording her music with her loud and rich voice. She was so pretty; tall, elegant curves, long dark hair and a feminine aura exuded from her. A real popstar.

"Hey, you, sit down on the couch," Mr Sakamaki ordered.

I did as he requested and he lay down with his head in my lap. What the heck?!

"Hmm…women with thick thighs really do make comfortable pillows," he muttered to himself, "I'm taking my nap now. Wake me when Hinata's recording is over…"

And like that he was asleep. What the hell?! My first job out of high school and I'm basically being paid so far to be a body pillow? Miss Jinichi's recording finished and she glared at me when she saw me. I woke up Mr Sakamaki. He muttered to let him sleep because he was comfortable but Miss Jinichi spoke to him.

"You said you pay attention to my recording, Shu," she looked at me as she used his familiar name, as if to exercise a point.

"I heard it, it was fine, now quit whining," Mr Sakamaki muttered.

"Hmph!" she pouted, "Fine! I'm off to the photo-shoot for the album. Feel free to stop by…"

She left and he muttered, "Like that'll ever happen…"

I pulled out my phone and checked his schedule and said, "You have a meeting with the board of directors, sir."

"Don't call me sir," he grumbled, standing up and moving towards the door.

"What should I call you then, ma'am?" I muttered sarcastically.

"Call me Shu, just like everyone else, Miss Sassy," he replied over his shoulder.

I didn't have time to panic as I followed him out the door, holding his papers for the meeting I'd been given earlier. He entered the room and the directors stood up in greeting, and the meeting began once Shu took his seat.

"The sales for this week look good," one man said, "we could do with something fresh and new to keep them soaring though."

"So, what were you thinking?" Shu asked.

"We were thinking we latch onto the talent show trend," another spoke, "we start our own show, open to the public with the prize being a record deal with the company. We can then get some dispensable talent running through the company, maxing out our sales and we won't have to maintain them for longer than two years."

Shu shrugged, "Go for it."

"Of course, if they're flexible and diversely talented we can market them to churn out the profits for extended periods of time," another man stated, "if done right, you can squeeze 30 years of high-selling entertainment out of someone with the added royalties of selling their life-story to movies, TV shows and book deals pouring in."

I was disgusted at their discussion, using people like an old rag just for profit? Talk about modern capitalism. But hey, I'm just an assistant, I can't talk. This job is currently my only way of paying the bills and putting food on my table.

The meeting droned on for another hour and I spent it handing out cups of coffee and being eyed up by the crusty old men that made up the board of directors. They filed out, leaving only Shu and I in the room. I was clearing away the cups from the meeting when he spoke.

"Hey, pillow," he called.

I turned to look at him, annoyed at the nickname. To my surprise he was right behind me. I hadn't even heard him get up. Nothing could have prepared me for what happened once he announced he was hungry…

Shu's P.O.V.

Her blood wasn't sweet. It had a sharp, but satisfying tang to it. It was deeply refreshing and I could feel myself fill up with rejuvenated energy. She was like lemonade without the sweetness; cold, tangy and refreshing. She pushed me away in shock as expected, clutching her neck.

"What the hell?!" she yelled, anger written all over her face.

"You can't argue," I shrugged, "this job requires you to fulfil my needs, and I believe is the only way you're paying your bills right now. I own you now."

"Freak!" she yelled, running out of the room.

I leaned back against the desk and sighed. I thought about her blood; I liked it. She made a comfy pillow. She was warm so would make a good hot-water bottle…I think I'll keep this one on payroll for now.

I looked at the calendar in my phone. I was free until Saturday. I had that function to go to. It was another of Hinata's album release parties. She'd be all over me again if I show up alone. I looked back in the direction cotton candy had ran. She'd do for deflection purposes I suppose. Hinata hated her, it might make things interesting…