It all started in that fateful day, mid-June, when I first ran into a man who, at first, was quite prissy. During my trip to London, England, UK, I had run into a man who was dressed quite like a noble and had the bushiest eyebrows I had ever seen. By the way he posture was I, along with anyone else, would truly believe he was a prince of some kind. But, his attitude, however, was more like a pirate's. And lucky me, I would be living in his castle for the next 2 years.
It all started when my dear friend said it would be a good idea to travel to another country for break between all the drama that had been going on at school. Her boyfriend suggested his "friend's" place. After much negotiating with his "friend" I hopped on a plane and arrived where I am now. In front of a handsome man, who's scowling at me and my plain American face. Ah, I knew just then I was going to enjoy every bit of this vacation….or maybe not.
"Well, since you're staying at MY place, you'll just have to be my maid." He scoffed as he place settled in his chair at the tea table.
"British-noble say what? I don't think so. I'm here for relaxing not for picking up your mess." I turned away to head up to my room, where ever it was, until I felt a pull.
The next thing I knew I was on my back with bushy brows on top of me. Ya know, staring into each other's eyes like that, it was kinda romantic.
"Hm…I have an Idea. How about we make a deal/bet?" he said it with a devious smirk that gave the chills.
"W-What kind of bet/deal are we talking 'bout?"
"If you win at chess, you won't do housework, and I'll leave you alone, but…"
The 'but' part scared me.
"….If you don't win, you're my own little slave."
This was one hell of a bet.