A/N: Hey, everyone! Sorry for the long wait, I hope no one hates me! I've been really busy lately and the only reason I was able to get this up tonight is because I forgot to bring home the imformation to make this 100 point science lab report so I had only a little bit of homework...I'm still screwed though...wish me luck...ANYWAY! I hope everyone likes this chapter, I worked hard!
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Honestly
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What had I gotten myself into, Kami?
Non-stop cleaning and cooking. NON-STOP! I'd rather go back to Naruto's and clean his jank apartment. Yup. I said it. I had finally gotten that pitiful.
How? Why?
Was this really me? Was I living this life, for real, or was I lucky enough to be having a very long and oddly realistic dream? It was just so surreal…
Some people would feel blessed in my predicament. Living in the same house as THE Sasuke Uchiha? Hah. It wasn't all it was cracked up to be—especially as his personal slave.
Danna.
He forced me to call him danna, dammit!
The audacity of him! Ugh, he made me sick!
I mean maybe it had been a joke from the beginning, but the thought of actually having to call someone that—well, geez!
And while this was turning out to be quite the reality, the day before had begun to feel more and more like a dream—a blur.
I tried to piece the conversation with my parents together, but in reality, I couldn't remember it for the life of me. All those words were like broken, jagged little pieces of glass that cut me deep when I reached out to touch them, but at the same time, without it fully together I didn't know what it was.
The only thing that was clear—the biggest piece of glass, the one that had broken off with softer edges than the others, was Kakashi's worried eyes, his sad voice calling me, beckoning me…
How could I, when he had done nothing wrong—when everything he had done was always right?
I made my own self sick. I was horrible.
But, I would fix this. And through doing that, I would eventually fix myself.
It had to be done.
Because if I failed, if I did all of this for this stupid bastard in vain, if I didn't make it to KU, if I couldn't see my parents surprised faces, and Kakashi's happy one, I wouldn't be able to look at myself in the mirror.
I had thrown everything I had left into this little deal with Sasuke.
And if I didn't make it…it was over.
Honestly…
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Chapter Two: Well Excuse Me, Your Royal Bitchiness!
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"And make sure it's spotless, Sakura. Not like the half-assed job you did in the closet."
I rolled my eyes, ceasing the mopping I was doing in the foyer and blowing pink tresses out of my eyes. "Why the fuck does it even matter what your closet looks like? Just lock the door so nobody goes in it…" I complained, referring to the party guests which would mostly be on the first floor of the expensive mansion and in the ballroom.
He sighed and shook his head at me as if I were some sort of child. "The point is not who sees it, but that it's clean," recited the Uchiha.
I glared at him for awhile before beginning to mop the ground harshly. "Che…whatever…" I mumbled to myself, kind of just wanting him to walk away and leave me to my own.
"Hey, don't forget to mop up this area when you're finished."
I looked up to see where he was talking about and then pouted, putting a hand on my hip and leaning against the mop. You've got to be kidding me. "I already cleaned that spot!"
Sasuke put his hands in his pockets. "Well, you did an unsatisfactory job. Do it again."
"What?" I argued. "No way! What's done is done!" I went back to mopping the area in which I was standing with rougher, angrier strokes. I could tell he was still staring at me with those unmovable eyes.
"What's done is done, ne?" he asked emotionlessly before letting out a snide chuckle and beginning to walk away. "Do it, Sakura."
I was furious on the inside. I really hated to be told what to do and when to do it. It bothered me, honestly. "Yeah, well, what if I don't want to? What are you to me, anyway, huh?" I questioned dumbly.
He smirked evilly and it was then that I knew I should've previously kept my mouth shut. "How about your employer?" I grimaced, dumping the mop into a bucket of water next to me and continuing on with a sigh. "Now hop to it. I want this house sparkling by the time I get back. There are more things to do listed on the fridge and feel free to let the decorators and cooks in if I'm still out."
I growled inwardly. Hop to it…He had better watch it or my fist would hop right into his pretty, little face. "One day and I'm already tired of seeing you…" I grumbled quietly to myself before realizing what he had said. "Wait—out? Where are you going?"
"To run some errands," he replied, grabbing his keys from a table and walking to the door. "I should hopefully be back by lunch…"
My eyes popped open and my mouth began to water, the mop instantly dropping from my hand. "Lunch?" I asked disbelievingly. "Oh, great; I'm starved! What's for lunch?" I hadn't had a decent meal since the interrupted lunch I had had with Tenten the previous day. On the way to see my parents I guess I had snacked on a few crackers I had left in my car, but they DEFINITELY weren't holding!
He gave me a mock-innocent look. I mean, come on, even I could tell he was up to something. "I don't know," he shrugged. "What is for the lunch? You're the servant girl, you're making it," he said matter-of-factly.
I gave him a crazy look and pointed at myself. "Me?" I laughed. "Are you kid—you want me to cook?" I gawked at him, not believing what he had said. Me in the kitchen was a disaster waiting to happen.
He nodded, nonchalantly tossing his keys around in his hand and onyx eyes bored. "Yeah."
"Tch! Do you know who you're talking to?"
He gave me a blunt look. "My servant."
I glared at him and decided to put in some neck rolling action to get my point across as I picked up the mop. "Well, what do you want, some instant ramen? I haven't made a legit meal since 8th grade home ec!" I fought, resting the mop back in the bucket and wiping my dirty hands on my apron with disgust. Would it kill a guy to get a Swiffer?
He crossed his arms and smirked. "Well, there's a cookbook," he offered, gesturing towards a bookshelf at the edge of the foyer. "Figure something out." He reached for the doorknob and before I could yell at him some more, he was gone.
That quick little son-of-a-bitch…
Feeling anger shake my body, I growled through gritted teeth. "You'll get what you get, you little bastard!" I screamed behind him, shaking my fist threateningly. And that made me feel a little bit better about myself…See, I can be pretty easy to please at times.
I rolled the bucket and mop out of the foyer and then went to the bookshelf, grabbing the cookbook and stomping into the kitchen. I plopped on a stool at the granite island and stared at the cover of the book with some kind of gourmet meal on it.
"Pfft…" I scoffed. "Yeah, right…" I murmured as I filtered the book for something easy to do. Honestly, this kid was this close to his groin having a not so pleasant meeting with my knee. I had had it up to here with him and his arrogance.
KU…
KU…
KU…
It calmed me down a little. Kami knows counting to ten had been forsaken long ago.
I sighed, shaking my head and opening to a slightly familiar page.
Onigiri.
Seemed simple enough…
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"But, why do I have to help?"
The boy sighed and rolled his eyes, expression not changing at all. As usual. The emotionless bastard…
"Because I said so. And you are to do what I say." Sasuke smirked evilly at me and I gave him a disgusted look. "Am I right, Miss Haruno?"
"Yeah…" I said quietly, lips pouty. I felt like some kind of shackled, mistreated slave when I was around him—which was pretty much what I was, anyway. "But I already made you lunch and everything. I'm really tired, Sasuke!" I whimpered, rubbing and stretching my back, indicating how sore I was from bending over all day to do his dirty work.
He went back to the magazine in his hand as he lounged on the sofa in his master bedroom. "Well, you can nap after you finish helping and doing your chores." His nose seemed to wrinkle, but he still did not make eye-contact with me, finding his Business Weekly magazine much more entertaining. "Speaking of which, your food almost killed me. Onigiri isn't supposed to taste anything similar to cardboard. Next time you will make something else."
I frowned, my hands clenching at him as I growled. How dare he? I had put all my heart and soul into that onigiri and here he was criticizing it! What did I look like to him—chop suey?! "Whatever, you asshole, that onigiri was…top quality!" I heard another condescending sigh seep through his lips and decided to drop the subject. It was a lost cause, anyway, my cooking did suck. "I still don't see why I have to help the decorators and cooks! That's their job, I mean what the hell, Sasuke?" I crossed my arms, giving him a terse look, but my pleas fell across deaf ears. The dude was still looking at that damn magazine!
I tried to stand on my tip-toes and be seen, but only ended up getting angrier. Honestly…this guy. I put my hands on my hips and narrowed my eyes at him, hoping that I'd have that bore-holes-into-your-skull look that all the cool girls had these days, but once again it didn't work.
"Sasuke!" I finally screeched, stomping my foot and reaching the brim of my anger.
He slowly looked over his magazine at me and then back at the pages, flipping one. "Oh, you're still here? Go help the decorators and cooks…actually, not the cooks; that would be a disaster."
My face instantly turned the color of my hair and I began to contemplate my murdering him. How many witnesses were there—five cooks and seven decorators? "Screw you, Sasuke! I'm a great cook!" I defended (lied). "And how am I going to have enough time to help them and clean? I don't even have my outfit picked out for tonight! I DON'T EVEN HAVE A DRESS!" I panicked, slapping my cheeks with my hands. Wasn't this thing for models and stuff—high fashion people with all kinds of one hundred million dollar pieces of clothing? I wouldn't stand a chance against that!
Holy shit, I needed some money…I knew that dude had to have some gazillion dollar bills sitting somewhere around this place…but where to look first…
Finally deciding to put down his magazine for a second, he glanced at me, eyes still as uninterested as always. Ah, how I loathed (drooled over) that obsidian gaze…
"I bought you a dress, so don't worry about it," he said dryly, standing up.
He what? I gave him a confused look. "You…you bought me a dress? B—but you don't even know my size! How could you possibly—"
"It'll fit," he said, cutting me off in the process and looking me up and down. Nodding, he walked over to the door to his room and opened it. "Don't worry about it."
My hand reached up to scratch my perplexed little head and I looked around. "A—a—and shoes too?! You don't know my size for that either!"
"Don't worry about it," he droned, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards him so he could start pushing me out the door.
I dug my heels into the ground, and thought about what he was saying. Wait—THE Sasuke Uchiha had bought me clothes for a HUGE PARTY he was having with a bunch of other huge people! That meant he had to have bought me something really nice—something designer —I mean, he didn't want me embarrassing him, right? I got really excited.
"Hey, what color is it, what brand?" I asked frantically, trying to push against Sasuke who was literally kicking me out of his room right now.
"Don't worry about it," he repeated for the umpteenth time, but I could hear the edge that had snuck into his words. I decided I didn't care. Would he care? Nuh-uh…not really.
I frowned, gripping on to him so that if I was out the room he would physically have to be too. "But can I just see it?" I griped desperately.
I saw a pouty look come over his handsome features. "No." He tried to shake me off of him. "Get off of me."
I closed my eyes and held on tighter. "Not until I see the dress! I don't want it to clash with my hair!" I had semi-whined the last part. It really wasn't easy finding colors that didn't make me look like a clown. Honestly.
He glared at me with a growl and then with a final shove, I was off of him and on the floor in the hallway with a sudden gasp. "It is what it is," he said in that final tone as he grabbed the door to his room. My emerald eyes narrowed on impulse. "Go clean, servant girl." And he slammed the door in my face.
I snarled before kicking the door from my spot on my bum and waited a good while, knowing he would NOT be coming to the door no matter what I did to it. I stood up, cursing to myself and thinking violent thoughts.
But among those thoughts were the vision I had of the dress Sasuke bought me. And whether it would knock the stoic look on his face right off of him, so all he could do was stare in wonder.
You know, the same look I'm sure I've been giving him this WHOLE time…
Damn, what have I gotten myself into?
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"Wow, I look hot…" I murmured to myself as I twirled around in the mirror. I would be lying to myself if I said the boy lacked a sense of style and the knowledge of what was in and what wasn't. I mean, he was a model and I should've known, but still…he's a BOY model, so whatevs…
I heard a knock on my door. "Sakura, are you ready?" questioned the Uchiha, making me jump in surprise.
"Uh…yeah, almost ready!" I replied, smoothing my hair down, rubbing my lips together and pouting them; pushing up my breasts.
I couldn't believe I was wearing a Dolce and Gabbana black, sleeveless, mini dress, accompanied by MIU MIU glittery, golden peep toe stilettos, with a black bow around the front. Wait, was I allowed to keep this shit after I left…?
I pondered this as I walked around in my new outfit, trying it out, noticing how long the shoes made my legs look, and thinking about all the people I could show off to. Tenten would totally want to wear it and probably end up wearing it to a bar or something so she could get drunk while still looking as hot as she does all the time. Ha, fat chance…
"Sakura!"
"Alright, I'm coming!" I screeched as I went to my door and opened it. There Sasuke was, standing in all of his manly splendor—onyx locks slightly rustled and man body decked out in some nice looking pieces of clothing. "Ah, Armani…" I said dreamily as I reached out and stroked his grey blazer with a reminiscent smile.
He smirked sexily. "You know his clothing?" he asked, albeit surprisingly—probably mocking my middle-class status.
I finally snapped out of my reverie, and looked up at him with bold green eyes. "Well, my father used to own a few items from his collections. We used to have a lot of that kind of stuff—designer clothing. Well—I used to. I'm sure my parents still do."
He raised an eyebrow my way. "Used to?"
I laughed shortly, dusting at his jacket a little and positioning it so it fit well. "I'm a starving student, so I sold them," I shrugged. "School expenses, remember?" I gave him a knowing look and smirked at his emotionless face.
"You sold…everything?"
My eyes were still fixated on the microscopic pieces of lent still on the boy's blazer. "All my Rock 'N' Republic's, all my Louis Vuitton, all my Gucci and my Juicy, even my favorite blue Burberry coat." I smiled, thinking back to the day I sold it all. It was liberating, but sad nonetheless. Though, I was never one for material things, having something for so long and then having it taken away from you was awkward and uncomfortable. "All I have left is this one washed-out pair of Seven's from, like, ninth grade."
He nodded at me, as a small grunt rumbled through his lips. "Hn. I see…" And then it was silence for awhile, before his face became a little stern and he cleared his throat. "You need to get downstairs. Guests have already started to arrive."
I shrugged, sticking my lower lip out in a bit of a pout and furrowing my bubble-gum pink eyebrows ever so slightly as I looked up at him from under my long, mascara-ed eyelashes. Kiba could never say no to this face… "Well, what do you want me to do? All of the cooks and butlers are doing everything…"
"You need to greet the guests, check when dinner will be ready, make sure the valet service is accommodating the guests, conclude that there are enough hors d'oeuvres, and whatever else I say," replied the Uchiha, making me want to hit him upside the head.
I frowned. He definitely was no Kiba! "You're joking right? Don't I get time to enjoy the night?"
He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms as his answer, and I tried my best not to reach up and grab his eyeballs out of their sockets. Honestly…he made me so angry sometimes. Why couldn't I have fun?
I huffed out a sigh and crossed my own arms, practically stomping down the marble stairs and into the crowd of people just coming through the foyer. While some of them still lingered around the kitchen and huge room with the fire place (I don't want to call it a family or living room, since there are about six rooms on this floor as such, and I get confused), most of them, I noticed, were making their way to the back where a door led out to a patio surrounded by stone pillars that held up a balcony on the next floor.
A little past the terrace, was a quad that led to three other areas of the house. In the middle of the quad was a huge fountain with a naked woman in the middle, kind of reminding me of some sculpture that would be seen in Rome or Verona, or something. To the left of the quad was a gate that led to the pool and pool house. The gate leading that way was closed since it was November and pretty chilly at night. I still didn't even quite understand why people were out and loitering around the fountain and quad at all, but to each, their own, I guess…
To the right of the quad was a gate leading to the huge gardens that bred and sheltered every flower imaginable…or at least, it seemed—which made it reasonable that people were hanging around there as well. But those fountain people—plain crazy! Just the garden alone had to be at least an acre. It was unhealthy for one person to own and live on this much land, alone at that, but I digress…
Just past the fountain, right in front of the main house was a separate building that was meant for formal matters. It was practically just a ballroom, but I found it pretty unnecessary for a ballroom to be bigger than most homes. Just ridiculous—rich people were ridiculous!
I had nearly finished all the chores that bastard Sasuke had given me when I was walking across the quad, quickly trying to get to the ballroom. It wasn't hard for me to notice all the people—IDOLS!!—I was walking past. What the—actors, models, SINGERS?!?!
Remember when I told you that since I live in Konoha I'm practically immune to the whole famous scene?
Yeah…
Well, I'm not! I was just trying to be cool!
So, I was pretty much drooling all over myself as I made my way to the ballroom, virtually living in a fairy tale (for me, anyway).
Once fully in the ballroom, I still couldn't help all the eye-stalking I was doing. It's a sport, I'm telling you! Little did Sasuke know, I had actually snuck a small notebook with me to get a few autographs, heheh…
Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around thinking it was that damn Sasuke trying to ruin my night again. I groaned and rolled my eyes, swiftly turning around. "What do you want…now…" I went speechless, the words actually exiting my mouth in a weak whisper.
I had turned around to greet Karin, one of the hugest super models out right now. My jaw dropped as I momentarily forgot how to breathe. She was gorgeous!
She had long, straightened, crimson tresses, her bangs back, making a poof at the top of her head. Her glowing, bright red eyes contrasted against her creamy skin color and her pink lips weren't too plump, but full nonetheless.
She wore a burgundy, Prada mini-dress that was long sleeved, but hugged her perfect curves and showed off her long, lean legs. Kami, those boots she wore looked amazing on those twenty mile legs of hers. They were black; suede platform boots that fit her legs closely, and didn't stop until right above her knee by Christian Louboutin.
Damn, she was hot—practically on the cover of every fashion magazine you'd ever pick up. She excelled in lingerie, though, it didn't take a dummy to figure out what a great body she had and that she had billions of Victoria's Secret ads making her famous.
I found myself feeling a little jealous of her…she was so tall and perfect, practically a head taller than me in her fifty inch heels.
Then it struck me…she was glaring at me. I snapped out of my reverie.
Can celebrities smell fear?
"So, are you going to get me some, or what?" she questioned, irately, her face threateningly close to mine.
Shit, they can.
My eyebrows furrowed as I remembered to breathe, honestly confused about what the model was talking about. "I'm sorry…" I mumbled. "Get you what?"
Her eyes narrowed into slits and she put her hands on her hips. "The champagne I've been standing here asking you for for like an hour now," she replied bitingly. "What are you retarded or something? Aren't you one of the maids around here?"
I shook my head and laughed sheepishly. "Oh, no! You probably saw me over there fixing up some of the tables, but I'm not a maid or anything. I can see how you could get confused," I said, thinking back to all the stuff I had been doing. It was all that stupid Sasuke-bastard's fault!
The red-head smirked, giving me a look of disgust. "Please," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You don't have to pretend to be something you're not. I know a maid when I see one and you definitely qualify," she said, pointing a finger at my chest, her manicured finger digging into the delicate skin of my shoulder.
Hold.
The.
Phone.
This bitch was going down!
I gave her a warning look, before looking down where she was touching me and then back up at her. Who the hell did she think she was touching?! I contemplated doing something I would regret later on, but ended up just gawking at her.
I calmly swiped her hand from my immediate area. "First of all, get you skank hand off of me—"
She gasped, rolling her neck at me. "Who the hell do you think you're talking to like that, you servant girl?"
I put my hand to my hip. "Secondly—"
Just as I was about to make my voice heard to that bitch, Sasuke walked into the ballroom with a blue-haired woman that looked at least ten years older than the rest of us.
The red-haired vixen instantly beamed at the brunette and stalked his way, hopping into his arms. "Sasuke!" she screeched, attaching on to him like some blood-thirsty leech. "Where have you been this whole time?"
Hiding from you, I thought smugly. That kinda made me chuckle a little, but then I saw her look back at me and I crossed my arms and raised a cotton candy pink eyebrow, giving her that what-do-YOU-want look. She looked me up and down before looking back at Sasuke and talking to him as if he really cared, putting her arms over his shoulders and leaning into him, looking deeply into his eyes.
Sasuke's eyes were emotionless, and I blanched at how she purposefully smashed her D-cup boobs into his chest. She gave him a mock-sincere look, telling him one more thing and he nodded before she was ushered away by the blue-haired lady, a bit disgruntled.
I sighed bitterly as the Uchiha approached me, my foot tapping impatiently. "You would be dating Her Royal Bitchiness, wouldn't you Sasuke?" It was almost uncanny, really…
"Hn." He looked at me with slight pleasure, the edges of his lips slipping into a smirk. Kami, when he looked at me like that… "Nice nickname," he complimented blandly.
"I try." I had quite the pout on.
He put his hands in his pockets. "She says that you refused to get her another drink."
"Tch, well, yeah, I'm nobody's maid."
"You're mine."
I crossed my arms, looking every bit the agitated child I was acting. "But, not hers." I gave him a small side glance. "What else did she say?" I asked in a quiet, curious manner.
"That she wants you fired immediately."
My face instantly took on a look of shock and I gasped. No, I needed this job! It was absolutely important that I got the money! "You're not going to listen to her, are you—just because she's your girlfriend!?"
He gave me a strong look that almost knocked me off my feet. "No." I let go of a breath I didn't know I was holding. "You are a servant to me and to no one else. To the public, you are merely my secretary," he answered calmly.
I closed my eyes and sent a hand through my hair; I was so relieved.
Sasuke smirked. "And who said she was my girlfriend?" He reached out and grabbed my chin, licking his lips. "I might be saving that lucky position for you."
I opened my mouth at a loss of words, eyes widening slightly, before I glared, swatting his hand from my chin and crossing my arms. "Get real, idiot," I mumbled, a small, pink, flush peeking from beneath my light skin.
I swore I heard him chuckle before he walked off. I watched him greet another model, this one with long blonde hair, set in curly waves, put up into a thick pony tail.
I cocked my head to the side in wonder as he gave her a genuine hug, pecking her on the cheek and smirking as he started a conversation with her. The girl was gorgeous, tall, and thin, just as Karin was, but this one had a stunning face—slender, with dimples like my mother, and a sun-kissed complexion. It was when I noticed this girl's electric blue eyes that I figured out who it was.
Holy shit, Sasuke was hugging Ino Yamanaka.
Ino was a model like Karin—famous and overall perfect (though, Karin seemed anything but now). If Karin wasn't on the magazine, then you had better bet that Ino Yamanaka was. While the red-eyed woman was usually marketed for her body, Ino was a full-blown CoverGirl. Her face was what had made her famous—no kidding, the chick was beautiful, honestly.
While she still had legs and other assets that killed (especially in the strapless, purple, Versace mini-dress she was wearing combined with the Gia Lorenzi silver, leather and bronze six inch, strappy heel that made her look ten times her 5'10'' stature), she came only second-best to Karin in that category.
But her face selled.
So this was who Sasuke was dating...hmm…not shabby…
Anything was better than Karin, though.
Before I even knew it, the two were walking towards me. It was then that I realized I had been staring the whole time. Why am I such a loser around celebrities?
"Ino, this is my new secretary, Sakura Haruno," introduced Sasuke, giving me a cautious look as he tried to get me to stop staring.
The platinum blonde smiled, her dimples deep enough to hold the ocean without spilling a single drop. "Sasuke, dear, I didn't know you had a secretary," said the blue-eyed girl. I fidgeted under her sly gaze, giving her a wary look and hoping to Kami she wasn't anything like Karin. "Is she new?"
Sasuke nodded. "Aa. Very," he replied. "She was just hired yesterday, actually."
Ino gave me one of those looks that said she knew something that I didn't—something she wasn't supposed to know in the first place. It was slightly unnerving, but nothing that made her seem anymore untrustworthy than anyone else you just met. "Well, I'm starving. Sakura, would you like to eat with us?" Her smile was so inviting; it was honestly impossible to say no, so I nodded with a pleasant smile of my own.
And since I hadn't eaten but one onigiri (for someone who said my food tasted like shit, Sasuke sure ate a lot), the thought of food alone had me wanting to pig out all night.
"Great!" exclaimed the cerulean-eyed model.
We started walking towards the dining area in the ballroom when a familiar voice was heard at one of the tables.
Here we go again.
"Ino Yamanaka."
The blonde turned around, a hand on her hip as she nodded towards the blue-haired lady that had spoken to her. Next to the blue-haired lady was Karin, her long legs crossed and a champagne glass lifted to her lips, her eyes dark and fixated on me.
Ino smiled that gorgeous smile again. "Ms. Konan, how are you?"
The cunning smile on the older lady that had talked to Ino had matched the crafty look in her usually opaque grey eyes. I had heard of Konan. She was one of the top super models around a decade ago, but though she wasn't modeling much anymore, she was still rather famous and known for her sharp, grey gaze.
It was mesmerizing, really.
"I'm wonderful. Please, sit—your friends as well. Our table will be served soon."
Ino nodded and sat, Sasuke and I following after her. A look of thought was plastered on Karin's countenance as she looked from my face to Sasuke's, barely looking at Ino as if she weren't a threat at all. Why was Karin so paranoid about me when Sasuke was dating Ino?
"Sasuke, your home is beautiful. We are grateful that we have been invited," said Konan in a quiet, still voice. The way she said it almost made you want to believe she was actually genuine about her feelings, like that's actually all she cared about.
Only an idiot couldn't see through that.
"Of course, it is my pleasure," replied Sasuke in a calm, deep voice.
"Yes, and who is this? I don't think I've seen her before. Is she an up and coming starlet?" questioned the grey-eyed woman, referring to me. It was obvious how nervous I was under her and her apprentice's calculating eyes.
Sasuke shook his head. "No, this is Sakura Haruno. She is my temporary secretary."
"Is she? She looks so young. How old are you, Sakura?"
"Eighteen," I answered, twiddling my fingers in my lap. "Like he said, I'm only here for a little while—just until I get enough money," I explained, not looking the woman directly in her surprisingly bright eyes.
"Enough money?"
"For college. I was accepted to KU, but I don't quite have all the money right now."
She smiled. "KU, to become a doctor, I presume." I nodded. "Very impressive."
Karin scoffed and then smirked. "Shacking up with Sasuke for a little extra cash on the side, are we? Tell me, Sakura-dear, do you play doctor with him too?" she jeered crudely.
I glared pointedly. I swear, I have the worst feeling about this whore. Strike one.
"What, are you jealous, Karin?" Ino asked with mock innocence. She was leaning her head on her hand, which was propped up on the table by her elbow, her legs crossed just like the red-head. Ino then giggled condescendingly, looking over to the side boredly. "Pathetic…"
Karin took a sip of her champagne and then shot a searing hot stare my way. "Please, of that trash." She chuckled dryly. "Don't make me laugh."
Strike two.
"Oh, come on, it's obvious. Sakura's talked more to Sasuke in two days than you have in two years. Besides, you heard the conversation. Sakura was admitted to KU. Your shishou thinks that's impressive."
Karin kept her composure, only scoffing again. "It's a waste of time to even compare me to something like that." The size of this girl's ego was really pushing me over the edge…
"Speaking of shishou's, where is Tsunade, Ino. I'm surprised she's letting you out alone after what you did those years ago…" commented Konan nonchalantly, that shrewd smirk back in place. Karin gave a devious look too, adding to the evil feeling the two gave off.
Ino's lips thinned in anger, Sasuke's gaze looking slightly perturbed when they set on her face, before she smiled. "Well, Tsunade-shishou trusts me now to not make those kinds of mistakes. It has been quite awhile now." I raised an eyebrow; curious as to what Ino had done that had made her own shishou not trust her to go out alone for awhile. Maybe I'd have to ask Sasuke later…
But would he tell his servant girl?
Doubtful.
"Ah, Ms. Tsunade's finally letting her little bird fly out of the nest," gushed Karin. "How…utterly stupid." Karin's face was one of mirth and evil. I really hated her. Her royal bitchiness was going down when there weren't so many damn witnesses around.
Ino shrugged. "Maybe so. But how long does Ms. Konan expect that her rabid, tameless dog will stay on her leash? We haven't forever…" murmured the platinum blonde silkily.
I stifled a giggle. That was a good one…
Karin's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Dog?!" Karin looked Ino up and down. "Well, if it isn't the pot calling the kettle black."
"Alright, you two, just because we are rival companies does not mean we shouldn't act civil in public," said the blue-haired woman, acting the mother figure. She turned and looked at the red-head sternly. "Now, do what you came here to do, Karin and do so quickly. You have a photo shoot early tomorrow morning. I'll be waiting in the limo." Konan stood from her seat and said her good-bye's before strutting towards the entrance of the ballroom.
Karin put down her champagne glass and gazed the onyx-haired boy's way. Ugh, I hated her, the way she thought Sasuke was totally into her. Believe me. I had taken every Is-Sasuke-Uchiha-Your-Type quiz on the internet, and Karin was anything BUT!
"Sasuke, love, may I have a word with you about the music video?"
The Uchiha nodded and stood up, helping Karin out of her seat and walking away with her. I watched them disappear into the crowd with an unknown pout on my face, huffing their direction. I WOULD find out about this music video situation.
Ino nudged me with a smirk. "So, do you hate her or what?"
I scoffed. "I want to tear her face off and feed it to the dogs."
Ino laughed—it was such a dang pretty laugh too. "I think what we've learned today is that that would be cannibalism." We shared a laugh and I found Ino to be good people. Better than that Karin, with her nice body and career.
Whatever…
Bitch…
"So, we're on a team here?"
"Definitely," I answered, crossing my arms.
"Good. Because I think you and Sasuke make a way better couple than Karin and him. Sasuke's too good for that…"
Ok, I was pretty much confused about everything she just said so I figured a simple "What?" would suffice.
She giggled, before sipping on the red wine a waiter had given her. "You and Sasuke…way better."
I gawked. "Me and Sasuke?! But we don't even—and Sasuke—and you—a-and…" I calmed myself down taking a deep, relaxing breath. "But aren't you and Sasuke an item?"
She shook her head with another heavenly laugh, blue eyes sparkling like stars. "No. That was a long time ago. We're just good friends now."
I laughed ironically, thinking of all the things Sasuke had said to me over the past couple days. "Well, I'm definitely not into him like that," I said, looking disgusted. "I just needed a job…" I answered truthfully. I was in no mood to like a guy that treated me like a slave girl (though, I was) even if he was the finest piece of meat on earth.
Oh, Kami, he was sexy…
But, NO! Stay strong, Sakura, stay strong!
"Alright, Sakura…we'll see about that," giggled the model. Another waiter came by and she grabbed another red wine off the tray and handed it to me. "Here, have a drink."
I held my hands out in defense and giggled sheepishly. "Oh, no, I'm eighteen, remember?" I had learned my lesson.
She gave me a knowing look, raising her eyebrow slyly. "And when has that ever stopped you, Sakura Haruno."
I'll admit, I got a little nervous. Can celebrities read minds as well as smell fear? Damn, they were supernatural! "Wha—what do you mean?"
She smiled, cocking her head to the side. "Sakura, I'm Sasuke's best friend. I probably know more about what you did that night than you do."
Crap, that sucks...
But, then it hit me.
"Wait…what did I do?" I had never really figured out the full extent of my activities that night. I remember waking up in Naruto's hotel room (fully clothed, thank Kami) on top of a twister board, and the vague amount of tongue action I had mentioned previously and that was about it. I couldn't even remember how I got to the bar, or even that I had been in a bar.
Damn, that's messed up.
Ino gave me a mock-sympathetic look and shook her head, patting my shoulder. "Some things are better left forgotten…"
I openly gaped at her, my face turning bright red.
Celebrities are scary…
--
When everyone had finally left, it was around one in the morning. I was tired out of my mind and slightly thankful that I had had that cup of wine because with the liquor in my system the clean-up situation for tomorrow morning didn't look all that bad. Though, I knew deep inside it was.
I still groaned at it when I was walking past it—I wasn't that drunk, barely even tipsy, actually. I just felt a little warmer…a little…fuzzier.
Slightly buzzed.
I was running across the quad barefoot, the heels of death in my hand. Even if the wine had made me a little warmer, it was still cold as hell outside.
When I made it to the main house, I shivered myself into the kitchen, my teeth chattering as I rubbed my hands up and down my arms, dropping my shoes to the ground momentarily. Sasuke was in bed on account he had a meeting with his agent the next morning and needed his beauty rest or whatever…
If you ask me, he really doesn't need any at all. But, you know that's just because I'm obsessed with sexy and stuff…so…yeah…
Awkward…
When I was done freezing my butt off, I looked to the counter to see a note signed to me and got really happy (it's the liquor at work; I wouldn't say I have a high tolerance…).
Dear, Sakura… It read. That's me! I couldn't WAIT to read the rest!
Bring me a cup of water. Room temperature.
-Sasuke
I pouted. Hey! That's not what I expected. Reluctantly, I poured a glass of ice cold water and stalked up to the boy's bedroom. I didn't even think to knock as I busted into his room, an annoyed look on my face.
"Delivery," I said impassively. He was on his bed, watching his big screen TV.
"Hn. Thanks." He looked at me and then at the glass of water. "Is that room temperature?"
"Yup," I lied blandly.
"Sakura, there are ice cubes in it."
I set the cup down on his bedside table. "They're fake."
"You are honestly the worst maid ever in history," criticized Sasuke, giving me a bored expression. "You can't even take a decent order."
"Well, I want a break, Sasuke. I've been on my feet all day and I'm ready to go to bed," I protested, resisting the urge to stomp my feet and throw a temper tantrum.
"Sakura, do you remember that Lamborghini you busted that just so happened to be mine?" inquired the boy sarcastically. I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, you can have a break after you pay that off."
He was really starting to anger me. "Ok, well, aren't there, like, labor laws that don't allow you to work me for twenty-four hours in a day?" I questioned, exasperatedly.
"Twenty-four hours? Ok, listen. Come back here in thirty minutes to do one more thing for me, and I swear I'll let you go to sleep after."
I put my hands on my hips and looked at him sternly. "Swear?"
"Aa."
"Cool. Peace." I took a shower as quickly as I could before throwing on a big T-shirt that went to mid-thigh and putting my wet hair up into a bun on the top of my head.
When I got to Sasuke's room, the lights were out all except for the lamp by his bed and I felt a little creep entering in only a T-shirt and underwear.
He turned off the TV once he saw me and hopped under the covers, stripping himself of his shirt. Oh, Kami, did it get hot in here…?
I stopped in my tracks and stared at him wide eyed. "What are you doing?"
He looked at me blankly and then with a straight face said, "Tuck me in."
I would have laughed at his cute little joke had it not been TWO A.M. "You've got to be kidding me."
"I'm not. Get over here."
I sighed, stomping over to him and leaning against his bed as I pushed the covers under his body rather roughly, mumbling incoherent curses to myself. "Snug?" I asked rudely.
"Snug as a bug," he answered.
I huffed at him, wrinkling my nose as I began turned around, ready to leave his room and hit the hay when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back to the bed.
"Stay," he ordered simply.
I pushed myself off of him so that I was sitting cross-legged right next to him on the bed. I crossed my arms stubbornly. "Oh, now I'm your pet."
"No, but you will stay."
"When do I get to go to bed?!" I yelled, my crazy bright eyes taking on a whole new LEVEL of crazy. I was SO friggin' tired!
"Make yourself comfortable," he shrugged, pointing at the pillow I was sitting by.
"Yeah, getting raped is not really one of my 2 AM hobbies, but thanks," I hissed angrily.
"Suit yourself," he said, getting comfy.
"I always do!" I said through gritted teeth.
Honestly, this kid…
I waited awhile as silence reigned and then I looked down at him, arms still crossed. "Are you asleep yet?"
"No," said Sasuke blandly. "Why?"
I closed my eyes and looked to the side obstinately. "Because I'm leaving as soon as you fall asleep," I said matter-of-factly.
"Well, how am I supposed to get any sleep when you're constantly moving your mouth?" I sighed. "Besides, the lamp light is in my face."
I reached over and turned out the light. "Are you asleep yet?"
I heard a snide chuckle leave his lips and I glared. "You might as well just go to sleep here. I'm not the one who has to wake up early tomorrow and clean."
"Well, I'm not the one who has to wake up even EARLIER to meet with their agent," I argued.
"You're right…I wonder what are bosses will think in the morning when we have bags under our eyes."
"I don't know, but at least there won't be any flashing cameras in my face when I step out the door." He was silent to that. I could tell he was getting tired of answering. "I don't understand why I have to do this, Sasuke, I mean honestly."
He was quiet for a long time. "Sakura, do you know how long it's been since I've had someone to keep me company in my house?" I didn't answer; I knew it was a rhetorical question. That and I didn't really care. "Two years."
"Damn."
"Aa."
That was unbelievable. The most wanted guy in the world hadn't shared his bed with a single girl in TWO YEARS?! Amazing.
Well, maybe not for him.
I found myself feeling bad, but mostly tired so I let out a deep sigh and laid down, shuffling under the warm covers. "Fine, but private areas are off limits."
"Like anyone wants to touch your private areas."
"You're rude!"
I felt an arm snake around my waist and, thankful that it was very dark in the room, my face went crimson. What was I getting myself into, I barely knew this guy.
"Hn," he grunted at the base of my neck, sending delightful shivers down my back. "You smell nice."
"Thanks, it's peach," I murmured, beginning to like the warmth he was giving off. I felt his breathing become steady against my neck and instantly knew he was asleep. I turned around in his arms, so that I was facing him, star struck at the fact that I was being held by THE Sasuke Uchiha.
It was probably the most amazing, most warm, most safe I had ever felt since Kiba. I felt lightning run through my body as I realized how close our faces really were, how close our mouths were to one another.
I snuggled deeper into his embrace, feeding off how warm he really was, the smooth skin of his perfect abs a mere piece of cloth away from my own bare skin. His heartbeat was so strong and stable, that I almost felt it was my own and I closed my eyes, letting it lull me off to sleep.
I honestly felt the best I had felt in a very long time.
--
It was around seven when I woke up and Sasuke was already gone. So I got out of his huge ass bed and made my way to my bathroom to wash up and get ready for the day. I had a lot of shit to do…
I started with cleaning the kitchen. You would think that the cooks would at least clean up after they single-handedly screwed a place over, but I guess even the people that worked for the celebs were stuck up and lazy…that is, except for me.
The most HUMBLE of them all.
Does saying that make me a little less humble…?
Yeah, probably.
I decided to turn up the radio while I worked, hoping the time would move a little faster this way. I was just finishing up the kitchen when one of my fave songs came on.
I instantly got really excited, and knowing the Uchiha wasn't home, started singing the lyrics.
Wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy
Grab my glasses. I'm out the door; I'm gonna hit this city
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
'Cause when I leave for the night I ain't comin' back!
I shook my hips a little to the catchy tune before full out dancing. You see, I have a lot of practice doing these things, 'cause singing badlyand dancing like a maniac are two of my favorite past times!
The party don't start 'till I walk in…
I sang the entirety of the song, ending in some kind of pose I thought would be cool for the moment when my audience started clapping for me.
"Thank-you…thank-you, everyone for coming to my—" Shit, somebody was really clapping.
I turned around to see Sasuke Uchiha standing behind me with that same look of amusement on his face and I wanted to cry.
"Great job, you just made a complete fool out of yourself," congratulated the obsidian-eyed model.
All the blood ran to my face and I dropped the mop I had been using as a microphone. "H…How long have you been there?" I questioned quietly.
He smirked. "Since the hot, little booty smack in the second verse." He began to walk toward me, and I could tell he was trying his best to hold in the small bits of laughter that wanted to seep out of his God sent voice. "You are quite the little dancer, Sakura," he admired, looking me up and down.
I began to feel hotter than I felt before when he had caught me, his eyes roaming my body and making me feel as if I had nothing on. He was def using the old imagination there.
I laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck. "Ah, thanks…"
"So when's the next concert," he asked jokingly. I caught his playfulness and decided to shoot it back.
I smirked. "Whenever you want it to be."
"Well, I'm up for another right now." It was then that I noticed how close he actually was to me and what he was trying to do and I closed my eyes, my lips tingling lightly.
He started moving even closer to me so that we were mere centimeters apart and I began feeling like a princess in a fairy tale again when he reached up and put his hands on my cheek, sending his thumb to glide over my bottom lip gingerly. He was still so very close to me and I opened my teal eyes, looking at him through a half-lidded gaze.
Sasuke smirked, looking from my lips to my eyes, his dark, onyx gaze only making me want him more.
"Soon, my blossom." He whispered, kissing the corner of my lip teasingly. "But not yet." He began to walk out of the kitchen.
I gawked at him, my breathing still deep and heavy. "You asshole!" I screeched after him, close to embarrassed tears for looking so helpless in front of him.
He looked over his shoulder and chuckled lightly, almost sending me over the edge, the hairs at the back of my neck raising. "I said soon, Sakura, but you have to be patient for me, 'kay?"
I crossed my arms and pouted. "Oh, who's waiting for you, anyway?" I huffed as I watched him leave the room with one more chuckle.
My face contorted into one of curiosity before I smiled softly.
What the hell was I doing falling for this bastard?
Honestly…
A/N: And there we are, another chapter up! I hope everyone liked it! Sasuke was a little OOC, but I promise to work on it…So what do you all think? Please REVIEW!!!
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