A/N: Thank you for everyone's reviews! huggles I will try my hardest to update as quick as I can but I'm currently in yr12 so I have heaps of assignments and a whole week of exam next week—but I'll TRY! I promise! winx

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Chapter 2: My cold-hearted master

- Sakura's POV -

I looked at my watch and ran. It was almost midnight and it would be rather 'suspicious' of me to be coming home SOOOO late... Not to mention that my stupid over-protective brother is going to bug me with questions non-stop...

I slowly opened the door & stuck my head into the hallway. No light. The house was so quiet that I could hear the crickets chipping outside. I sighed in relief. Maybe everyone went to sleep a little earlier then usual. I crept up the stairs, tip-toeing each step. I was almost upstairs when—

"Kaijuu! What were you doing all night? Dad was worried SICK about you!" Touya's voice boomed from the kitchen. Rats, of all days he still had to be awake at 12:30am!

"I was working, Onii-chan. And the name is Sakura!" I hissed back at him before chucking my bag onto my pink bed.

"Ok, unless you give me a CLEAR explanation of what you were doing out so late, I'm gonna tell dad tomorrow morning... And what kind of place are you working at! You haven't even told me where you're working and— " continued Touya, as he walked up the stairs and headed towards my room.

"Is none of your business!" I yelled back, pressing my head onto my pillow.

'God! He is sooo annoying! Can't he EVER just let me have my space?' I thought, feeling slightly frustrated.

"I'm your goddamn brother Sakura! I have the right to know where you're going, where you're working, who you're going out with, etc! It seems like you have no intention to tell me where you work! You're not working in a strip club, are you?"

I rolled my eyes. "NO I'M NOT WORKING IN A FRIKKEN STRIP CLUB, ONII-CHAN!"

"What nationality is your boss! I want to know every detail Sakura! I want his photo, name & address, whether he has a police record or not—"

"Goodnight!" I sighed as I slammed my bedroom door shut as he goes on and on about how girls in 'my age group' are disappearing a lot lately by the second.

'So here's the deal. I'm NEVER gonna tell Touya that I'm working at Syaoran's house.' I thought to myself as I snuggled into bed.

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I spent about half the day trying to clean Syaoran's room up. Not to mention that it's not only big, but that he had NO intention whatsoever to clean up the room himself. I collected his dirty clothing off the dust-filled carpet, making several trips to the laundry. Having such a big house has one disadvantage—I swear I have gotten lost at least 3 times today, wondering to rooms that look fairly identical to the other ones. Not to mention the stairs...

When I was sweeping some of the dust off the carpet, I had noticed several dust covered albums on the very top of the bookshelves. I grabbed a ladder and removed the thick red book, gently sweeping away the dust with my hands.

The album contained many photos of a beautiful Chinese woman. She stood proud in every single picture, while holding onto to children—one a amber hair little boy, the other was a long hair little girl.

"I never knew I gave you permission to look through my stuff."

I got slightly frightened as I saw Syaoran approach me, his arm folded tightly against his chest. "For the mistake of violating my personal belongings, I can easily fire your pretty little ass." He sneered, grabbing my hand tightly.

"Let go off me!" I ordered trying to swing him lose of his grip. "I was marly just looking through your album when I was cleaning & I don't see what's so wrong about that."

"You went & got my most prized possession and said that you touched nothing?" He hissed, snatching the book away from my hands hastily.

"Well at least I'm not some prick that spends all his time flirting with numerous girls, being a posh bastard & treating everyone like complete—"

:SLAP:

I held onto my face. His hand came down on my cheek hard.

"You are in no place to say that, maid. And as far as I'm concern, you are just another low-life working here for money, just like the rest of them." He turns around and begins to head for the door. "Finish your cleaning and get the hell out. I expect you to be here by 10am tomorrow."

I watched as he slams the door hard behind him. I collapsed onto the floor and stroked the sore red mark on my cheek. Tears began to whirl in my eyes & I hid my face in the palm of my hands.

"Now I understand why nobody wants to work here..." I gently whispered, wiping several tears onto my shirt.

How long can I work him, under these conditions? Is the money even worth it?

I was pretty much determined to quit, when I remembered that I made a commitment to at least try this out for a week or so before I decide.

I just hope matters don't get worse...

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TBC--

A/N: ok what a boring chappie, but I can assure you something WILL happen in the next chappie. What if Syaoran goes against the rules and does something he's not suppose to?

(Sneak preview)

Syaoran grabbed my wrist roughly, pushing against the wall. "You do realise since you are in my house, and I'm paying for you to work for me, that you are officially owned by me?" He smirked before biting my ear.

I whimpered weakly against him. "Syaoran-sama... Please don't..." I was slightly frightened, but my body disagreed with me. It enjoyed the slight tortures he had offered, making me shudder slightly.

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A/N: No, it isn't gonna be rape or even a lemon... Just Syaoran being really naughty n teasing his little maid a little. :smirks: Don't worry, I won't make Sakura suffer (much)! Hehehe... Review plz... The more reviews I get, the quicker I'll update!