"Come closer…" Lucien's voice resounded in her ear.

She swallowed her saliva trying to comfort herself. "But I'm okay sir…"

"Shut up your mouth…don't you ever refer to me that way…. don't make that mistake again. I am your master." he corrected her, but in an arrogant tone.

Olivia couldn't help but give a nod, the only thing battling her mind at the moment is her parents… she wants to know how they are faring.

"Have you taken your bath?" He questioned her.

She shook her head. "Not at all sir…sorry master …yes ….no I haven't taken my bath, I am here just to massage your back before doing that."

"Now get on your feet… leave my room and freshen up. I will order Nolan to get you some fragrance to apply on your body with some new dresses."

"Alright master, I will do that." she left the room instantly, while Lucien laid back on the bed.

Olivia was on her towel when Nolan rang the doorbell.

"Permit me in…" he spoke up.

She twisted her face. "The door is unlocked."

Nolan pushed the door open and stepped into the room, he moved to the bed and placed lots of clothes on it.

"I got this for you just as the master ordered me, and this is the fragrance you need. Make sure you dress well before going into his room tonight."

"And why would you say that? Is it mandatory that I'm going into his room tonight…? For heaven's sake, what am I going to do there?" she retorted.

Nolan smiled. "I don't blame you because you don't know exactly what you are here for… Not just a servant, but for some other reasons."

"Like what…?" she moves towards him.

"When the time comes, you will know. Just make sure to do everything he says."

"Including my dignity because I'm a servant right?" her eyes widened.

He pulled his lips into a slight smile. "Miss, you said it yourself… you were brought here as a servant just to clean up and do the house chores, but trust me… I'm so good at that as proof that you are not just here as a servant but for some other reasons."

She felt bad. She can't just tell what's going on.

"Your master called me his slave… his possession… his property… and that he will do with me whatever he wants. Now tell me Nolan, what does that mean."

"You are not a kid anymore and so you aren't supposed to ask me such a question when you know what it means." he moved closer to her. "Just get dressed up and leave to his room, I guess you will know what that means."

Olivia didn't say a word again, she stared at the door until Nolan passed through it.

She took a heavy breath, her head was filled up this time that she was unable to recall or create anything.

"What the heck is going on? I don't just understand… I can't just help it cause I'm scared."

Immediately, the door was pushed open pausing her sentence. She swirled her neck towards the door as one of the guards worked without even knocking.

"Maybe, you weren't taught to knock before stepping, that isn't yours." she referred to the dude.

He couldn't stop staring at her. "Well, I'm not here to exchange words with you because I don't see any reason I should give a knock before stepping into the room of a slave."

"Oh my God! How dare you call me a slave?" She took a few steps towards him.

"Hold on, to avoid your movements leading to hitting you. I'm not here to argue words with you… I just want to let you know that the Master seeks for your presence now. You must be fast." he declared and left the room immediately.

Her feet stiffened on the floor, she was so annoyed that a guard referred her as a slave again.

Why should they use that word on her? She is Olivia and not a slave and will never be a slave…

She moved towards the bed grabbing the clothes placed on it.

"Maybe, it's because I was sold to a ruthless billionaire like him…that's why they keep referring me to be a slave." she muttered.

She grabbed one of the dresses and had it on after which she applied some of the fragrance on it.

Within seconds, she was already in Lucien's room.

"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting sir… master. I was trying to make things up."

Lucien stared at her. "Trying to make things up by exchanging words with my guards right?"

"Not at all sir… I'm very sorry, ``she pleaded.

Her brows knitted, she was well convinced that had captured all their discussions.

"Now come over here… get your ass on this bed now." his voice rang in her ear.

She did as he ordered immediately, getting seated beside him on the bed.

"I'm sure you are done with massaging me… now you have to do the other side of it."

"Like what master? I don't really get you…" she replied.

"Don't mind the clothes you're putting on, it's just for fun."

She watched as Lucien on his feet took short steps towards her.

"Don't say a word, just follow my command… I hate stubborn servants." He uttered when she let her lips open.

"You called me a servant and then a slave… Now tell me, which I'm i to you?" She gathered courage to throw the question at him.

Lucien smiled. "You are both a slave and a servant…and so you don't need to ask this question again. Whatever you are referred as, that is what you are."

She shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I am Olivia… not a servant nor a slave."

"How dare you question me? How dare you make such statements in my presence? I am your master and should tell you what to do."

"Not at all, I have the right even if I am a servant…you can't just molest me and mind you…I'm getting out of your room." She stated turning her back to leave.

She grabbed the door handle pulling the door open, and then she felt his grip on her neck.

"I guess your father didn't tell you everything about me… I am cold and inhuman."

Before she could say a word again, he tore her dress.

Olivia laid her mouth agape staring at herself. "God of heaven! He just stores the same clothes he spent a lot of money on." She bit her lips trying to cover up her body.

"I bought the clothes and I will do with it what I want… that's why you were sold to me and I will do with you what I want." he declared, dragging her by the arm.