My Name is NOT Cupcake

"Why are you being so nice to me? Aren't I supposed to be your prisoner or something?" I asked confused. He smirked that brain-melting smirk as he stopped. "What would be the point of being inhospitable? You are my guest, cupcake," he answered before leaving. "My name is not cupcake!" I yelled after him. I could hear his distant chuckle from inside the room as the door locked behind him. Perfect. Just flipping perfect.