Chapter Twelve

I opened the door and groaned when I found Aaron sitting on the couch with his phone in his hand. He looked at me confusingly and stood up.

"Weren't you supposed to be with that dick?” he questioned as he walked in my direction. I threw my handbag on the couch and made my way to the kitchen.

"That douche pissed me off,” I simply said as he followed me.

"What did he do?” he questioned quickly with a frown on his face.

"All of this happened because of you,” I retorted and took a gulp of water. He groaned and I turned to look at him.

"What did I even do?” he asked with his arms crossed on his chest.

"You were here!” I accused gesturing to the house.

"So what?” he asked back.

"Nick didn't like it!” I said a little loudly and he glared.

"So what?” he asked again and shrugged.

"He was a little pissed that I was defending you,” I said grimly and pushed him out of the way. I walked back to the living room.

"And why did you defend me?” he asked with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Because I'm the only one who gets the right to call you an asshole,” I retorted, and he playfully glared, and his glare turned harder.

"Wait! He called me an asshole?” he asked with gritted teeth.

"To his defense, you can be one sometime,” I said playfully trying to ease the atmosphere and it did it.

"Only for you babe,” he said with his usual player smirk.

"You should turn one to Brittany too,” I said and walked to my room.

"I am already,” he said from behind the door.

"Then why didn't she run away already?” I asked teasingly while I changed into a short and a shirt. I opened the door and smirked when I saw Aaron leaning against the wall.

"I can't tell you,” he said seriously.

"Okay,” I simply replied as I walked back to living room and plopped myself on the couch. If he doesn't want to tell, I'm not going to force him.

"So, tell me about you and modeling,” he said as he sat next to me.

"There's nothing to tell,” I simply said and grinned at him.

"I can't find your photos on the internet,” he said with a pout.

"Under which name did you look for?” I asked as I took his phone.

"Kimberly Perry,” he automatically replied. I smirked and tapped my name.

"Ella Perry,” I said, and I gave him his phone. His eyes widened as he looked at the photos. He whistled as looked at me in awe.

"Wow,” he breathed, and I felt my cheeks reddened. "Imagine Brittany's face if she knew that,” he said and smirked.

"You hate her,” I observed and surprisingly he nodded. "It's so confusing,” I groaned, knowing that he wouldn't reply to me if I ask him about Brittany.

"Yeah, it is,” he replied with a smirk. "So did you accept the photo shooting?” he asked as he went through my pictures.

"No,” I replied instantly.

"Why?” he asked.

"It's for me to know and for you to find out,” I said with a smirk.

"Why?” he questioned again.

"Why would I reply to you when you never reply to my questions?” I asked with raise eyebrows. He smirked and leant towards me. I backed a bit and he leant closer so that his lips were a few inches from mine.

"Because I'm hot,” he said, and I burst out laughing.

"No, you're not,” I said and pushed him away. "Where's Grace?” I asked impatiently. She was supposed to be back home already.

"I think she's not coming today,” Aaron replied with a smirk.

"She is,” I told him.

"She is not! She's with Chase,” he stated as if it was obvious.

"She is coming back in a few hours,” I said confidently.

"No, she isn't,” he said stubbornly. "I'm ready to bet that she will come!” I said crossing my arms and facing him.

"Bet?” he asked with a smirk, looking genuinely interested. I nodded. "Then let's bet,” he said.

"If I win, you'll tell me the thing concerning Brittany,” I said, and he looked at me hesitantly then he finally accepted.

"If I win,” he started. "When I win, you'll become my slave for two weeks,” he said with a smirk, and I smirked back.

"Okay,” I said happily and leant back on the couch.

"Why don't you call her already?" He asked as if I was dumb.

"Okay,” I said and called Grace. Her phone rang bit she didn't pick up. I groaned and dialed Chase's number.

"Hello?” he answered happily.

"Where's Grace?” I asked and he chucked and then laughed.

"What?” he asked again and started chuckling. Then I heard muffled voices in the background. Giggles erupted afterwards.

"Where the fuck is Grace?” I yelled to get his attention. Aaron chuckled beside me. I looked at him and a smile crept on my face when I heard his chuckles. It sounded so hot.

"She's at my place and won't stop tickling me!” Chase yelled back and started laughing again, making me roll my eyes.

"What time is she coming home?” I asked and Aaron looked at me with a smirk as if knowing the answer.

"She's staying tonight,” he immediately said and cleared his throat.

"I win,” Aaron whispered right in my ears making me shiver. I ended the call and moved backwards to glare at him. "You're my slave for two weeks,” he said with a smirk, and I rolled my eyes.

"No sex!” I quickly cleared and he laughed.

"I would never stoop so low, babe,” Aaron said as he leant backwards and looked at me. "You're first task is to make me a sandwich,” he ordered with a smirk.

"You're being serious?” I asked with wide eyes.

"No,” he said seriously. "Go make me a sandwich slave!” he exclaimed playfully, and I glared. I groaned as I made my way to the kitchen. A plan formed in my head, and I smiled evilly.

"Chicken sandwich?” I asked and he replied yes. I took the chili sauce and put nearly half of the bottle. I chuckled and put the sandwich on the plate. I took it to him and rolled my eyes when he sat straight and clapped his hands.

"Finally,” he whispered and took a huge bite of the sandwich. I sat next to him and looked at him with a wicked smile. He chewed a few times and his eyes widened. He put the plate on the table and ran to the kitchen. He drank water directly from the tap. I was laughing my ass off and tears were forming in my eyes. His face was priceless. After a few minutes he walked back in the living room, glaring at me.

"Was it good?” I asked with a smirk.

"Why did you do that?” he asked as he sat next to me and pushed the plate in disgust.

"Payback is a bitch,” I said, and he looked at me with amusement.

"For what?” he asked.

"Making me your slave,” I retorted.

"I won fair and square,” he snapped. "Loser,” he mumbled.

"Don't call me a loser, jerk,” I mumbled back, and he smiled.

"You're different,” he stated after a few minutes of complete silence.

"How different?” I asked, now really interested.

"Different,” he said, and I glared at him. He finds it totally amusing when I get angry.

"Good or bad,” I asked.

"both,” he said, and I glared harder.

"And you're a jerk,” I said.

"I know,” he replied with his usual annoying smirk.

"I'm going to sleep,” I stated and started getting up, but he wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled me back on the couch.

"I want to talk to you,” he said, and I rolled my eyes.

"But I don't want to,” I said as if it was obvious.

"Shall I remind you that you're my slave?” he asked with raise eyebrows.

"Shit,” I cursed and sank in the couch in defeat.