Forced To Buy A Vampire Slave

Forced To Buy A Vampire Slave~ 4

"Come in." I called out.

The door opened and in stepped mom's assistant.

"Princess Arabelle, your parents requests to speak to you." Marry-Anne said.

"Okay, I'll be right down." I gave her a quick smile. 

She bowed slightly and left, as I got to my feet.

"I'll be right back." I told Corey.

He gave me a thumbs up sarcastically and I shook my head, smiling slightly as I turned and headed out of the room.

I took the stairs and once again turned into the office.

"Have a seat, Arabelle darling." Dad gestured as I came in. 

I did as he said, sitting in the same chair as this morning.

"What's this about?" I inquired.

"I wanted to let you know that your slave-" 

"Corey." I interrupted, giving him a smile.

"-Corey, will attend school with you starting tomorrow. And I trust you'll actually do as I say." 

"Why?" I questioned, out of curiosity.

"Because one of the reasons I wanted you to get a slave was for protection and since you have no protection at school it's best that he goes along with you so you're not completely alone." 

"Okay," I agreed nonchalantly.

"The party begins at six; don't forget." He said as I went to leave. 

I nodded and left the room. 

I came back into my room and Corey was standing by the bed where I'd left him, and I went over and took a seat on the mattress by where he was standing.

"Uh, so I'm having a birthday party tonight. It should be somewhat fun. Do you want to attend?" I asked, flicking my gaze up to him.

"Do I have a choice?" He countered, giving me an incredulous look.

"Well, yeah, that's why I was asking you."

"Does it look like I care?"

"...No."

He gave me a look that told me to take the hint and shut the hell up.

I didn't take the hint. "You don't have to go if you don't want to."

He rolled his eyes with annoyance. "Will you stop?"

"...Stop what?" I inquired, puzzled.

"Stop playing nice."  

"I-I wasn-"

He cut me off shortly. "Don't even try it, I'm not falling for it." 

"I was just hoping we could be, you know, like friends." I shrugged. 

"I just bet you were." He mocked. 

"Is there a problem?"

"Yes, there is."

"Go on," I prompted.

"Aren't you that dim or are you just playing stupid? You bought me at a fucking auction and you think I want to be friends with you? Go fuck yourself."

I rebuffed from the acidic tone of his voice.

"It wasn't my idea, I didn't want to get a slave-"

"You're not convincing me. Try a little harder." He said with disdain, his voice patronizing.

I sighed with a small noise of hopelessness.