Kidnapped by the hot beast

When I first heard the word 'personal assistant', I was thrilled.

You know the type of personal assistants the rich people have in movies and dramas. I always dreamt of one untill now.

"Emiley stop it! I'm losing my mind literally ", I said annoyed beyond words.

"I'm sorry I can't do this, mam"

"And don't you dare call me mam once more", I snapped.

"As you wish mam"

I sighed exasperated.

Its been a couple of days since my last encounter with Mr Sandars , shit! , Ian.

Why I'm calling him Mr Sandars?

Whatever.

So he did as he said. He has been very busy for last couple of days and didn't even pay me a visit.

I don't mind it. I like to be alone rather than being with him. I feel vulnerable around him.

It is taking a lot of meditation and a bit of that huge screened TV and video games to keep my head straight.

I need to be rational and patient to pass through this. I don't want to freak out.

Eveyday the food is brought to me as cooked by a master chef. It is just that delicious.

I'm scared that if I stay here any longer, I would get extra pounds.

But I've to keep my patience that Emiley, my so called 'personal assistant" has decided to test savagely.