Page 73 of Bound By Lust

“Bother?! Why, you couldneverbe a bother!” he follows after me, speaking in a clipped but professional tone.

“I know, but still… I just needed some time alone…” I let him know.

“Very well, madam. May I escort you to the gym? Lord Metchie mentioned your preference for unwinding after a demanding day, so we’ve taken the liberty of designing a space we trust will meet your satisfaction.”Daaaaaammmnnnn Daniel… this shit just keep getting more and more unreal.

“S-sure,” I nod. “I’ll just take th—” He snaps and like she got instant transmission, a maid is suddenly standing there.

“Good evening, Mistress Metchie, I pray you had a wonderful day.” She bows and I stand there, shook.Pray?!Good lord!

“Uhm… yeah, it was alright.” I rub the back of my neck, feeling awkward. I’ve never been here without Frank, and to have this much attention on me is weird… though I always wondered how those girls feel in those reincarnation manga, and this must be it. And just as I think about it, I get a notification on my phone and see that Rose Marie just updated her new Patreon exclusive novel…That Time I Was Reincarnated into my Favorite Fantasy Dark Romance and the Male Lead Fell In Love With Me. It’s so fucking dope and one of a kind…

The story is about a real ass bitch named Bianca who is obsessed with her favorite male character in a Marie Rose book. The girl is crazy, down bad obsessed to the point in the first scene of the book, she was fucking a giant teddy bear with his picture andshit… anyway, she gets hit by a car and reincarnates into the book and now she’s navigating the word already knowing the story. She goes around changing shit like saving characters who were supposed to die and warping the timelines and stuff!

Not only that, but the male lead ends up falling and becomesmadlyobsessed with her instead of the white female main character, Ula, who he was supposed to marry and have kids with…ooooweee the fucking drama and tea!I have always wanted to see a Black girl like me in a manga, and to see a fellow Black woman writing it is so unreal! Not to mention Elios and Bianca are tea! Bianca is a vibe and so is Elios ol’ sprung ass.

“Kindly see to Mrs. Metchie’s belongings and place them neatly in her closet. Also, ensure a selection of refreshments is prepared and waiting for her upon her return from her workout.”

“Right away, sir.” She bows once more before leaving, and he wastes no time.

“Right this way, madam!” he turns and I notice he waits on me before he goes further, and thankfully so because shit, by the time we make it to the gym, a bitch is panting. I have always thought of myself to be fit, but shhhhhiiiiittttt I’ma need to get me a damn hover board to get around this place.This is too much.“Here we are, Madam, your private woman cave designed by Lord Metchie himself. Why, the Lord even made the seat cushions and the blankets himself!” he boasts proudly, and his surprises dance on my face and heart…

My goodness…My heart constricts. I run my hand over the anime blankets and the football cushions as I blink back tears. The way everything is laid out and folded with love and care. I was having a horrible day with the rumors, but this…this alone makes it better.

“I… I love it,” I breathe out, and he rocks on the back of his heels, smiling widely.

“I’m very much pleased to hear that. If you wouldn’t mind, allow me to give you a brief tour.”

“Sure.” I smile and Lord… I wish I had said, “Nah, I’m good fam.”Brief my ass! Woman cave my foot!Frank built me a whole ass attached house! It has its own master bedroom coupled with four more of them hoes, which Randolf stated is for when I want to have a girls’ night with my friends…the fuck?!There is a whole ass state of the art kitchen with a private chef on call!Myyyyy niggggaaaaa!!!!

A huge sauna, a private pool with staff dedicated to blowing up my damn floaties, an anime inspired room with allllllllll of my favorite manga, and it also comes with the famous artist, Patrisha on call to paint whatever I want! A protein shake and fruit smoothie bar with separate staff and even a home theater with every damn anime series and movies you can think of.I’m overwhelmed!

“So what do you think?”

“There is nothing much to think aside from everything is so well thought out and gorgeous. If I ever had a dream house in mind, this would be it,” I gasp and he claps his hands loud as hell, making me jump.

“You cannot imagine how deeply it pleases me to hear that, Mrs. Metchie.” He discreetly dabs at the corner of his eye with a gloved hand.

“Oh, it’s no problem.”

“If I may trouble you… should the opportunity arise, would you be so kind as to share those words with milord? Forgive my boldness in asking, but… it would mean a great deal.” He bows and I see him shaking, which makes me shake my head internally.What the hell is Frank doing to instill such fear in these kind people?

“Absolutely I will! Please stop bowing,” I beg and he looks up at me with tears of gleefulness in his eyes.

“I cannot comprehend how we became so fortunate, in this life or any other, to be graced by a mistress as luminous as yourself. I thank the Source for your presence, and for bringing light to a place long shrouded in cold.

If I may be so bold…” he pauses and kneels at my feet, taking my hand, or well… he doesn’t actually touch it. His gloved handhovers ever so slightly away from mine as if a thin layer of air is keeping our hands from touching, and his lips hover over my pinky finger. “You have my loyalty and that of those under my command, madam. Freely given, and without condition.”

I have no words… but I blink like fifty times when I think I see a red light slightly flash on my pinky, and my hand oddly feels warm.

“Th-thank you?” I question becausewhat do you say to that?

“No, it is I who is thankful to you.” He stands. “I bid you farewell. Please ring if you are in need of assistance,” he adds before he leaves, and I collapse on the sofa, tired and not even in the mood to work out. Instead, I pull out my phone and go to Patreon to read about Bianca going shopping with her friend, Katrina Olv.

“Girl, who the hell is that?!” I gape at the fine ass man who’d just jumped off his obviously thoroughbred black stallion, dressed down in a badass suit heavily decorated with medals.

I glance over to Katrina to see her cheeks flushed and her eyes averted, causing me to raise a brow.

“Who is he?”

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