Muffins.

"Are you the slave sir Lucas said was arriving today?" A girl dressed in a maid uniform asked.

"Nope. I'm not a slave." Dionne answered agitatedly.

"Then who are you miss?"

"His personal maid." Dionne said as she remembered her mum words, `Better a maid than a slave`. Lucas might see her as a slave, but she will always regard herself as his personal maid and that was final.

"Go help me bring miss Dionne's things from the booth" Ben ordered breathlessly. He was carrying three luggages at once. Dionne didn't even bother to lend a helping hand. For her it was normal for people to do things for her.

In the meantime, she observed the huge manor before her. She knew Lucas's parents were rich, but oh boy did she not imagine this kind of wealth. Being the daughter of her father, she was born into wealth. But a house like this, she has only seen in movies.

The house yard was very wide, with a beautiful garden. A huge pool was on the other side of the yard with tall palm trees and beach chairs giving it a beach vibe.

"Let's go in miss Dionne, sir Lucas is waiting for you" Ben said and immediately brought Dionne out of her trance.

Dionne walked into the house and was brought into a whole new world of luxury. Everything in the house stood out. The magnificent white chairs, to the beautiful marble floor, Dionne couldn't help but be awestruck.

"You're finally here." Dionne heard Lucas voice. She looked up to see him standing on the second floor with his hands inside his pockets. He was wearing a simple sweatshirt and plain black trousers. Simple but effortlessly elegant.

"Good afternoon Lucas." Dionne greeted.

"Come with me." Lucas ordered and entered his study. The house was different from the one Ben brought her to before. While the other was simple and beautiful, this one was luxurious and magnificent.

Dionne went into the study and saw Lucas seated on an armchair with his legs crossed and his hands placed under his chin. He looked like he just popped out from a magazine.

"Lu—" Dionne made to say but was interrupted.

"Sign it" Lucas threw a document in a file on the table. Dionne opened the document and saw it was the slave contract. It was the same as before but a little bit more polished. She took a deep breath before asking, "Do you have a pen?" Lucas threw her a pen wordlessly as he watched her implant her signature on the document.

"Done." Dionne breathed out and handed the document to Lucas.

"So Lucas–"

"It's master to you."

"What?!"

"You are my slave, so you would address me as Master, I'm I understood?" Lucas said calmly and Diana pursed her lips into a thin line. She has never been treated like this.

"Yes Lu–Master" Dionne said with great difficulty.

"I'm hungry." Lucas said plainly and Dionne gave him a demented look. Why was he telling her?.

"Okay." Dionne said nonchalantly. After waiting for a few minutes, Lucas said again,

"I said I'm hungry."

"The maid is preparing dinner, could you please wait until then." Dionne said slowly when she remembered she was now his slave. He wanted her to cook!.

"I don't care, get me anything, dessert, anything to satiate this hunger till lunch." Lucas ordered and Dionne got up reluctantly and walked to the kitchen.

"You're sir Lucas's slave–"

"Personal maid, I'm not a slave!" Dionne hissed and walked to the kitchen cabinet to see if she can fix anything.

"No need to be saucy. I'm Sandy by the way" Dionne looked at her and let out a scoff.

"Dionne" She said flatly. She was not here to make friends, but maybe getting along with the other maids will make life easier for her.

"I like your name. It's beautiful" Sandy smiled widely causing Dionne to shake her head. The Sandy girl looked so naive. The first thought that crossed through her head was that she'll definitely be an easy target for men.

"What are you making?" Dionne asked as she searched for some instant noodles.

"Beef stew" Sandy answered with a wide smile.

"You must love cooking huh?" Dionne couldn't help the smirk that came to form on her cheeks. Her and Sandy were the complete opposite.

"My mum use to–"

"Where are the instant noodles?" Dionne cut her off immediately. She didn't have the energy to listen to someone's life stories. A simple `yes or no` would do.

"Oh. We've run out of instant noodles."

"How can you run out of noodles. They're the most important food to stuck up in the kitchen!" Dionne grumbled. "That's right" she clapped her hands when she remembered the banana muffins her mum made.

"Where is Ben?"

"He's in the garage, doing a... She doesn't allow me to finish" Sandy ended with a humph when Dionne ran out without even allowing her to finish her sentence.

Dionne eventually found Ben just out side the mansion and she was grateful she didn't have to search the entire manor looking for him. That'll be torture. She asked where her room was located and ever so polite Ben took it upon himself to show her the way personally.

"Thank you" Dionne muttered before shutting the door. She saw all her bags neatly arranged in a corner and she walked towards it.

"Where did mum put the muffins" she groaned as she ransacked the bags. She ultimately gave up and decided to call her mum to lessen her stress.

"It's in the brown bag. I packed it in a bread leather." Mrs McCurry told Dionne through the phone after they exchanged pleasantries.

"Thank you so much mum, you're the best" Dionne said and hung up. She found the muffins and headed to the kitchen to plate them.

"Come in." Lucas said after closing the magazine he held in his hand. He had decided to read a magazine to occupy himself while Dionne took her sweet time in cooking up something for him. He was anticipating it.

"This is the muffin I made from home." Dionne lied without batting an eyelid.

"Oh." Was all Lucas said before he picked one up and took a bite. Dionne was not shocked when she saw the crease on his forehead— he definitely liked it but he was playing hard to get.

"It's nice. Are you sure you made them." Lucas asked.

"Yes." Dionne smiled proudly.

"Alright, make ten batches before tomorrow evening."

"What?!, Why do you need so much?!" Dionne frowned.

"Slaves don't ask questions!. I want ten batches before 5pm tomorrow."

"O-okay" Dionne agreed while cursing her miserable luck