My name is Barbie, but they call me “Little Bob,” mistaking me for a boy.
I roll with the punches and pose as a servant boy in Shades Academy to hide from my father, the God of Ruin.
That’s how I bump into Killian, the enigmatic, ruthless billionaire heir.
I want him, but he’s the forbidden fruit.
He’s drawn to me too, like a moth to a flame.
When he doesn’t like the burn, he rips off my bodice to betray my secret and forces me to enter the cutthroat game of the Brides Selection.
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“Killian, I see that you’re stalking my new servant boy. He’s tried to run away from me twice today.” The vampire prince swept me off my feet and tossed me over his shoulder, all in a swift move.
I’d been so captivated by Killian that I’d forgotten everything else, so now I was caught in my pursuer’s net again.
Louis shot toward the end of the woods before the stumped Killian could demand an answer. Trees and bushes blurred by as the vampire sped on, carrying me like I was precious cargo.
“You’ll regret kidnapping me, vampire!” I issued a threat.
“What if I give you a promotion in my house?” he offered.
I stopped punching the vampire. “What promotion?”
“You’ll be my squire instead of a servant,” he said. “It’s a very big promotion.”
“Does it come with good pay and decent health insurance coverage without co-pay for every visit?” I asked, intrigued.
Not that I needed any health coverage, but I wanted to make sure that I wasn’t being taken advantage of. I didn’t want my new boss to be a cheap scumbag like some human employers.
“That can be arranged.” But his voice was laced with disdain, as if talking about money was beneath him.
“Why squire? You aren’t a knight, and you certainly don’t look like one, sir.”
“I’m a prince!” He sounded offended.
“So, you want me to carry your shield, accompany you to tournaments, and ensure your honorable burial if you’re killed?”
“Your most important duty is to provide me with nutrition,” he hissed.
I blinked. “You want me to hang out in the kitchen, swing my cock around, and order the chefs to bring you daily meals with sufficient protein and vitamin C?”
“You’re the nutrition,” he said shamelessly. “I’ll drink your blood daily.”
“Bloody hell! No way!” I shouted.
“We can do it the hard way or the easy way,” he threatened. “For your contribution of blood, you’ll receive good benefits besides my protection, food, shelter, and good pay.”
“I don’t need your protection, sir,” I said. “There’re beings much worse than you out there, but I can protect myself well.”
He dropped me like a sack of potatoes, a magnificent maroon building looming ahead. We stared at each other. I massaged my stiff hip, and he narrowed his eyes in displeasure.
He snorted. “I’m one of the most powerful, terrifying superior beings in this realm.”
“No offense, sir, but I’m not interested in whose dick is the biggest,” I said, then hurried on at his scowl. “Let’s get down to business then. You won’t drink from me daily. My blood is very precious, and I don’t give it away easily. We can try for once a week.”
“Twice a week,” he said firmly. “That’s my final offer.”
“Fine, but I must insist on you not taking more than necessary during each session, sir.”
“You drive a ridiculous bargain, little Bob,” he growled. “If other servants dared to be so insolent, they’d be dead at my feet by now.”
He meant it. I should never forget for one second that he was a predator.
“You said you promoted me to squire,” I argued. “Besides, I have a rare commodity that’s worth more than gold.” I pumped my fist to drive the point home. “I get to call the shots!”
“Do you now?” he asked drily.
“Being fed upon isn’t my favorite,” I said testily. “I can’t believe that I’m even agreeing to this!”
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