The drive home took exactly thirty-eight minutes instead of the usual one hour. I held onto the hand guard for dear life as my driver, Andrew, tore through the road like he had a life to save. I chalked it up to boredom from hanging around campus doing nothing while waiting for me to finish classes. If it were up to me, I would have driven myself to school or even taken the subway. I am sure they assigned a driver to me to ensure I always returned home.
I did not expect to find anyone given that it was not even six o'clock, but the living room was bustling with people I had never seen before. Kevin, the house manager who preferred to be addressed as Butler came into the room with glasses of water smiling when he spotted me.
"Young Master Carryl." he beamed and watched me cringe at the title I had consistently reminded him not to use on me. I think he liked to watch me squirm.
"We have been waiting for you!"
"We?" I asked, handing him my jacket and bag because I was wiser now. Kevin took his job a little too seriously. The first time I tried to tell him did not require looking after ended up in a lecture/admonishing that i did not care to incur.
"Yes, these fine people" he gestured to the five people now seated looking at me "are here for you."
He proceeded to push me towards the spa room, causing me to start pushing back. I am not a prude far from it. I, however, detested being gropped outside of a consensual sexual set up. Even if it was for a massage, but Kevin was not known for his amenability or weakness.
"The Mistress ordered a quick spa treatment and insisted you participate. The sooner you give up and get in, the sooner it will be over."
I gave him my best puppy eyes that usually got most people doing what I wanted. He scoffed at my juvenile attempt at persuasion and pushed me inside. He moved aside to allow one of the strangers in before locking the door.
The next hour was spent scrubbing, exfoliating, massaging, and treating my body. Each action was done by a different person. I went to have a shower, feeling lighter than I cared to admit. I guess luxurious things were titled so for a reason.
"Young master I hate to bother you but you can not take long in the shower" he said, knocking on the door sounding anything but sorry.
I took a quick shower and came out to find the two remaining people waiting patiently. I watched with great apprehension as one of them approached me make up brushes in hand. I knew how fruitless it was to fight this so I sat rigid closed my eyes and allowed the woman to attack my face with her different brushes loaded with products I did not know. It took almost half an hour and by the end of it I was too scared to open my eye and see my face.
A throat cleared behind me forcing me to open my eyes, and 'pleasantly surprised' did not quite cut it.
Back in high school I was slightly vain.I knew I wouldn't be wining any awards but my face was attractive enough. The vision infront of me however, deserved all the award and then some more. My eyes were somehow larger and a deeper blue than I remembered them. My cheek bones, which were honestly non existent, we're now well defined even my nose seemed higher up my face. My thick eyebrows were well groomed and shaped and my lashes must have been made longer somehow. My lips were fuller more defined than they had ever been and my hair had been artistically styled in inviting curls. I was not one to brag but whatever magic she had done had left me the hotest version of my self. Even my sun damaged skin had been covered and it place was flawless perfection.
"Very good Young Master now for the last part, the outfit of the day."
This time I welcomed the unknown with open arms.It was nearing eight o'clock and both my partners were not yet home. Given how pimped up I was, the most likely answer was they had prepared another surprise for me. A dark blue designer suit that fit me like it was made for me was the last step. The jacket had a very low cut and no shirt was handed to me. The stylist only scoffed when I requested for one as if I had insulted her entire profession. The results, however, could not be disputed. Everyone had gone above and beyond to make me as attractive as they could.
I followed Kevin out to my car, my getaway driver, because that was the best way to describe Arnold's driving, was waiting for me. He gave me a one over the only reaction I had ever seen him have and I knew I had to be killing it. Another short drive at a break neck speed and we were in the lobby of one of the skyscrapers owned by Park. There was a door man waiting for me to arrive. I was led into the elevator and he punched in the digits for the restricted roof top and my heart skipped a beat. The only thing on that roof top was a helipad. I felt my hands sweat in apprehension as an entire zoo began stampeding in my stomach. We made it to the roof top and true enough a helicopter was there waiting for me. My partners, however, were still nowhere in sight. I was escorted into the helicopter and given directions on how to safely strap myself and with noise cancelling head phones in place we were off.
I hate to even say this but as the helicopter flew us over the shimering cityscape I couldn't help but feel like a princess. I don't believe in fairytale and if anyone asked I was a vicious knight, but this must have been how cinderella felt going to the ball. If anyone had told me I would be flying over the city, after undergoing a makeover, going to see my two filthy rich partners, I would have cried. Laughter had been a foreign concept to me at that point, a useless sound equated with an impossible feeling. However, in that moment I couldn't help but laugh out loud at the absurdity of it all.
The pilot looked over at me confused, understandably so. I said nothing to ease his confusion, settling back to enjoy the night. Most days I was scared to wake up, afraid that the past two months had been nothing but a dream. Today I felt like I was on top of the world, untouchable. If I were to die today, I would go a very happy and sexy man.