Alaska looked at the huge wooden door in front of her with the word 'King' written in bold italic letters. She rechecked the message to make sure that she hadn't mistaken.

She didn't know what he meant by her working for him so unfortunately she changed her outfit nearly ten times, finally settling on a silky beige camisole and dark blue jeans paired with white sandals. Finally mustering the courage, she knocked. "Hold on, I'm not done jerking off yet!" Arian called out from the other side of the door.

Alaska blushed in embarrassment. "Um-

Arian let out a howl of laughter before fiddling with the lock for a few moments and letting a very shy Alaska into his room. The last time they were in the same room, Arian's towel didn't manage to cover him for a long time.

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"You're late." Alaska looked at her wrist watched and clenched her jaw in irritation. She was a minute late. But her brain couldn't form the words to speak for her eyes had landed on a magnificent site. Water droplets dropped down his perfectly sculpted chest, rolling down towards his v-line and disappearing behind the loosely hung towel.

"Like what you see?" Arian teased as he shamelessly checked her out. Ally cleared her throat and looked away in embarrassment. She looked at his room. It was perfectly spic and span. Hell, it looked brand new.

"Your room is clean, Ice."

He smiled mischievously and walked over to his desk.

In one swift motion, he emptied all the contents of the desk onto the floor.

She clenched her jaw but didn't say anything. She used to do the same thing when she got angry as a child so that her mom had to clean more. She took in a deep breath and got down to her knees, picking up the tiny scraps of paper that fell. Arian tsked. He shuffled around a bit before handing her something.

A handmade paper broom.

"You're kidding, right?" She gaped at him in disbelief. It was barely 15cm. He shrugged and told her to get to work and only use the broom. It would take her hours to clean but he didn't mind watching her the entire day. Ally, on the other hand, had other thoughts.

Arian smiled on hearing her thoughts and went and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a polo shirt. He watched her for an hour, mumbling as she dusted his room, cursing him to rot in hell. He didn't need to read her mind, her words and secret glares towards him were more than enough.

"Let's have some fun." Arian clapped twice.

Alaska turned away from the tall bookshelf and smiled sweetly at him. "What? Watching me clean your already clean room isn't fun?" She gasped dramatically. Without waiting for his response, she dragged a stool and climbed onto it to put a book back into the bookshelf.

"Hey, you should call me Colgate. Know why?"

"Why?" She sighed defeatedly.

"Because 9 out of 10 dentists recommend you put me in your mouth."

She clenched her fists and turned abruptly to knock some sense into him and that's when the stool bent under pressure, making her lose balance. Arian caught her in his arms before she could even think of getting hurt. He put her down gently and took a seat. Alaska did so too, holding a book that Arian had been reading in her hand.

She opened it and gasped in shock. Every line of the book was neatly cancelled with a black pen and a modified version was written on top of it. "What was this book about?" Ally asked curiously. She loved reading. Mostly murder mystery and science fiction. By looking at the naked girl wearing only a stethoscope on the cover of the book, she could tell that it was some steamy romance.

"This young med student falls in love with her sixty year old Dean and marries him. They have kids and live happily after. A shitty ending, if you ask me," he grumbled uninterestedly. Ally rolled her eyes at Arian. A thirty year age gap was not her type of thing but she wouldn't bother ruining the entire book with her ideas. "So what, according to you, should be the plot?" Ally laughed.

Arian smirked and cleared his throat. "Well, after getting married she realises that the old fuck traps young girls in his basement and fucks them on a daily basis so she kills him and takes all of his money and runs away. But, she ends up pregnant. So she delivers the baby boy and leaves him at an orphanage. Years later, the same boy kills her. Voilà." Ally couldn't help but stare blankly. He turned a good old romance into a twisted murder mystery.

"Looks like James Patterson has some competition, after all," she dryly remarked.

Arian chuckled. "Okay, now stop lazing around at work. Make me some brownies," he fake-ordered her. He smirked at the confused look on her face. "You know how to cook. Don't you, Miss Ivanov?" He teased, his eyes glimmering with mischief. "Like noodles? Pfft, of course I do," she snorted. Arian shook his head at her and teleported both of them to his private kitchen.

He handed her an apron and put one on himself. "Welcome to baking 101 for dummies. Just so we're clear, you're the dummy." They assembled all the ingredients and began following instructions one by one. "You have to beat the egg yolk, not turn the entire bowl!" Arian yelled across the kitchen in exasperation. Teresa had clearly not stepped foot in the kitchen so neither did Alaska.

"Here, like this," he gently whispered into her ear. Wrapping his hand around hers and using the other to hold the bowl, he guided her into beating egg yolk. "Damn, you're almost as bad as Veronica," Arian laughed. Ally's stomach twisted into an uncomfortable knot at the mere thought of Arian and Veronica together but she smiled nonetheless. "Are you two engaged?" She asked softly, looking down at her hands.

"Of course not, darling. We're just friends," Arian chuckled, "What about you? Anyone interesting in your life?" Arian himself was shocked at how gentle he was being with her. He'd never let another girl into his personal kitchen and he'd definitely not spent so much of time helping out a maid. "There was this one guy." Arian's hold on the knife tightened.

"He was daddy's friend so we went out a few times. Then I learnt that he was into bondage and stuff so I stopped seeing him. He wasn't my boyfriend or anything," she murmured.

... Arian's vamp self commented.

Arian licked his lips at the thought of having her tied up in front of him.

"So, what's it like being one of the most powerful kings?" Alaska asked. She smiled at the thought of baking brownies with the most powerful man in the country, chatting with Blackwater's most eligible bachelor and staring eye to eye with one of the most notorious serial killers.

Arian thought for a moment. "Well, I can pay for as many hookers as I want but that's not necessary because women just can't resist my good looks and ability to do speak french between their legs." Ally rolled her eyes at his cocky response. She'd always wondered what it would be like living in a castle, everyone's life revolving around you.

"Like Bonjour mademoiselle Vagina?"

Arian howled in laughter, clutching his stomach. Ally smiled as she looked at how his eyes twinkled when he smiled.

They heard the sound of soft footsteps. The door was pushed open and in walked a tall brunette dressed in black high waist jeans, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket. She's painfully beautiful, Alaska admitted. The stranger looked at Arian excitedly. Ally insecurely stepped away from Arian. Arian grinned looking at the woman in front of him.

"Milan."