Seven.

Attitude.

Chapter seven.

VINCENT.

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I pull the covers over my head when I hear muffled music. Although, when a delicious smell hits my nose I peek out from under the duvet. I cuddle Marley close and rub my eyes with a balled fist. "You can smell that to, right Marley?" I whisper and she nods. I step out of bed and follow the smell all the way to the kitchen.

I hold Marley by the arm as I walk into the kitchen. I move to sit on one of the chairs and feel my eyes close but I force them open.

The music gets turned down, so you can barely hear it and I hear Zander's hoarse, deep voice. "Good morning, Vincent." He shoots me a smile and I give a weak one back.

Fuck me, his voice is sexy in the morning.

"Morning." I grumble and he chuckles, "Not a morning person?" He spins on his heel and soon Pancakes, waffles, bacon, scrambled eggs and pain au chocolat are placed on the table. "What an odd, but delicious, mixture." I mumble.

We both began to eat, me finishing before Zander as I am quite a quick eater. Soon Zander finished and he placed his fork and knife down. "Thank you for breakfast." I say and he smiles softly. "You're welcome."

He then looks at me, "I need to talk to you, it's nothing serious." I frown, "Oh, well what is it?"

"We need to find a school to enroll you in." He said and looks at me. Looking for a reaction and he finds one. "What. The. Fuck."

"I thought we finished school when we are 18!" I whine, "Unfortunately, littles, subs, pets etc, have to spend at least 2 more years in school."

"Are you joking." I stare at him, flabbergasted. "No." He shakes his head, "Or you can get a job."

"I'll take that option!" I say happily, "Alright! We can start today then." Zander says, standing up and taking our plates. "Let's get ready for the day, then we will look for a job."

I nod and we both get ready.

~~TIME SKIP~~

It's been a week, a long ass week. Luckily, two days ago we managed to find me a job, at a restaurant as a waiter. How lovely? Someone with a shitty attitude meeting others with a shitty attitude. I start today, which is fun. Hooray- sarcasm by the way.

Plus, because it's been a week, I've been in New York for a week, I've been living with Zander. So he has to go over my rules and he apparently will be starting punishments. So even better. Fuck me, I hate this.

Me and Zander finished eating breakfast half an hour ago. He told me to start getting ready but I haven't, I've just stared at this white wall for about half an hour.

I look at the time, as a panic that I'll be late settles inside me. It's 10:00am. I'm not mate, I just have to be ready in 20 minutes. I let out a sigh of relief and get in the shower, getting cleaned and drying my hair. I get dressed into the uniform they gave me when I got the job, I clip the name tag on and brush my teeth.

I go downstairs and sit on the table with a sigh. "Get off the table, Vincent." I hear Zander from behind me as he just walks in. I quietly mock him making him give me a stern look. "Go get yours shoes on, i need to finish packing for your first day." Zander says and directs me to the shoe rack. I don't know why he directs me because I know where it is.

I sit on the stairs, pulling on my shoes. I begin to tie my shoelace but half way through I forget how to. "The fuck." I stare blankly at my foot and squint at the laces, I hear footsteps and soon Zander is in front of me. "Ready to go?"

"Uh- not quite." I mutter and fiddle with the laces. Bunny ears, knot it. The fuck?

"Want help?" I hear my caregiver say, I huff and stick my shoes out to him. "Please." I whine. I watch him as he crouches down and does them for me.

"Now I remember how to do them! Thank you!" I say with a bright smile and kick my feet a little once, Zander chuckles and kisses my forehead. The action makes my cheeks warm up, "You're welcome, Vincent."

We then get in the car and soon I'm saying goodbye to Zander and walking into my new place of work.

The manager meets eyes with me as soon as I walk in and he moves towards me, "Mr Yasmins!" He says cheerfully making me cringe. "Mr Garter." I nod and he smiles. "You're perfectly on time. I trust that you will do good today. Staff rooms are back there, find an empty locker and claim it as yours, then get to work!" Mr Garter, my boss, says. I hum and go to the staff rooms.

I find a locker and shove my bag in there. Inside is my lunch, a bottle of water and one of the teddies we bought on the first day I arrived.

I named him, 'Smartie'.

SMARTIE.

I called him Smartie for the bow. I smiled and looked at what else was inside my bag. I tilted my head, there was a random box in. I grabbed it and opened it up, seeing a paci inside. I haven't fully slipped into littlespace yet, but I guess he bought me a new paci because I don't recognise this one. It's pink with frilly pink bits around, it's mostly just pink. With the words 'Little Kitten' in beads. It also has Marie from the Aristocats on there.

THE PACI.

I smile softly at how cute it is. "Fucking idiot." I  playfully roll my eyes but then see a note.

Got you this. Thought I would sneak it in there, just in case. If anything happens call me. Have a good first day, Little Kitten.

Z.T

I smile at the note and put it all back in the bag, closing it up. "Why so formal? Z.T, like the fuck." I frown and jump a little when I hear a deep voice. "What horrid attitude for a little."

I raise a brow and turn to the voice. In front of me is a tall, white haired man. He has a waiter uniform on as well and his name tag says 'Connor' on it. He seems to be strong and dominant. Most dominants are tall and muscular, so I'm not surprised when I see him.

With the idea of doms, caregivers etc being super strong, tall and muscular, whilst the sub's, little's etc are small, cute and weak. I'm honestly not to shocked at his words. It's ridiculous though, it's a bunch of shitty stereotypes, I've seen lots of different dom's and sub's. Nothing like as described but as I've been in New York I've seen many of the expected imaginations of a dom and sub, it's quite intimidating and weird. I'm not a huge fan, but it's okay.

When I stop my trail of thoughts, I roll my eyes and close the locker. I go to leave but a hand grabs my wrist and I meet eyes with the man.

I frown and look into them. They're brown, a brown I recognise, but I ignore it. I pull my wrist away, "Don't touch me." I say. "Calm down, little one." He chuckles, i grimace. "Don't call me little one." I then give him a daring look and he smirks. I stare at him with a judging look before leaving.

I start wiping down tables when a couple walks in. One blonde-haired girl and one blonde-haired boy.

I walk over and give them a sweet smile. "Hello! I'll be your server for today. When you're ready to order call me over."

"Of course, thank you." The woman says, the boy has his head down, looking in his lap. "Dexter, you can look up. It's not a dominant."

I raise a brow, what difference would it actually make? Everyone knows that a dominant cannot take another dominants match. In fact, you can't take anyone's match from anyone, it's illegal.

I roll my eyes for what seems like the millionth time today.

"Hey, Moody Margret." I hear the deep voice of Conner say. "Hi, perverted Paul." I give a fake smile and try avoid him. "You know, not many people give attitude to people like me." He says.

"I don't care." I huff and walk away. I see the woman raise a hand and I walk over.

Dexter, I learned the boy was called, spoke first. "Can I have two champagnes, please?" I nod and write it down on a notebook i found in the side of the uniform.

"Anything else?" I smile, "A steak pie for my baby and a spaghetti bolognese." The woman says. "Please." The boy says after. I smile at him, "Of course." I write it down on the note book and tell the chef the order and I quickly grab the champagne.

I take them the champagne and walk away after they denied to have anything else.

Fucking hell, a champagne at 11:30am. That is my dream right there.

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I was on my break and just finished a call with Jake and Carlos, now for my dad.

I pressed the dial button and after a few rings he picked up, "V-Vincy!" My dad said quite loudly, "Dad, are you drunk?" I asked and he said something muffled. I sighed.

"Your mother wants you home." He says, his words quite slurred, "Dad." I'm about to say something but the door opens and Perverted Paul walks in. He sits on one of the benches, and starts eating lunch.

"Dad, I'll come visit you in summer." I say with a sigh, "Your mum?" My dad mumbles.

I grit my teeth, "Yes." I then make up an excuse and leave the call, I cannot deal with that. My phone starts ringing and I groan, I stop when I see it's a face time from Zander.

"Good afternoon, Vincent." He says through the phone with a smile.

"Thank you." I politely mumble making him raise a brow and that's all I need to know he didn't hear me. "Thank you." I say louder and he chuckles.

"You're welcome, I hope you enjoy it, little kitten." I feel my cheeks go warm, as butterflies begin to flutter in my stomach. I like how he knew what I was talking about. "Have you eaten?" Zander asks.

I grab my bag and pull out my lunch, "I have it out?" I say with a little smile, "You just got that out the bag, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did." I answer honestly and he shakes his head, "Remember to drink and eat, I'll be there for you in 4 hours." He says with a bright smile.

I whine and subconsciously pout. "No pouting, I don't want to see any of that." Zander says playfully and I huff, "But this day is a disaster!" I cry. "What's happened?" Zander worries.

"I'm stuck with a perverted Paul!"

Zander gives me a panicked look, "What the hell!" Connor says hearing me say this, "You heard me." I grimace at him.

"I'm not a pervert." He says and Zander gives me a stern look. "You can't go around calling people perverts."

"But he is a pervert." I look at Connor, "Fuck off." Connor growls, "Shut up, fanny face." I snap.

"Vincent." Zander's tone is different now, more dominant. I tense and look back at the camera, "I'm sorry." I apologise and he smiles. "It's okay. Now, eat, drink and behave. I'll pick you up soon."

I say bye and begin to eat. "You call your caregiver by his name?" Perverted Paul asks, "Yes." I answer and bite into my jam sandwich, i grimace and put it back into its plastic bag. I hate jam, I don't even know why I bit into it.

I eat the strawberries and everything else, drinking the water before placing it all back in the bag. "Why?" Connor interrupts my amazing moments of peace. "We only met a week ago."

Connor makes a sound of realisation and I soon leave, and go back to doing my job. Waiting until the end of the day so I can go home and sleep.

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A/N

I'm sorry if this book isn't good. I'm writing these chapters at like 12,1,2,3 am etc and me and my caregiver recently parted. So, I'm very tired. Considering I'm making these very early in the morning and I can't slip into little space.

I love you all so much and I'm so proud of you. Never give up and keep trying, my lovelies. Stay safe! <3

Take care. :)

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