Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Wedding Soup

**ROMANY**

*Oh fuck no you don't. Not again. You don't get to plant your bullshit in my head again!*

"You're joking, right? You've been *looking* everywhere for me? Have you? How strange that you haven't even tried calling me once. Not until today. And *why you did today* is the real mystery."

"Romany, come on. Stop the dramatics," he groaned into the phone, laying on the theatrics for God knew who. "You can't paint me the bad guy when *you're the one that left.* You ran away because you were embarrassed, that's understandable. But to disappear when you have nowhere else to go? To hit the streets with no money? Anything could have happened to you! Running away is *never that answer!*" *Why am I even listening to this crap?*

"Is that what you call it when *you* pack up my shit *for me* while I'm at the Dean's office, then hide my luggage in the closet? Is that what it is, when you to strip me naked the moment I get home and shove-" "Stop it! That's not what happened! You-"

A stranger's voice sounded in the background, low and commanding. "Let her fucking finish," I thought I heard it say.

I went on, "-your dick in my mouth and tell me how perfectly I handled the Dean and your lies! Was that supposed to be my reward for being your little puppet? Then, when you bent me over your dresser to force your way between my legs again, *despite that I repeatedly told you *I was too upset* - all the while moaning *'I need to feel you one last time'* - before spitting your pathetic little cum droppings into the dry Sahara of my vagina - just to throw my clothes at me when you've finished, toss me and my luggage out the door, and then tell me to keep the fuck out. You call that running away? Fuck you and your lies!"

"My lies? Angel, I'm trying to protect you! If you'll just tell who's had their hands on you, I'll make sure they never touch you again! I will personally show up and bet the holy hell out of them myself!" Matthew argued, pretending to sound angry.

I snorted. "Since when do you attack anything that isn't wearing a skirt or isn't a student in your class?"

"Romany! Those are serious accusations to be throwing around. Watch your mouth," he hissed, this time with *real* anger.

the Dean? Another student? Maybe a new girlfriend who might have heard some rumors? The motive behind this fucked up conversation still was unclear. *Maybe he is trying to set me up again!* Oh hell no, that's what's not about to happen! "How's this for watching my mouth, Professor? You're a predator. A manipulator. You're lucky*

I am with you. You know how much I love you. H-how s-sorry I was that the Dean chose to expel you! I told you not to

fuck?" I snapped into the phone incredulously. Suddenly I began to wonder how truly psychotic Matthew was. "What the hell is this Matthew? The entire confession was your plan and you *know* it was. Despite that you promised me otherwise when I

pleaded, talking to someone else. "She's just embarrassed! I swear - I love her. Sh-she left me! I didn't want her to

*What the fuck?*

the hell are you talking to?" I hissed, turning up the volume in hopes of catching some of the conversation on the other side. But all I could hear was dishes and laughing,

other line grew quiet, in

"Matthew?" I said again.

my back. There was something about that laugh... something slightly familiar. *Or maybe I was just being paranoid.* "Who is

a click as the call ended. My eyebrows drew together in confusion. *What the hell was that about? Why would Matthew feel the need to call me and ask

in trouble. Like he was banking on making me look like a liar. Or... he was

just blared the

my face the thought of Matthew being in some kind of trouble. In

me was as soft and bare as a baby's bottom. After that, I deep conditioned my hair and took the time to blow dry the waves out, something I rarely *ever* do. But God only knew why in the hell I was primping for my punishment. Maybe I was hoping that the nicer I looked, the easier Alex might be when inflicting my punishment. Honestly, I couldn't imagine what he had in mind. I liked to think we had moved past his need to flaunt his power over me. His... control. Silly me. I should have clung tighter to my original fear of him. I should have reminded myself that every time I began to feel connected to Alex, he liked to punch me in the gut with a cold fist. Shocking the color right out of my skin and tuning

rolled around, I stepped into the dress. It was just as tight as I thought it might be. Sealing itself over my breasts and my hips like saran wrap, showcasing every secret curve, and every rounded swell that I possessed. The skirt fell more comfortably over

angry as fuck to be serving me, but she didn't say a word. Just glared at me and my dress like as she left, her dark eyes alight with the promise of violence yet to

wonder

had no idea what madness I was walking into, and being drunk or heavily buzzed, probably wasn't such a bad thing. I ate the soup as quickly and neatly as I could. The warm sweetness of it seemed to wrap around my insides and bring a slight flush to my skin.

Every single step felt like it was heavier than the last and every beat of my heart rocked my chest with anxiety. I didn't know who was going to