Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee
Chapter 39
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 motive
nervously, and I could have sworn I heard someone close to him snicker. "That's untrue. You *know* how obsessed 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 say those things to him! I told you that
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
He screamed at me. "She's lying," he pleaded, talking to someone else. "She's just embarrassed! I swear - I love
*What the fuck?*
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, and Matthew
quiet, in its
"Matthew?" I said again.
dark chuckle sounded on the other end and chills cascaded over my back. There was something about that laugh... something slightly familiar. *Or maybe I was just being paranoid.* "Who is this?" I asked.
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 me to repeat a bunch of lies after all that he'd done to me? Why did he want to know who I've been
Like he was banking on making me look like a liar. Or... he was hoping I was still stupid enough to
just blared the annoyingly
spread across my face the thought of Matthew being in some kind of
in the bath. Making sure that every single inch of 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 me in to
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 my legs than I originally anticipated. The
as promised and was delivered by none other than Stella. The skinny blond bitch looked 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
what Alex said to her. I wonder if he confronted
I downed one entire glass of wine. I 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. Once
the meeting room. 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 be in this room other than Alex, but I knew
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