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.

something *he* was in trouble for. Was it with 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 hate you so

H-how s-sorry I was that the Dean chose to expel you! I told you not to

the 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 first agreed to keep

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

*What the fuck?*

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 whining. "Matthew?" I called out again,

quiet, in its place was someone

"Matthew?" I said again.

on the other end and chills cascaded over my back. There was something about that laugh...

that about? Why would Matthew feel the need to call me and ask me to repeat a bunch of lies after all that

on making me look like a liar. Or... he was hoping I was still stupid enough to agree to his

dialed Matthew's phone. It rang three times before cutting to voicemail. When I called back again, it didn't even ring, just blared the annoyingly loud back and forth warble of a phone that had suddenly gone completely offline. Like when the

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

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

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 my legs than I originally anticipated. The slit only showed when I chose to sit down. Against Alex's orders, I pulled on a white thong, hoping it would go unnoticed due to its color. The lines were barely visible behind the

bitch looked angry as fuck to be serving me, but she didn't say a word.

wonder what Alex said to her. I wonder if he confronted her about everything I

into the back of my head, I surveyed the two glasses of wine and simple bowl of wedding soup set out before me on the dinner tray. First, 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

reflection one last time in the mirror, I headed out of the suite and toward 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