Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Wedding Soup

F*ROMANY**

*0Oh 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 callingonce. Not until today. And *why you did today* is the real mystery."

"Romany, con. Stop the tics," he groaned into the phone, laying on the theatrics for God knew who.

"You can't paintthe 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 | 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 stripnaked the moment | get hand shove-" "Stop it!

That's not what happened! You-"

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

say.

| went on, "-your dick in my mouth and tellhow perfectly | handled the Dean and your lies! Was that

supposed to be my reward for being your little puppet? Then, when you bentover your dresser to force your

way between my legs again, *despite that | repeatedly told you *I was too upset* - all the while moaning *'| 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 atwhen you've finished, tossand my luggage out the door, and then tellto

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! | will personally show up and bet the holy hell out of them myself!" Matthew argued, pretending

to sound angry.

| 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 twith

*real* anger.

What on Earth was this shady *'pedophil-ish** fuck playing at now? | had a feeling there was someone there

listening. | could sense that this entire phone call had to do with something *he* was in trouble for. Was it with

the Dean? Another student? Maybe a new girlfriend who might have heard srumors? The motive behind this

fucked up conversation still was unclear. *Maybe he is trying to setup 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* |

hate you so much that I'd rather forget you, than press charges on you. Prick!"

He laughed nervously, and | could have sworn | heard someone close to him snicker. "That's untrue. You *know*

how obsessed | am with you. You know how much I love you. H-how s-sorry | was that the Dean chose to expel

you! | told you not to say those things to him! | told you that | would handle it. But you wouldn't listen to me!"

"What the fuck?" | snapped into the phone incredulously. Suddenly | 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 promisedotherwise when | first agreed to keep seeing you. *Even after* what you did to me

on our first date- and all the abuse that cafterward! | may have been stupid enough to fall for your crap

then but I'm not anymore!"

"That's not true!" He screamed at me. "She's lying," he pleaded, talking to someone else. "She's just

embarrassed! | swear - | love her. Sh-she left me! | didn't want her to leave!"

*What the fuck?*

"Matthew? Who the hell are you talking to?" | hissed, turning up the volin hopes of catching sof the

conversation on the other side. But all | could hear was dishes and laughing, and Matthew whining. "Matthew?" |

called out again, as loudly as | could manage without shouting.

Suddenly the background noise on the other line grew quiet, in its place was someone breathing heavily into the

phone.

"Matthew?" | said again.

A deep, dark chuckle sounded on the other end and chills cascaded over my back. There was something about

that laugh... something slightly familiar. *Or maybe | was just being paranoid.* "Who is this?" | asked. "Where's

Matthew?"

All | heard in answer was 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 calland askto repeat a bunch of lies after all that he'd

done to me? Why did he want to know who I've been talking to?"*

It sounded... almost like Matthew was in trouble. Like he was banking on makinglook like a liar. Or... he was

hoping | was still stupid enough to agree to his ‘alternative’ truths. *Well fuck that, homie.*

Just to see what would happen... | dialed Matthew's phone. It rang three times before cutting to voicemail. When

| 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 battery has been removed... or the phone has been destroyed.

For sreason, | couldn't help the tiny little smile that spread across my face the thought of Matthew being in

skind of trouble. In fact, | even started to laugh.

Shaking off the bizarre phone call, | shifted my focus back to what | needed to do to prepare for the meeting. |

still had four hours until | had to get dressed, so | took an hour-long soak in the bath. Making sure that every

single inch ofwas as soft and bare as a baby's bottom. After that, | deep conditioned my hair and took the

tto blow dry the waves out, something | rarely *ever* do. But God only knew why in the hell | was primping

for my punishment. Maybe | was hoping that the nicer I looked, the easier Alex might be when inflicting my

punishment. Honestly, | 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. | should have clung tighter to my original fear of him. | should

have reminded myself that every t| began to feel connected to Alex, he liked to punchin the gut with a

cold fist. Shocking the color right out of my skin and tuningin to an entirely different frequency than the one

| was set on.

When five thirty p.m. finally rolled around, | stepped into the dress. It was just as tight as | thought it might be.

Sealing itself over my breasts and my hips like saran wrap, showcasing every secret curve, and every rounded

swell that | possessed. The skirt fell more comfortably over my legs than I originally anticipated. The slit only

showed when | chose to sit down. Against Alex's orders, | pulled on a white thong, hoping it would go unnoticed

due to its color. The lines were barely visible behind the velvet when scrunched up, so that is what I did.

My dinner arrived at fifteen to six, just 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 atand my dress like

as she left, her dark eyes alight with the promise of violence yet to come.

*| wonder what Alex said to her. | wonder if he confronted her about everything I told him.*

Shaking thoughts of her into the back of my head, | surveyed the two glasses of wine and simple bowl of

wedding soup set out beforeon the dinner tray. First, | downed one entire glass of wine. | had no idea what

madness | was walking into, and being drunk or heavily buzzed, probably wasn't such a bad thing. | ate the soup

as quickly and neatly as | could. The warm sweetness of it seemed to wrap around my insides and bring a slight

flush to my skin. Once my bowl was empty, | slid my feet in the white high heels and swallowed the second glass

of wine in one gulp.

Checking my reflection one last tin the mirror, | 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. | didn't

know who was going to be in this room other than Alex, but | knew he wouldn't be alone.

I took a deep breath and turned the handle, stepping into the familiar dark space like a lamb to the slaughter.

"Would you look at that," Alex hissed from the far end of the table. "She's on time."

Strangely enough, no one but Alex was seated at the table, but | knew he wasn't the only one there. There were

dark couches along both walls and although it was nearly too dark forto see, | sensed movement from them.

On *both* sides. "Chere," Alex ordered, his voice cold, but soft.

As | approached him, | started to notice my body heating. Like a slow fire that kindled between my legs, that was

slowly spreading over my flesh. And when | say fire, | don't mean warmth, | mean *fire*. | literally felt like | was

burning. The feeling was so intense that by the t| reached Alex at the end of the table, | was panting for

breath.

"Water," | whispered, suddenly falling forward into Alex's arms as the strange burning grew harder and harder to

ignore.

Alex chuckled cruelly, bringing a glass to my lips and tipping it up forto drink. I spat it out. *It was more

wine!* | was heaving, lifting the skirt of my dress to cool my skin as it burned.

"Water Alex, please! Please!" | begged.

He helpedto my feet, then once again placed a glass to my lips. This time, it *was* water and | drank and

drank greedily, until the cup was empty and my tongue swirled into the glass, searching for more. | was swaying

on my feet, my vision blurring from what | thought must be heat stroke.

"You're still thirsty, yes?" Alex asked in a dark voice, taking off his jacket and slipping out of his shirt, before

sitting back in his chair.

I nodded, "Yes."

"Good," he smiled cruelly. "Then your punishment can begin."

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