BookToReadFairy Tales
F*ROMANY**
When | returned to my suite after lunch, not only were all my new clothes put away, but there was a very sexy,
very slinky white dress laying across my bed with a note pinned to the front of it.
The note read: Tonight you are not to wear your uniform. You are to wear ONLY this dress and the white heels in
your closet. That means no undergarments whatsoever. The meeting will begin at 6pm sharp. Your dinner will be
delivered to your room at precisely 5:45. You will eat quickly and you will eat every single bite. If you do not eat
every bite | will know and you will suffer for it. If you fail to follow any of the stipulations outlined for you here in
this dictate, you will forfeit two weeks salary. Do not disappoint me. -Alex
I rolled my eyes. *He is so damn full of himself, | swear to God.* | *hated* that he knew | would do it. *Hated*
that he knew the money was too damn good for- or anyone really - to pass up. As | glared down at the flimsy
piece of velvet fabric hat he called a dress, | hissed in anger. Lifting it off the bed to study it, | shook my head in
disbelief. At first glance, the skirt appeared to be long, but as | inspected it closer, | could see there were two
splits in the skirt. One in the front middle and one in the back middle. Both looked like they stopped just below
the apex of my thighs. Meaning, if | didn't wear panties, it was more than a certainty that someone was *going*
to get flashed. The top half of the garment was strapless and although | was pretty sure my ta-tas wouldn't have
any issues holding it up, | just knew once it stretched over my chest, it would look like second skin.
"What the fuck is planning?" | said to myself, thinking back to all of the things he said tobefore lunch. "Why
the fuck is he havingdress like a fucking virgin sacrifice?"
*| could outright refuse to wear it. Just take the two week penalty and say fuck him.* But something was telling
panties, | don't care what he says. I'm not walking into that room wearing *this* - joke of a dress - unless | have a
thong on at the very least. He can kiss my ass."
Frustrated, | almost didn't notice my telephone lighting up on the nightstand. | was so irritated that | didn't even
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtcheck the Caller ID when I hit answer.
"Hello?"
The voice that cover the line was not one I'd ever thought to hear again. "Baby, it's Matthew. Where are you
baby? I've missed you. How could you leavelike that? Where have you been?"
My throat closed and my mind went completely blank for a moment. | pulled the phone away from my face and
stared at the non the screen just to make certain | wasn't imagining things. *It says right there... Matthew
Jensen.* When | could finally speak, | wasn't sure what | wanted to say. *Is he honestly callingand trying to
pretend that | left him? Does he think that I'm so desperate to have him back that I might actually go along with
this new scenaof his? Is that truly what he thinks of me?*
The answer would be, yes. Probably. Because, isn't that who | was for him, for two years. He forced himself on
at him the entire time. Then he'd done it again, and *again* acted like it was completely consensual. He literally
didn't letleave his apartment until | was singing the stune. Then cthe jealous outbursts and the
violence - also my doing for being such a wanton slut and *'dressing for caressing'* as he called it. Which
basically meant showing any type of skin that wasn't my forehead while | was at school. He groomedinto
accepting that he did all of these toout of his undying love for me. The only thing he admitted to, was his
being obsessed with me. And even *that* he played in his favor. Saying that no other woman had captured his
heart so completely before, that he was obsessed and always would be. So obsessed that it had to be love. *Pfff
yeah right.* But my dumb Shakespearean butt had to buy into it, didn't 1?
| wanted to hurt him. | wanted to sit him in a chair in that meeting room of Alex's and take him apart one little
piece at a time. With tweezers. Starting with his tiny, itty-bitty, not so pretty balls.
So... yeah... he probably did think he could convinceto agree with his newest fairy tales.
"Baby? Can you hear me? | asked you a question. Where the fuck are you? You need to answernow! It's okay
if you've been lying aboutto get by. | forgive you. | love you. Now tellwhere you are so | can cand
get you and we can be together." He sighed, his breath shuddering almost nervously into the phone. "Romany
are you fucken deaf? | *need* to know where you are. | want to cand pick you up. *Tellwhere you are*,
damn it, now!" And there it is. His stupid authoritative voice that hadjumping hoops for so damn long. This
fucker honest to goodness must think I'm a complete and total idiot.
"Who the hell are you talking to like that, Matthew? | know it can't be me. Why are you harassing me? What the
fuck makes you think that you can call me?" | laughed. "You know what that's okay - that's my fault. | should've
fucking blocked you when you threwout. My mistake. | apologize for it. So letjust tell you now, don't
fucking call*ever* again. Not ever."
| could hear that he was in a public place. The noises in the background were busy and loud. | could hear the
clinking of dishes and the boisterous laughter of a few people around him.
"What do you mean I can't call you, Romany? | love you goddamn it! Now tellwhere you are and who you've
been talking to." His voice was angry, almost a little panicked and | had to wonder why.
"First of all Professor Jensen, you don't love me, you *love* manipulating me. You *loved* controlling the way |
responded to *your* abuse. Threatening to turnin for cheating on tests that *you* gavethe answers to!
Tellingto cover and then remindingthat my being at *your* place was grounds for expulsion-"
"That's not true! | never-" he tried to interrupt, but I simply continued talking over him.
"Accusingof being too drunk to take seriously when | say no, | don't want to have sex with you! Or claiming
that | was too tipsy to mean it when | was screaming for you to stop!" "I did no such thing! You-"
"As if *FFranyonekkk Frkeyerkik krksqysrkk xkknokek because they're *too drunk* to say yes! | mean what the
fuck? What type of twisted, fucked up, predatory logic is that, Matthew?"
"Romany, my love, you aren't making any sense. What are you saying? Did somebody assault you? Do you need
my help? Tellwhere you are, I'll cget you, baby." A scuffle sounds on the other end of the line, then a
beep, and suddenly the background noise around him is a lot louder. Almost as if he just turned on the speaker
phone. "Baby? Are you hurt? Has someone hurt you? If that's what you're saying? Tell*now* and I'll rip the
bastard to shreds!"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Oh yeah, you will, will you? With what, Matthew? Your *ruler*? A *sharpie*? Your five *inch* three *centimeter*
penis? Or maybe your fucking syllabus and your cheatsheets? With what, you asshole?" "Romany! | can cto
you my love! Stop this childish bullshit! I love you. Letpick you up and we can go to the Dean together! Sort
this whole thing out! Running away never solved anything for anyone." "Running away"" | snapped. "Are you
fucking kidding me?"
He chuckled softly, a trace of the sinister 'Jekyll' 'Hyde' ringing through. "What else would you call it? You ran
from me. | promised to help you fix things - to talk to the Dean myself and assresponsibility for our
relationship, and you ran. You didn't wantto. You abandonedthat night without a word. I've looked
everywhere for you! But, | see, you've been in hiding." He sighed so unnaturally that | could almost see his
pathological smile. "Why would you leavelike that, baby? Why?"
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