Maid for the Mafia
Fairy Tales

**ROMANY**

When I 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 I 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, I swear to God.* I *hated* that he knew I would do it. *Hated* that he knew the money was too damn good for me - or anyone really - to pass up. As I glared down at the flimsy piece of velvet fabric hat he called a dress, I hissed in anger. Lifting it off the bed to study it, I shook my head in disbelief. At first glance, the skirt appeared to be long, but as I inspected it closer, I 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 I 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 I was pretty sure my ta-tas wouldn't have any issues holding it up, I just knew once it stretched over my chest, it would look like second skin.

"What the fuck is planning?" I said to myself, thinking back to all of the things he said to me before lunch. "Why the fuck is he having me dress like a fucking virgin sacrifice?"

*I could outright refuse to wear it. Just take the two week penalty and say fuck him.* But something was telling me that wouldn't help matters. I was pretty sure my defiance would only make it worse. "Well I'm wearing panties, I don't care what he says. I'm not walking into that room wearing *this* - joke of a dress - unless I have a thong on at the very least. He can kiss my ass."

Frustrated, I almost didn't notice my telephone lighting up on the nightstand. I was so irritated that I didn't even check the Caller ID when I hit answer.

"Hello?"

The voice that came over 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 leave me like that? Where have you been?"

My throat closed and my mind went completely blank for a moment. I pulled the phone away from my face and stared at the name on the screen just to make certain I wasn't imagining things. *It says right there... Matthew Jensen.* When I could finally speak, I wasn't sure what I wanted to say. *Is he honestly calling me and trying to pretend that I left him? Does he think that I'm so desperate to have him back that I might actually go along with this new scenario of his? Is that truly what he thinks of me?*

The answer would be, yes. Probably. Because, isn't that who I was for him, for two years. He forced himself on me and then called it making love. Acting like he was totally oblivious to the fact that I had cried and screamed at him the entire time. Then he'd done it again, and *again* acted like it was completely consensual. He literally didn't let me leave his apartment until I was singing the same tune. Then came the 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 I was at school. He groomed me into accepting that he did all of these to me out 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 I?

I wanted to hurt him. I 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 convince me to agree with his newest fairy tales.

"Baby? Can you hear me? I asked you a question. Where the fuck are you? You need to answer me now! It's okay if you've been lying about me to get by. I forgive you. I love you. Now tell me where you are so I can come and get you and we can be together." He sighed, his breath shuddering almost nervously into the phone. "Romany are you fucken deaf? I *need* to know where you are. I want to come and pick you up. *Tell me where you are*, damn it, now!" And there it is. His stupid authoritative voice that had me jumping 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? I know it can't be me. Why are you harassing me? What the fuck makes you think that you can call me?" I laughed. "You know what that's okay - that's my fault. I should've fucking blocked you when you threw me out. My mistake. I apologize for it. So let me just tell you now, don't fucking call me *ever* again. Not ever."

I could hear that he was in a public place. The noises in the background were busy and loud. I 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? I love you goddamn it! Now tell me where you are and who you've been talking to." His voice was angry, almost a little panicked and I had to wonder why.

"First of all Professor Jensen, you don't love me, you *love* manipulating me. You *loved* controlling the way I responded to *your* abuse. Threatening to turn me in for cheating on tests that *you* gave me the answers to! Telling me to come over and then reminding me that my being at *your* place was grounds for expulsion-"

"That's not true! I never-" he tried to interrupt, but I simply continued talking over him.

"Accusing me of being too drunk to take seriously when I say no, I don't want to have sex with you! Or claiming that I was too tipsy to mean it when I was screaming for you to stop!" "I did no such thing! You-"

"As if ***anyone*** ***ever*** ***says*** ***no*** because they're *too drunk* to say yes! I 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? Tell me where you are, I'll come get 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 me *now* and I'll rip the bastard to shreds!"

"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! I can come to you my love! Stop this childish bullshit! I love you. Let me pick you up and we can go to the Dean together! Sort this whole thing out! Running away never solved anything for anyone." "Running away"" I 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. I promised to help you fix things - to talk to the Dean myself and assume responsibility for our relationship, and you ran. You didn't want me to. You abandoned me that night without a word. I've looked everywhere for you! But, I see, you've been in hiding." He sighed so unnaturally that I could almost see his pathological smile. "Why would you leave me like that, baby? Why?"