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My phone chirps and I look to it as it lights up, as Professor Edwards drones on about behavior patterns, I click on the email notification from Ann Jameson and d******d the attachment. My brows go up, I see Mr. Quinn is quite busy, and now so am I. He has to make an appearance in over twenty plus events and I scan the dates, that was only for the next five months. Great. I see that there’s an event for Friday, I do a mental calculation, that’s in for days. The words black tie affair is written in parentheses. I’m still thumbing through the calendar deliberate if I have to show up for these events when a text pops in from an unknown number. I click on it with a frown I read the text out loud, “How’s your day looking? Mine sucks” I debate leaving it but before I know it my fingers are thumbing out a reply. Me: Who is this?” My heart jumps as I read the text that follows almost immediately. “Your husband” When professor Edwards turns to the board I type back. Me: Ian?
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“I’ll drop you off today” Ian says the next morning in the driveway. He motions at the back seat of the black Bentley holding the door open for me. A pang hits my chest at the suggestion, I shake my head, my eyes gunning for the black Ferrari is parked at the curb where I left it last night. He tilted his head to the side, “I thought we agreed to economize from now on” But I hurry to the other vehicle before he can rope me into an argument he would no doubt win, giving him and the Bentley a wide breath, shaking my head. “No Ian, just no” I’d rather drive myself thank you very much. I pop the handle and it stays shot, I stomp my feet, the car is locked and the key is nowhere in sight. Guess he’s taken it away, I just knew it’d come to this damn it. Using his car was another way of controlling me. I turn around heading back to the house “Guess I’m not going today” I could use some studying anyway. And some sleep. I glared at him as I walked past, what a dick. A hand wraps ar
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The door opens drawing my attention and I looked up, ah, well if it isn’t the adulteress. I do a mental face palm at the word, I can’t believe I just called someone that even in my head, it’s… mean and unlike me. Fuck. And I can’t believe I just used the f-word. What is wrong with me? I never judged people based on their life choices, I don’t know what they’ve been through. And judging was just wrong period. “I didn’t realize you had return” she smiled politely, a dimple popping in her cheek, her hair is in a bun with soft curls framing her face. Pretty. And why the hell was I scrutinizing her looks? Damn it. I cursed then winced. I’m just a bag of curse words today aren’t I? She’s holding what looks to be a basket of freshly laundered clothes. “I can come back later if you want” Biting my tongue as I don’t trust myself not to say something mean, I wave at her to go ahead. I want to act clueless but I know where my sudden dislike for her stems from. I dislike any form of ad
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Last night, after Ian left, I pushed my books away needing a moment to breathe. For what reason would he demand I have his ring at all time. How obnoxious and controlling and- Damn it. I understand having it on for public events and so on but even in school and at home? Why? I didn’t want to, it would be a constant reminder and I already have enough as it is. He took my home, and my Beatle and- It’s like he’s bulldoze into my life and trying to make me do things his way. A surge of emotion stirs in my stupid chest spreading a bitter taste across my tongue. I was… hurt. From this texts and then talking to his on the phone, a part of me began to see him as human. He knew emojis for goodness sake. I’d begun to humanize him. I thought we were beginning to find common ground. And maybe he wasn’t all that bad. What the hell was I expecting? He canceled my dorm application just to keep me under his thumb and here I was humanizing him. Stupid, freaking stupid. Well thanks to him fo
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There’s a man sitting leg crossed on the love seat by the far wall. “Good evening kitten” his fingers steeped in front of him.“What the hell?!” I snapped, one hand to my chest to calm my beating heart. “Don’t stop on my account” he flicked his index finger at me.I push the straps of my dress back into place. “You scared the crap out of me!” “That was not my intention” his voice is smooth as velvet, it sent a shiver down my spine.I swallowed hard, “What are you doing here?” “Waiting for you, obviously” He could have waited somewhere else. I almost-I almost undressed right here with him in the room if I haven’t thought to turn around. Heat spreads across my limbs, I didn’t even want to imagine. Exhaling, I crossed my hands at my chest trying to get my head on straight, I look at him, he’s not moved an inch since our exchange, it’s likely why I didn’t see him. It felt weird for him to be in my room, the last time was my first night here and I was dead tired to process anything,
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“I’m bored” “Hm?” I looked at my friend who has her arms stretched over her head arching her spine and leaning to the left and the right, she yawns loudly, then again, we’ve been at this for over three hours. She had taken one look at my left hand this morning and arched a brow, I had rolled my eyes and responded to her silent question “Please, say nothing” Yes, I caved in a slipped on the rings before leaving my room this morning after deciding that getting in another confrontation with Ian wasn’t worth it. And I didn’t want to think of what he might do if I kept going against him, yes, I know, I’m such a coward. I’ve accepted it and I was moving on. But I’ve already sacrificed so much, what’s one more thing? It’s just a piece of jewelry. Yikes. I still haven’t spoken to dad, I received an update from his nurse: He is comfortable, sleeping a lot. The text had said. My fingers hovered on the call button this morning, it’s the longest we’ve gone without speaking since he was d
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God help me. Ms. Pat is already running up and down by the time I pulled into the driveway she quickly ushered me into my room and the bathroom where a bath is awaiting smelling of vanilla and roses flaring over it. From my peripheral I see a dress laid out on the bed. It looks like blood was spilled on my bed, that's how red the material was. "In you go" she shooed at the bathroom and I went without any complains as I needed to wash off the sweat of the day. I spend the next thirty minutes soaking with my hair in a bun. Texting back and forth with Hannah, apparently, she didn’t want to be left out of any part of the evening. I even sent her a picture of the bath I was in, crossing my legs to get a shot, a rose petal hanging on my skin, I frown at the picture zooming in to see if my foot looked weird shrugging, I click send deciding she’ll manage it like that. I place my phone on the edge and close my eyes then jerked upright. “What!” I quickly snatch my phone and clicked on the l
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In the car, my hand goes to my neck once more and I take a look using my phone front camera, I wondered if this was going to become a thing, him buying me jewelry and placing it on me whenever we have to make an appearance. He does seem to have a good taste. Expensive too. “Anything I need to know about the party?” “It’s a fundraiser for charity where New York elite prefer to wine and dine before issuing the cheeks, palms are greased, deals are made, you know how it goes” “Charity? I didn’t know you did that” He chuckles. “There’s lots of things you don’t know about me kitten” Well that bit is true, and the thought did come to me earlier today, I’m debating asking him questions but the vehicle pulls to a stop. A valet opens the door and Ian steps out first leaning down to offer me his hand, this is it, our first appearance as a couple. I clasp his fingers, placing my foot on the pavement. “Smile, kitten” he says and the cameras begin to flash. Right, I’d forgotten the media cov
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