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“Sade,” Micah stops him. When we look at him again, his eyes are sharp with determination. “Next, we take Romano down. No more waiting.”
Sade nods slowly, holding his brother’s gaze with a promise.
“No more waiting.”
We emerge back into the hallway, and it feels like I can breathe again. The scene inside that closet was satisfactory to say the least, but I didn’t realize the tension it brought with it.
“And how exactly are we going to get Romano to–”
“Leave that to me, pretty poet. You just lean back and enjoy the show. The question is–” he slows down, as if he reached a subject that’s been on his mind for quite some time. “Will your dad accept me?”
I smile. “I never asked myself that question.”
He takes a deep breath and, if I didn’t know better, I’d say that the idea makes him nervous. “I suppose I’m gonna have to talk to him. Tomorrow.”
“Maybe give him a couple of days, let me prepare the ground.”
“We’re gonna have to clear up the situation soon if we want to move in together.”
I raise my eyebrows. “You want to move in together?”
“If I had my way, we’d be getting married tomorrow, Justine.”
He smiles when I stare at him in disbelief.
“Maybe we wait for a little while, do the girlfriend and boyfriend thing.”
“If it makes you happy. But not for too long.”
“Just to smooth the transition,” I appease him.
“What’s going to smooth it is you understanding there’s no way around it.” He mien turns graver. “It seems you still don’t understand the lengths I would go to for you, pretty poet. Let me show you.”
Soon after, he’s driving me in front of the university. Slowly, so I can get a full view of the scene projected on its front.
I stop breathing, my hands gripping the seatbelt. It’s a video of us that night in the garden. But it doesn’t show him roughing up my pussy with his punisher cock, or even holding my mouth open for the world to see his cum dripping out of it. It’s him licking my pussy as I’m backed against that gate. His dark head is blocking the sight of my intimate parts, even though my legs are open wide with my knees up, stockings covering them to the middle of my thighs.
“That’s me giving you head, Justine,” He says in my ear, his blood-encrusted hand resting on the steering wheel. “So the world understands you are the queen of my heart. That they are to respect you and bow to you if they don’t want my wrath unleashed on them.”
“Sade, I–” I don’t know what to say. I’m overwhelmed, staring dumbfounded at those beautiful lights. My head is leaned back, my mouth open as I moan with my fingers knotted in his hair. Rubbing my pussy against his face, coming all over his perfect jaw.
“Next person who’s gonna be sorry for ever hurting you is your mother,” he says in my ear. “I found her in Hollywood. All the surgeries she’s had didn’t help much with her career, but she did end up marrying a second-rate producer who keeps her comfortable. I suggest we invite them to our wedding. Pretty sure her producer husband won’t miss the chance to network with my kind.”
“No,” I whisper. “He won’t.” I would ask him to show me a picture of her, but I can’t take my eyes off the show displayed all over the university walls. So this is what all of my peers have seen.
“Let’s go home, pretty poet. I’m gonna have to prepare a whole speech for your father, and the night isn’t young anymore.”
***
Justine
THE LOCKER SLAMS SHUT, and a firm hand spins me around. Next thing I know, my back is slammed against the locker. I’m caged between it and Sade’s dominant body, his mouth claiming mine in an overriding kiss. He never fails to take my breath away, and I don’t even try to resist him. My heart has dropped all defenses ever since his heartfelt talk with Dad last week.
It’s safe to say that Dad was positively shocked. He still hasn’t gotten entirely over it, still shaking his head as if wondering what universe this is whenever he catches Sade and me making out in the rose garden. Sade always straightens up and apologizes like a princely golden boy, and Dad falls for it every time. Last night, he even told me with tears in his eyes that he’s grateful to God and back that I get to live this fairy tale.
Of course, he has no idea how dark this fairy tale was before the happy end. That the handsome prince's face is just one side of a coin. That the other side is a masked man who beats other men to a pulp until his fists are covered in blood. But he’s happy in his little bubble, and I’m happy in reality, so everybody wins.
The only problem left is Mrs. Jones and the other members of staff, once my friends, who have started to tip-toe around me. Even more so since I moved into Sade’s bedroom. I keep trying to make it clear that I’m the same good ole Justine, but they won’t stop calling me, ‘young mistress’.
