"Francesca...." Sandra said out in a slow motion, feeling the name on her tongue.
"You work for Anthony?" She questioned, scanning the lady's outlook. She did not seem like a worker. She looked like her own fucking boss. Her hair was spun in a bun, with two curly strands in front. Her nails were perfectly trimmed and painted. She was wearing a three piece suit, while Sandra was dressed in white. Plain white. The bitch looked like the fucking boss, while she looked like the assistant.
"As a matter of fact, I do. I am his personal assistant."
Great! Anthony's assistant just had to be the hottest person on the planet. It made her head spin.
Who would see that beauty and not want to shove his dick in her ass?
"Can we leave now?" She asked, pulling Sandra out from her trance.
Her smile was intoxicating. Her accent screamed elegance, and Sandra could not help but feel stupid, naive, and unworthy.
"Let us leave." She finally managed to reply.
A guard pulled the door open and they both stepped in.
Sandra watched as she brought out her phone. They were using exactly same phone! She brought out hers. She hadn't laid a finger on it since it was given to her.
She booted it.
As soon as it was ready, she flicked through the apps running on her phone. Everything she needed seemed to be installed.
Her fingers quickly ran to the phone call app.
She dialed her mother's number, and placed the phone on her ears.
"Mummy?" She spoke into the phone.
"Sandra!" Her mother replied in ecstasy.
She released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.
"Where have you been? How have you been? You've been unreachable. I've been trying to get to you. I went to the house and found it empty!"
" Calm down, mum." She soothed with a chuckle.
"I'm just so glad to hear from you. We thought you were dead. "
" I'm okay. I'm actually fine. How are the girls?"
"They're good. We're all good. Mr Maven visited today."
Sandra felt her heartbeat accelerate at that statement.
"why?"
"Nothing serious. He came to inform us of the wedding,and equally drop off a few things."
" A few things like?"
"I was running low on drugs,so he got them for me. He sent some outfits for the wedding,along with the invitation card. I was told you'd be picking out your dress today. Why wasn't I invited?"
"It's a long story,mom. You know I don't want this." She complained.
"I know,but he's not such a horrible person. He's paying the bills,clearing our debts,getting my drugs and-"
"- it's enough mom." She interrupted. "I get that you're becoming tender on him because he's taking responsibilities off your back. I'm pleased to see that you would sell my happiness in exchange of drugs and whatever. I don't even know what's worse. Getting married to a monster,or the fact that my own mother sold my happiness."
"oh,honey! I didn't mean it that-"
"-bye"
With that,she ended the call. The tears she had successfully pushed behind found their way to her eyes.
"Ma'am..." Francesca called out.
Sandra turned to her. The pretty bitch held a look of compassion on her face.
"Is everything okay?"
"I am fine." She replied,wiping with the back of her hand,a tear.
Francesca sighed.
"Do you even want this marriage?"
She did not respond.
Francesca placed her tab by her side,and drew closer to Sandra. Her hands wrapped themselves around sandra,causing her to dig her face into the woman's chest.
"I don't want this. I don't fucking want this! I don't love him! I don't want him! He's horrible! And mean! And inhuman!" Sandra found herself screaming into the woman's chest. She didn't care if she would be reported back to their "master". She just wanted to return to her normal life. Sure,it wasn't perfect,but it was good. It was better than what she was going through now.
It seemed like the steering wheel of her life had been snatched from her. She wanted to be in control. She wanted to live her life. She did not like the confinement of Anthony's house. She needed to be free!
"Shh..." Francesca patted her back. "It's alright."
A long silence followed.
After what seemed like forever in the silence of the car,it came to a halt.
"Ms Sandra,Ms Francesca,we have arrived."
"do not place the boss's wife and I in same category. You work for her and not me. Address her properly." Francesca warned.
" My apologies. Ms Sandra,we have arrived at our destination."
"it's okay. Thank you." Sandra said out with a smile. The door opened up and they both stepped down.
"Nice..." came Sandra's voice as she stared at the enormous building. Right in the heart of the city,laid the biggest fashion block she had ever set her eyes on.
"Let's see those dresses." Sandra promoted moving forward. She turned around in confusion as she noticed she lead the way.
"Why are you behind?"
"You're the boss." Francesca replied,flashing her ever bright smile at her.
"But I don't know the directions." She whined. "Please lead the way."
Francesca's smile faltered as she stepped forward and elegantly walked into the building. Sandra watched as cameras flashed at them,focusing their attention on Francesca. Who wouldn't? She looked like a god-damned angel.
A doorman opened the door for them as he led them towards the top floor.
In no time,they had arrived.
Sandra's eyes dimmed as her eyes met that of her fiance. He was sitting elegantly on a cushion speaking to what seemed like a sales rep.
"You're here." He said smiling at her.
Why was he smiling at her? He had tried to kill her the previous night.
"I am." She found herself replying.
"Come."
She walked to him. His large hands grabbed her waist as he fell her onto his thighs. She sank within him. He guided her arm over his shoulder.
She froze in shock.
Her uneasiness grew as he took a great sniff of her.
"You smell like roses. My favorite." He fawned over her.
Awws and smiles of admiration filled the room. If only they knew.
" Have you had anything today? Your stomach feels a bit tight."
Sandra stared at him in utter confusion. Was he drunk,high,or had he mistaken her for someone else?
She raised a palm to feel his temperature,but he caught it and kissed it.
"The cameras are watching." He mouthed into her palms.
She straightened her back.
"I barely had anything this morning..." She said as her fingers ran through his hair.
"why?" He asked, drawing lines on her arm.
"I didn't want to keep you waiting. Plus,the excitement for the preparations got the best of me."
His lips mashed with her cheeks. She gasped in shock.
"it's time for the dress fitting. I have chosen the perfect dress for you. I'm sure you'll love it."
Sandra internally frowned at his statement. It was her wedding. She should get to choose her own wedding dress. She smiled neither the less at him.
"I can't wait to check it out."
With that,she jumped off his thighs and was led into the dressing room by the workers.
The first dress was too tight,the second made her feel like an oldie,but the third fitted like a glove.
"I love this." She said twirling in her dress.
Anthony stepped behind her,and wrapped his arms around her.
"It looks perfect on you."
She giggled at his remark. A camera flashed.
"I look like a princess!"
"You are a fucking princess." He said nuzzling at her shoulders. She smiled at the mirror,wishing her mother or at least Tanya had come.
The fitting didn't feel complete without them.
"Princess?" He called out to her.
"Can we go out for lunch?"
She beamed at him. Another camera flashed.
"Sure," she replied as she placed her hand on his face.
The show must go on.
"Fuck! fuck! fuck! fuck! Fuck it!!!" Francesca screamed as she tossed the wine glass in her hand. Her right hand grabbed the cigarette in her hand with extreme force. "Fuck!" She cursed one more time, tossing the wine bottle across the room. The workers scattered in fear. Beads of sweat had built themselves on her forehead. Her palm wiped across her face as she pushed the smeared, wet hair backwards. She needed a drink. Then another drink. Then another. And the a smoke. She snapped her fingers. A cleaner walked forward. "I need a drink." She said, tapping the table as she rose to her feet. As she turned, she realized the cleaner had shrunk in fear and confusion. "What the fuck are you staring at?!" She roared at him. His Adam apple bulbed as he gulped down the saliva in his throat. "Get me a fucking drink!" "Which one?" The young man stammered. Her eyes narrowed at him in frustration. "Anything that takes pain away..." She groane
Yes! She wanted to scream yes. She wanted to feel his hands within her, around her. She wanted him on her. Her eyes squeezed as she imagined him on her. His large hands pinning her to the bed as he grinded her. Sweat trickling down his perfectly chiseled jaw as he moaned her name. His pink lips kissing her,right before his tongue made magic. His tongue.... She was sure it was beautiful. She knew it would work magic. The sudden urge to see his tongue rose up in her throat. She wanted him to tie her in cuffs,spread her legs and made creampie burst within her. Her teeth gritted each other as the imaginations flooded her. "No..." she ground out, biting her words. Her ears tingled as she heard a light chuckle. Her eyes slowly pulled themselves open as she turned to view his face. His full, pink lips pressed each other as his jaw clamped shut. Hadn't he smiled a second before? Sandra found herself tugging at her trousers in disgrace. The rest of the ride home was expec
D-Day. It was finally the day. The day she would become a Mrs. The day her surname would change. The day her life would change.She had anticipated that change for years,creating random images of what her groom would look like,what he would say and how he would act. She had expected a dream come through,and not the nightmare she was living. She had always wanted a wedding. The topic wasn't new to her and her mother. They both wanted an extravagant wedding for her. How silly it felt that most of their desires and aspirations would come through, but yet it felt like the most horrible day of her life. "You need to arc your back, Ms Sandra." The dresser stated as she pulled the corset tighter. Sandra felt her insides crumble. Tears stung at the edges of her eyes. Her palm quickly wiped the edge of her face. She wasn't sure what was causing the tears. She guessed some of the pain could be attributed to the corset,but she was sure a great deal of the pain came from her insides
Francesca's heels clinked on the floors as she searched through the halls. The guards would not let her pass through the female wing, stating that she had to be there. "Get the fuck outta my way." She growled at the extravagantly large man. "No can do." He replied, folding his arms. His muscles popped as a result of that action. She groaned in confusion. She needed to speak to Anthony and she needed to do it quickly. Francesca had gone to the wine bar for a drink,and when she had gotten back,she couldn't find the bride. "Fuck you!" She spat at the guard,turning around. Where the heck could the girl have gone to? Did she not listen to every word that was said to her? She pulled the wristwatch to her face. It was an hour left for the party to begin. Where could she start searching? She could not let Sandra escape this marriage. If she did, her entire plan would be made a ruin. She turned around, proceeding to head to the bedroom. Somethi
Sandra remained frozen in her seat as she watched Troy's body hardened. What had she done? Her shoulders slumped as she reminisced her actions and their consequences. Anthony placed the gun on her thigh. She took one glance at it, and shrugged. She would never touch that beast. She watched as Anthony proceeded to the seat across her. He sat directly behind Troy's carcass. "Dump him in the freezer." He ordered. Three men walked up, and pulled his body away. Sandra felt her insides churn in discomfort. She needed to throw up. "The first bullet was for thinking you could run off." " The second was for choosing him over me." He picked up a water bottle. "I consider it a great disrespect. One I would not tolerate. " He said, corking the bottle open. Sandra watched as he downed he entire bottle at a go. His adam apple bulbed as the water slid down his throat. "Why me?" She whispered into the room. He dropped the bottle. "Why
".... And it has been confirmed that the couple were not victims of the disheartening incident. Although their locations are still unconfirmed, we have reasons to believe that they're safe and-" The voice cut short as a hand turned off the TV. Francesca stood at the far edge of the room, scanning the entire environment. No one knew what to expect as she had failed drastically. "You had one job." He said,placing the remote on the table. Her lips parted to speak, but he raised a finger, prohibiting her. "You had just one fucking job." He repeated. "I had a minor issue." She explained. "A minor issue ruined our plans?" "a minor issue?! "He thundered, slamming the desk. "do you know what it cost me to get his house infiltrated? He was already there. His bride was present. All you had to do was ensure that they were in the house. How hard could it be? " She raised her chin in defiance. She would not let the man talk down on her.
It was a beautiful morning,the sun was out trying to reduce the chilliness of the weather. Sandra's his and was busy with the frying pan,preparing breakfast. The man took his cooking too serious. Blue was yet to rise. Thank God. She had a request climbing up her throat,but she couldn't think of a way to spit it out. "Here's your sandwich." Anthony said, handing over the plate to her. She jerked back to reality. Gripping it carefully,she avoided the feel of his fingers. It had been two days since they had escaped death's door. That night, Anthony had cuddled her up for almost an hour, and while she had felt it was the most peaceful thing ever, she knew she needed space and time from him. He was too hot. He made everything too hot. His aura was cold, but everything else caused a temperature increase. Her teeth dug into the bread. She was starving,and she needed food. Good food. Her eyes slid shut as she savoured the taste of the food. Anthony was a good cook. Too good. H
"How do you plan on getting the money from him?" Sandra rolled her eyes. Trust Tanya to always be cautious."Do you want to seduce him?" She waved his card in the air. "you stole his card?! Are you crazy?" She yelled hysterically. The entire cafe turned towards them. Tanya felt herself squeeze in her seat as she noticed Sandra's bodyguard glare at them. His gaze quickly returned to the book in his hand. "The art of anger management"read the title of the book. It was no surprise he had anger management issues. When everyone's gaze had faded,Sandra finally spoke up. "I did not steal his card. I wouldn't dare." "he gave it to you?" "yes.""and he told me to spend as much as I wish. Girl, I could empty his account if I wished." "I'm sure he didn't mean it that way.." "Who cares? He said to spend, and have fun. Trust me, he has way more than five hundred grand." "That's quite true.." Tanya considered as she sucked on her lower lip. "very true"