I smirked as I watched them beg.
This is what suits you, bitch!
"Please—"
"It's either you choose to peacefully leave, or I call the security on you. The choice is yours. It's your call." Sly said in that cold, indifferent voice I've gotten used to.
He allowed no emotion to show. His tone betrays nothing.
"Please—"
Sly picked up his office phone.
The females on seeing this rose from their kneeling position on the floor. They gave me a dark, scorching expression before they left.
They might have gone, but I have this conviction in me, that they will return. They are not through with their Mission. They will return.
"I—"
"Can you shut up?" Sly glared at me. "I only brought you to this office once, and you've already gotten two of my workers sacked."
"But that wasn't my fault!"
I never asked for them to be sacked, or anything like that.
"Whose fault was it Lee? Who was the one that quarrelled with them? Who was the one that poured orange juice at once, in the presence of others?"
"I'm sorry about that." I look down in embarrassment, "they were insulting me. That was why I decided to make them stop. I never expected things to escalate the way they did, but they did."
I thought a little tongue lashing Will get the job done, but they riled me up. I had to do what I did. Not only to show them, I'm quite capable of defending myself. I had to teach them not to insult anyone they see.
"I can see." He loosened his tie, "you see the reason you're better off at home. This way, you won't get to showcase your untrained life to others."
" Are—"
" I shouldn't have brought you out. It would have been better had I left you at home." He said in an unconcerned tone.
He wasn't concerned about the fact he was talking about me like I don't matter. He's making it sound as if my feelings are nothing but rubbish.
"But it's not my fault, Sly. I made two friends down there. But that was until those bitch—"
" Mind your language!" He growled at me," You're not permitted to make use of cuss words. Not in my presence, and certainly not in my absence."
" I'm sorry." I look down in guilt. " I shouldn't have said those words. I apologize."
" You should."
I stood there, with my head lowered and tears welling my eyes, as I thought about the possibility of Sly withdrawing me from the School all because I couldn't control my emotions.
Knowing Sly, he's likely going to do just that. And the downside to all this is the fact I can't say anything.
I'm under his charge. He's controlling my life.
After all, I was sold to him, for an outrageous sum of money. In some ways, I'm his property.
"I'm sorry." I knelt on the floor, "please don't withdraw me from the university. I promise to be a good boy. I can do whatever you want from me, but please, don't withdraw me from the university."
" Whatever I want?" He scoffed at that," and here, I thought you're not like your stepmother. But you've proven me wrong. You're willing to give your body over to me in exchange."
If you put it into words. I might have meant those words when I said anything you want. I don't think of those words. After all, he's my husband. He is entitled to have a sexual relationship with me.
It's one of the reasons why he got married to me, right?
"I can't believe such a shameless person exists in this world." He gave me a look, one that seems to translate into what he sees in me; the dirtiest scum — and that right there, is staying something—
I felt the tears well in my eyes, but I sniffed through them. I won't allow him to see my tears. No way will I give the satisfaction of knowing how much his words hurt me?
I won't give him the weapon to destroy me. All I did was kneel on the floor, watching him as he ranted on about how much I disgusted him.
"I regret getting married to you."
Those words shattered my inner being. It made me feel worthless. I felt useless.
He regrets getting married to me.
I don't doubt his words. After all, who will love to get married to me?
No one in this world, I tell you.
I guess my school stuff will be withdrawn, and I'll return to the house empty. I'll return with nothing to prove I succeeded.
Very soon, I'll forget all about today. It'll be a memory to me as I sit on the balcony in my seventies, thinking about my actions of years ago.
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The ride back to the mansion was one done in silence. None of us said any words. Neither did he try to initiate a conversation with me.
The silence between us was so thick, you can cut a knife through it should you care to have it cut.
He drove into the compound, killed the engine, and turned to me.
"Good night. I'll retire early." I remove the seat belt and opened the door.
"You were asked to come for an interview on Monday."
"What?" I turn to him in surprise.
" The school called. You're to have an interview on Monday."
I stood there, dumbstruck, and unable to process words. I opened my mouth and closed it as I thought about his words.
It seems my brain has gone on a vacation of some sort.
That's the only explanation of why I'm acting like a dumb person.
"So fast?" Those were the words I could manage to say.
"Weren't you expecting to pass?" He snapped, "if you don't want the admission, I can ask them to withdraw it, and give it to a person who deserves it."
" No, you can't do that!" I hurried shouted.