Page 45 of Unbreakable

Draco

EachdayIwatch as she sits in class, she’s a studious student but she’s working herself to death. She can barely keep her eyes open as she reads the textbook in front of her. I’m still agitated with her, contract negotiations didn’t go exactly as I wanted. She has so many secrets and she is guarding them closely. Whereas I wanted more time with her, she bartered down to where I only have two definite nights with her and they are when she’s not working, and only at my home, never hers.

Tonight she is mine, and I’m going to push her until she divulges what the fuck is going on with her. Why she hasn’t given herself to me completely. I glance at my watch to see the time ticking down to the end of class.

“Alright class, that’s a day. Just a reminder, your papers are due next class and they will account for twenty five percent of your midterm grade. So I suggest if you haven’t started working on it, to buckle down. Miss Racanelli, could I see you for a moment before you head out?”

She gives me a nod of her head as she places her books in her bookbag, then stands and heads to the front, lagging behind the rest of the class as they make their way out of the room. I stride over towards the door, closing it after the last student leaves. There isn’t another class in this room for another couple hours so I’m not expecting anyone to enter and interrupt us.

“Lil’ Witch,” I start so she knows exactly where this conversation is going. “You’re not getting enough sleep, and running yourself ragged.”

“Sir, I’m fine. I know where you’re headed with this and I’m not discussing my job. I took that item off the table when we discussed the contract. Everytime we’re alone you bring it up and I’m tired of it. Please don’t keep pushing me on this.” she says in exasperation. She doesn’t break eye contact with me as she talks, telling me without a doubt she means every word she says.

“Fine, I’ll drop it for now. But you promised one day you would tell me.” I remind her.

“Today is not the day, nor tomorrow or the next day.” she says matter of factly.

“Are you coming to my place tonight?” I ask, hoping she will say come to hers. I’m curious as to how her home looks, if she needs anything, is there enough food in her cabinets? The caring and controlling side of me wants to make sure she has everything she needs.

“Yes, six sounds good? I need to finish up this paper I’m working on. The professor made a point to tell us we need to buckle down and get it done.” I can’t help the laugh that explodes from me at her attempt at a joke.

“Pack a bag, you’ll be staying the night.” I tell her forcefully, as I reach out and tuck the hair that's fallen out of her ponytail back behind her ear.

“Yes Sir, I’ll be there with bells on. I need to get to my next class though.” she tells me as she goes to head for the door. Against my better judgment, I reach out, taking her arm in my hand and pull her back to me, taking the kiss I’ve been dying to give her.

Just as quickly, I release her, knowing this is not the place to allow this to go any further.

“See you later, Lil’ Witch, and be prompt tonight, not a minute past six.” I warn. I’ve learned she craves being punished and will push every boundary she can.

I watch her walk through the door, still unhappy but willing to be a tad more patient. Why does this woman have me so wrapped up in knots I’ll never know. My mother used to tell me as a teenager, When you meet the woman you are supposed to spend the rest of your life with, you'll know, and if this is how you’re supposed to feel then damn! But how do I go forward? I never wanted a monogamous relationship, merely having a submissive for a contract period then moving to the next, always sufficed.

Before I can get lost anymore in thought, I hear the vibration of my phone against the metal where I placed it in my desk drawer. Pulling it out, I see Albert’s name flash across the screen, quickly swiping up I answer the call, taking a seat in the uncomfortable desk chair.

“Hello Albert, what’s the pleasure of this call? I usually don’t hear from you this time of day, normally you’re sleeping off the escapades of your night.”

“Hey Drac, I have some information for you, sorry it took a little time but I had to dig a little. So the woman in question comes from a wealthy family, but there is some weird financials going on, which appears to have mysteriously been resolved a few months back right before she showed up here in Memphis. Apparently she had some issues with tuition and was withdrawn from the school, which is concerning in itself and raises a bit of a red flag. While she was in college she made outstanding grades and worked at a bar called, get this, States, where she was a cage dancer.” He tells me, and I can see the humor he’s getting in the last part by the name she chooses to go by.

“What about this club?” I respond quickly, he tends to use a bit of dramatic flair when giving me information, stringing it out slowly which annoys the hell out of me, but he is the best detective in the states so I tolerate it.

“The Hellions, yes, let’s see, they are ran by the current President, Earl Bowman, and seem to be turning to a legitimate status, prior to him his father was the President and involved in numerous shady dealings, including some trade with the Dominicans. Seems as though they recently had some drama when someone kidnapped his unknown daughter. She has been found, not in the best of shape, but there are now a string of unknown deaths which seem to be tied into it. The kidnapping itself was never reported to the authorities, so that one required a bit of ingenious digging. I will keep looking to see what more I can find. But I need to go, I have what has me up at this hour tied up and she has been such a good girl, it’s time for her reward.” He ends the call in a hurry, leaving me with silence in my ears.

Now the gears in my mind are spinning. All this time I thought she was a stripper because it was the only way she could pay her way through school, but it’s not, her family is wealthy. Although he did say something was off about that.

I promised her I would drop the questions for today, but that was before a million more were dropped into my lap. I just need to find a way that’s not blatantly obvious to get them. I drop my phone in my bag along with the papers on my desk, before placing the strap over my shoulder and exiting the classroom. Six P.M. seems too far away at this moment.

Arizona

I was exhausted from the day, so much so, when I made it home I didn’t even make it to the bedroom. Instead I dropped everything in the middle of the floor and face planted onto the couch, only taking time to pull the throw blanket over me before drifting off to sleep.

It feels like I’ve only fallen asleep when I’m woken up by the pounding on the door. Slowly rising from the couch, still groggy and not fully awake, I make my way to the door where some annoying fucker is still beating on it.

I take hold of the knob, unlocking the door and fling it wide open, screaming out my disapproval.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!!!!”

Only to halt my words when I see a visibly upset Vee standing in front of me, tears streaming down her face.

“Vee, what’s going on?” I rush out, taking her in my arms, and pull her into the apartment, closing the door behind us.

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