Under Control: A Fake Marriage Mafia Romance

The depths of my apparent insanity only become clear to me the next day when I’m on shift.

I keep thinking about him.

Valentin coming into Merrick’s studio. Valentin taking off his clothes.

Valentin’s fingers in my mouth as he fucks me into by far the best orgasm of my puny existence.

Valentin’s lazy, beautiful body sprawled on the floor, and the way he watched me with such confidence.

Like in his mind, there was no possibility that I might not do what he wants.

Which actually makes me even more determined to tell him to fuck off.

Midway through my shift, I shoot Merrick a text.

Karine: You’re an asshole, by the way. Don’t talk to me again.

Merrick: Oh, come on, darling, you would’ve done the same in my position.

Karine: I wouldn’t have. I thought we were friends.

Merrick: We are! But I’m also friends with Valentin, and he pays much better than you do. Please, don’t be angry with me. Honestly, from what he told me, it seems you two had a productive conversation.

I stare at the phone, mouth gaping. Did Valentin actually tell Merrick about the sex? But no, he wouldn’t do that.

Karine: Just don’t come around for a while, okay? I’m pretty pissed.

Merrick: All right, darling, I’ll respect that, but don’t stay angry for long.

It isn’t Merrick’s fault I ended up banging Valentin on his studio floor, but I still blame him anyway. He set me up, and that’s a pretty huge violation of our trust. Merrick knew damn well I was sitting up there in nothing but a silk robe, and maybe he didn’t realize I’d have it basically hanging open and sunning myself, but still. He knew, and he sent a hungry lion up to feast on me.

It was a nice feast. But still, screw him.

It’s a slow night at Stove and Smoke. I have a lot of time to stew. I took Plan B earlier, which should handle any potential unwanted pregnancies, and I wonder if Valentin’s the kind of guy that goes around having random unprotected sex with strangers.

I should probably ask him about that. But that would involve having a conversation.

God, what a stupid mess. I’m really kicking myself as I pour drinks and I just barely get through the night.

I head home after closing, around two-thirty in the morning, and take a long, hot shower. Midway through, I start thinking about Valentin, which leads me to thinking about his hands on my body, his mouth on my pussy, the way he wanted me to say no.

And yeah, I touch myself.

I’m not proud of it, but here we are.

When I’m finished, I head into my room. It’s nearly three by now. I count out my tips, yawning, and realize I have just enough to pay the electricity bill. We’re already overdue but I’m pretty sure they’re going to shut us down in a few days, so I decide to log in before going to sleep.

I stare at the account balance, but it doesn’t make sense.

We’re overpaid by five thousand dollars.

This has to be some error. But when I click into the payments tab, it looks like there’s a credit card on file I’ve never seen before.

I’m about to panic, afraid Mom’s opening new lines again, when I notice the name attached to the card.

Valentin Zaitsev.

No, this can’t be happening. This can’t be right.

But it’s real.

Valentin logged into my account, added his card, and put down a massive payment on file, basically covering our bill for the foreseeable future.

Relief hits me so hard it’s physical. I curl up and have to fight back a sob. I haven’t been able to explain to anyone how bad this debt stuff has been, but it’s like every day I wake up expecting my life to be over.

There’s a knife to my throat every waking hour.

And now, one tiny bit of that stress has been completely taken away.

It’s a shock to the system. I’m so mad at him for doing something like this, but I can’t help myself. The sheer release I feel knowing that no matter what happens, at least we’ll have electricity for a while is like I was buried under the earth and someone just dug a hole and let me out. I’m lighter; I’m freer.

It takes a little while to come back to myself.

And when I do, anger takes over.

Because I know what this is. Valentin wants me to marry him for whatever crazy reason, and if fucking me isn’t enough, now he’s going to throw money at me.

He thinks he can buy me.

But the thing is, I grew up in a house that treated me like I had no value beyond my potential childbearing hips.

Mom and Dad were traditional people. While my older brother was doted on, given everything, encouraged to go to college, I was told that I could graduate high school, but beyond that, I was expected to find and marry a nice Armenian boy.

That was the extent of my future.

Marriage and grandchildren for them.

Meanwhile, my brother, Luka, got into Villanova on a full scholarship. He worked hard and got into Penn’s medical school. My parents couldn’t have been prouder of him. All I ever heard was how smart Luka is, how he works twice as hard as all the other boys, how he’s going to be a doctor one day and isn’t that amazing?

I’m the one that stayed home and took care of Dad when he was sick. I’m the one that gave up my life for Mom.

I’m the one that’s in a deep financial hole for them.

Not Luka. No, not precious Luka. They couldn’t possibly ruin his credit and saddle him with debt.

He’ll be a doctor one day!

Bitterness wells up in me. Valentin’s treating me the same way my parents did. Like my value’s all wrapped up in whether I can marry a man or not.

But I am not for sale.

I don’t care how many times he gives me the best sex of my life.

I grab his business card from my dresser. I buried it under my socks, thinking that I couldn’t get rid of it but I also couldn’t keep it around, either.

He answers his phone on the second ring, which is a shock. I planned on leaving him a very violent, very aggressive message, but hearing his voice takes the edge off my rage.

“Hello, malishka,” he says, practically purring. “I’ve been thinking about you constantly.”

“Why did you pay my electric bill?” I snap, refusing to be distracted.

“I thought you would be happy about that.”

“I’m not. I didn’t give you permission to access my account. How’d you even do that?”

“I have people who can handle such things.”

I let out an angry, exasperated laugh. “You have hackers on the payroll?”

“Two, actually. Both are very gifted.”

“Leave me alone, Valentin. I thought I made myself clear.”

“And I thought I made myself clear. We aren’t finished. Not remotely.”

I rub the knot of muscles between my eyes. “I’m happy you paid our bill. Okay, I can admit it. That’s one less thing to worry about. But I don’t want anything else from you. We’re not going to get married. You’re not going to get what you want.”

“Come see me. We’ll discuss this in person.”

“Once again, you don’t seem to be listening.”

“I hear you. Come see me.”

“No, Valentin.” I close my eyes, annoyed with myself. “And again, I really mean that.”

“You’ve been thinking about our game. Should we play again? Come to my house. I’ll chase you through the halls, catch you, pin you down, and fuck you like a monster. I’ll make you come on my dick and lick yourself off my shaft when I’m done with you.”

Oh, god damn it.

That’s not supposed to turn me on. I’m mad at this asshole right now.

Except, yeah, it’s like he just threw a dart right at my core.

And now I’m glowing.

“Leave me alone,” I say and my voice comes out all husky. He knows I’m full of shit.

“Come see me.”

“Fuck off.”

I hang up the phone.

And stare at it for a couple of minutes, expecting it to ring or buzz with a message.

Nothing happens. All quiet.

I should be relieved. I don’t want anything else to do with this man.

He’s much worse than I realized—I mean, what kind of person has computer hackers on his payroll?

The same kind of person that pulls a gun on strange girls.

The same kind of person that fucks those same strange girls and likes hearing the word no.

A very, very bad person.

I should be happy that the phone stays dead and black.

So why do I have this strange knot of disappointment in my guts?