Talk Dirty to Me – Indebted to a Stranger Bully Read Online Marian Tee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors: Marian Tee Advertisement

Advertisement

You don't sound like it.

"I'm just overwhelmed and confused. I don't understand what this is about."

Are you sure?

Don't make any assumptions, Sheena.

I repeat the words over and over, but it's no use, and I find myself holding my breath. Is the Devil about to tell me...he likes me?

You're a smart girl.

I mean...

All of this is like a scene straight out of Pretty Woman except I'm more nerdy than, um, hooker-ish, so what else can this be but—-

I'm sure you've figured it out by now that this is your punishment.

I feel like slamming my head against the wall.

So stupid, Sheena!

He's the Devil, after all, and I should've expected that his reasons for doing these things would be something appropriately devilish.

Everything in your room now reminds you of me.

And everything you'll be wearing from here on is what I bought for you.

I know I should know better by now, and not let have anything he say affect me, but...

The Devil's words are still treacherously beguiling as ever, and my legs snap together as heat starts tingling through my body.

The picture he's painting is mesmerizingly sensual, but...

"How is that a punishment?"

It will be once people inevitably start asking you questions.

Humans, not cats, have always been the more curious of creatures.

Sooner or later, they'll want to know how this is all came about—-

"And how am I supposed to answer them then?"

You'll tell them the truth, of course.

You'll tell them that all of this, and all of you...belongs to me.

"The Devil?"

You'll tell them you belong to Sir.

#07

'Inevitably' happens as early as the next morning, and I find myself standing in front of the full-length mirror that the Devil's minions have also added to my room.

Every piece of clothing I have on, from my cotton wrap dress to my lacy pair of underwear, is something the Devil purchased, and every time my skirt flirts around my legs, I can't help but feel it's the Devil's own fingers caressing my unusually sensitive skin.

The other kids in my dorm don't even bother hiding the fact they're whispering about me as I walk past, and I'm feeling rather tired and drained by the time I join Paola at our usual table for lunch.

"You're a local celebrity now, woohoo!" She grabs her can of Pepsi and knocks it against my water bottle in a congratulatory toast.

I make a face at my friend. "Quit it."

The other girl flashes a cheeky grin. "Never."

"Paola!"

"This is the most fun I've had as your friend—-"

"Uh...did you just insult me?"

"And can I just say how much I love the new you?"

"There's nothing new about me—-"

"Says the girl whose dress is worth ten thousand bucks—-"

My eyes widen in shock. "You're kidding, right?"

"So do your shoes, in case you're wondering."

I can't believe I'm wearing stuff that's worth more money than I've ever seen in my entire life.

"Please tell me you'll stay like this forever—-"

"No." I start shoving mac & cheese inside my mouth in hopes that my friend will take the hint, but nope.

"I don't get why you're acting embarrassed about this," Paola remarks with a wrinkle of her nose. "Aren't you also the same girl who's told everyone this 'new' you—-"

"Stop calling me that," I groan.

"—-is all because of your 'sir'?"

Aaargh.

I knew we'd get to that sooner or later.

Paola looks at me slyly. "You could've called him something else if you wanted to hide his identity. But you didn't. Is it because—-"

"He's very private," I say weakly.

"Or kinky. He made you call him that, didn't he?"

I fight to keep my face expressionless, but it's no use, and Paola gasps. "Oh my God, I'm right, aren't I? Way to go, girl!"

I should've known Paola would think it's a good thing I've hooked up with someone who insists on letting everyone know I call him 'sir', and all I can do is brace myself when I see my friend eagerly leaning forward. I'm sure she's going to say something more embarrassing—-

"Have you had sex yet?"

"Oh my God, Paola."

The other girl's face lights up. "Now I get it. He's kinky, you're prudish. No wonder this guy's obsessed with you—-"

I cross and uncross my legs at the thought of the Devil being obsessed with me. "It's not like that—-"

"Oh, please." Paola rolls her eyes at me. "After everything he's given you, and with how much you've changed because of 'sir'—-how can it be anything else but that?"

When she puts it like that, I get why it seems to her that my 'sir' is obsessed with me, but will she still think the same thing if she finds out that 'Sir' is none other than the Devil himself?

It's because of my friend's research that I found out about the Devil in the first place, and since Paola's the type to have a pretty strong opinion about everything, I can only wonder what the other girl would have to say if she finds out I've made a deal with the Devil.

Advertisement