Watch Your Profanity Novels & Stories

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he asked. “Rule number four, there’s always an exception! Look! I can’t believe that we are going to spent a fair amount of time in here, everyday! For almost five fuck–” “Watch your language!” he put his index finger on my lips, breaking down my sentence. I scratched my head unconsciously. I was ashamed of what I just did. I almost curse, and that was all the way in my manual’s rule number ten... Never to speak any foul words. “Sorry... I whispered shyly.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, baby. I don’t feel the need to curse.” She’d put up a rule that he had to watch his language around Teagan after the two-and-a-half-year-old ripped out an expletive in the middle of the grocery store about a month back. And since potty-mouth was Ten’s native language, he was probably itching to drop a couple f-bombs right about now.

“Stop.” “No, seriously.” I wiped my eyes. “In my city? That shit’s straight-up prohibited. Like, banned. You watch that, you get fined. Or worse. Elders think it ‘encourages bad behavior.’ So yeah, I’ve never actually seen it. Never had time anyway…. too busy cramming protocols and dodging my roommates.” He stared at me for a long second. Something shifted in his expression. Not disgust this time. Curiosity, maybe. Or pity. “You’ve never…?”

I typed: Are you on campus right now? Deleted it. Then: Which building are you in? Deleted that too. If I asked, he would ask me back. If he really was nearby, one careless answer could expose me. Another message appeared. Baby, you’re scaring me. Did I do something wrong? I forced myself to reply. Sorry. I was fixing a paragraph. The hair clip is still pretty. You did well. He answered almost instantly. So I get praise? I rubbed my forehead.

“Yep. And guess what? That means you’re about to be out of a job. My father doesn’t tolerate incompetence, and you’ve been a prime example.” Jenna’s lips curled into a sneer. “You’re nothing, Elara. Just a washed-up professor who couldn’t even keep her man. You should’ve known better than to stick around.” I felt the sting of their insults like physical blows, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and anger. I glanced around, noticing that other students and faculty were beginning to gather, their curious eyes fixed on the unfolding drama. “Seriously?” I choked out, trying to keep my voice steady despite the humiliation. “This is how you want to do this?”

He holds the phone out. “Your choice.” I stare at the screen. “What do you want me to do?” “Delete it. Or keep it. Burn it. Watch it every night. Whatever you need to close the door on that night.” I take the phone. My thumb hovers over the delete icon. Then I press play again. Watch myself, kneeling, lunging, shielding Eze. Watch Damian storm in. Watch the moment he saw me alive. I watch it twice. Then I delete it.

SHAMELESS PDA! Will_the_devil I DIDN'T NEED TO SEE THAT I_pooped OH, PLEASE, YOU JUST JEALOUS OF THEIR LOVE. Will_the_devil YOU GUYS ARE IMPOSSEIBLE. I AM OUT TOO. BYE. I_pooped TSK, TSK. WE DON'T SAY BYE HERE. Will_the_devil OH, REALLY?! I_pooped MHM. DON'T DO THAT AGAIN. Will_the_devil WATCH ME. BYE. BYE. BYE.

He slapped me hard and I winced in pain. Again everything started becoming blurry. Last I heard 'Shit' and some profanities after which everything blacked out.. ****Please vote,comment and share****

I stammered. "Then pick one. Now." I stared at him. "What?" "A safe word, Maya. One word that means stop everything immediately. Because we are past the point of no meaning no. Last night proved that. You said no and stop at least a dozen times, but you did not mean it. Did you?" My face burned, he was right, i had protested but hadn't wanted him to actually stop. "so pick a word," he continued. "Something you would never say during sex. If you say that word, i stop. Immediately. No questions asked."