"Laaanaaaa, he proposeeeed!" Ellen exclaimed, half screaming, over the phone. I took a second to process the news.

"Oh my goodness Ellen, that's great, congratulations!" I excitedly replied, truly happy tor my friend.

"We are coming today to announce the news to his mother. Why don't you come for a lunch?" She suggested and I swallowed, remembering of the big portion of food Ms Heilig made me eat during one of her previous lunches.

Realising that it's already afternoon, I got dressed. Ellen and Valentin will pick me up before going over to his mother's. The news really cheered me since lately everything seems to be going downhill.

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Ms Heilig, usually never speaking, couldn't shut her mouth and kept rambling about the new girl working with her at the library. Even though my opinion of Ms Heilig is now a positive one, I empathise with the girl on a spiritual level.

The news about her son's engagement made her happy but not excited. Nothing really excites her. That is why she keeps talking about the library girl instead of asking them about their future plans. I can't say that she dislikes Ellen, but she doesn't love her either. I don't think she really cares as long as her son is happy. Perhaps by time she will be a little less indifferent towards her. Valentin knows this so he isn't bothered, and Ellen is too high in clouds to notice.

My appetite grew when I felt the smell of food coming from the oven. It's been long since I had a home cooked meal since at the motel I couldn't make it and had to either eat out or get a takeaway.

Once we finished eating, we relaxed at the table and Ellen asked if she could come over so I help her plan the engagement party. I agreed, feeling like a barrel due to everything I've eaten, and all I wished to do is sleep.

My phone made a noise. Adrian sent me a text saying how he has something to tell me. I replied that I can't meet him today because Ellen needs me.

Eventually Valentin said he has things to finish, but before getting to them he will drop us off. So we quickly gathered our things and said our goodbyes to Ms Heilig.

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Ellen scanned Adrian's place before sitting down on the couch. "Did you try calling our landlord? I doubt she rented both of our apartments already."

I shook my head in reply. "I thought about it, but I was too occupied. I will do it."

"Occupied with what? You don't have a job. Unless Adrian and you've been busy." She smirked mocking me, her assumption grossing me out.

"What the hell Ellen, you know I was with his brother..." I fired in defence but she just giggled.

"Okay let's get to my party planning." She pulled out her phone and started scrolling through her gallery.

"Show me what you have in mind." I sat next to her seeing the photos of the dresses she likes.

"First of all, it's tomorrow night." She smirked again, giving me a look of excitement.

My jaw dropped open as I became horrified, knowing our hands are full.

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My legs were asleep after we finished all the preparations. First we went to a hotel and booked the whole top floor which is made into a large venue for events. It's very expensive and I'm surprised the two of them spent all that money for just an engagement party. It seems more like a wedding to me. Not to mention how lucky they are that the venue is free. However she did mention something about having a small, private wedding so perhaps this is them compensating for it.

Ellen and I first went to get her a dress, then struggled to find a restaurant which would provide us with food on such a short notice, but we managed, and then finished some minor things.

At the moment I am waiting for Julian to come because for some reason Adrian and him have been calling me all day, insisting they have some big news. I don't see what's the rush and why they couldn't just say it over the phone. So since I had to help Ellen, I suggested that they could come to the party and then we could return together, and talk. Of course, Ellen approved of them coming.

Eventually the place became packed with people and before I knew it, I remained alone. I don't even know where they found all of them. Most of them must be Valentin's friends because Ellen surely doesn't have fifty of them. At one point Ellen told me that they already planned the party and invited the people, it is just that they booked everything in the last minute.

Despite many dancers who I know being present, I stood alone in a corner like a creep. Fortunately, my phone screen lit up displaying a message from Julian. He asked where I was as he couldn't locate me immediately, but when I looked up I saw him by the entrance. I walked over.

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Nothing much happened at the party, we had a few drinks and talked about random stuff, but one thing I noticed is how uneasy Julian has been the entire evening. He is nervous and seems to be in a hurry but he doesn't have to be anywhere. I asked it indirectly, not bringing up his tense demeanour. Adrian didn't feel like to come, he is waiting for us at the apartment.

Ellen briefly greeted Julian because they still aren't on speaking terms. I got quite bored but didn't tell her. When enough time passed and it was fine to leave, I thanked both her and Valentin for the invite, then Julian and I headed for the lift.

"It's taking forever. Let's take the stairs." He suggested but I shook my head while he was still talking.

"No way, we are on the eighth floor!" Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I continued waiting so he stayed as well.

"You're so lazy." He commented and I rolled my eyes, but our conversation was interrupted with the lift which just arrived.

The door opened and we both entered, pressing the zero button. We began descending and I looked at my own reflection in the large mirror, admiring the dress I'm wearing. But suddenly there was a loud noise which made us both shake and the lights went off. It became obvious that it's the power cut and I groaned, annoyed to be stuck in such a closed place. At least it's not that small.

"Do you think it's just the lift?" I asked while switching on the torch on my phone.

No service. Great.

"No, I think it's everywhere but I'm not sure. The call button doesn't work." He tried pressing the button marked with a bell which you can use in case the lift gets stuck or something goes wrong, like now... "They will probably turn on the generator soon."

After a few long minutes of waiting in silence, I sat down on the floor, laying my phone on the screen so the torch light would illuminate the space. Julian joined, leaning on the wall opposite me.

"So how are things progressing with you and Adrian?" I rolled my eyes at his question. Why does he bother asking when he's moving on.

"There is nothing to progress. I don't want to be with him." I made it clear, my tone of voice showing the irritation.

"Why not?" He raised an eyebrow with suspicion, ignoring my displeasure with the subject.

"Because I fucked his brother." I fired and he seemed offended.

"Fucked?" He asked seriously. "That's not how I'd define it."

Missing his point, I replied. "Oh yes well, you technically fucked me but it's the same thing."

"No one fucked anyone. I expected you'd refer to it differently." He explained what he meant.

"How else could I refer to it? We certainly didn't make love because if there was any love present you wouldn't lose interest so quickly." I directly said what I really think about the whole situation. If I was really 'something else' to him like he told me, he'd be fighting for us instead of moving on.

"Is that what you really think?" He asked, making me nod.

"Of course, it's obvious." I answered.

"How so?" He continued asking.

"If you desired me you'd show it. When a man wants something it's obvious, and when he doesn't, it is obvious as well." I declared.

"You are very wrong. I already explained why I'm moving on, and I warned you that I wouldn't chase after you if you leave. That doesn't mean I don't desire you." He paused, thinking and glancing on the side. Then he looked back at me before speaking. "And I did make love to you. I've never been so gentle and easy with a girl before. But I guess that's because I didn't have any accumulated anger towards you."

"And now you have?" I asked straight away, not replying to anything else.

"Yes, because you chose to deny me yourself. So I definitely wouldn't make love to you now." He said smirking.

"So what would you make then?" My expression remained serious.

"A mess. I'd tear that dress and fuck your brains out." His words instantly made me wet, causing a tingling sensation in my intimate area.

"Like a punishment?" I spoke in half whisper, looking at his face illuminated with the greyish phone light. Without realising, I bit my lower lip which only provoked him further.

"Yes like a punishment. Now sit as you are but put your knees up!" For the first time Julian took a determined dominant role, and I obeyed him without any questions. I already slept with him so I guess another time wouldn't be an issue...

He moved closer to me, his hand finding its way under my dress. He harshly moved my panties to the side and touched my inner labia. His smirk continued lingering on his face, increasing when he felt how wet I am.

"Oh so you want it little girl." The way he said it made me blush in embarrassment. "Don't move and don't touch me." He gave another order while eyeing my body.

His hand reached the corset part of my long chiffon dress and slid his hand inside. He softly squeezed my breasts, fondling them before tracing it back up and lightly squeezing my neck. With his fingers around it, he pulled me closer and leaned forward in order to whisper in my ear.

"I'm going to show you just how desired you are." With that his grip tightened and he pushed me down on the floor, making me lay.

He flipped me on my stomach and with one movement, he ripped the back of my corset. I gasped loudly as I heard the material tear unable to stop him, but also not wanting to. He pulled my hair back causing another gasp and I propped my body up to prevent the pain from being pulled.

"Let out one more sound and I'll tear it completely so you'll go home naked." He warned and I immediately brought my palm to my mouth, keeping it shut.

He continued where he left off, now roughly pulling the bottom of my dress up and ripping my panties off. It hurt as I felt the pressure of them being forcibly removed, but my hand stopped me from making a sound.

"Good girl." He commented when he realised I managed to stay quiet.

I heard him unzip his pants and then felt him pull my hips backwards, forcing my butt up in the air. My face remained on the floor with my hands underneath. It felt awkward being on my knees but pushed down like that. He thrust inside me mercilessly, pulling in and out several times. Few moans escaped my lips but he didn't mind them.

All of a sudden he stopped and turned me on my back once again so I could face him. He cuffed my left breast and leaned on top of me. I expected a kiss so I closed my eyes and parted my lips. But all I felt was a light slap right across my face, making me open my eyes right away.

"Haha, I only kiss you when you are good, dumb girl." He humiliated me once again.

He continued fucking me, yes fucking me, making me orgasm before he was done himself. Our moans filled the tiny dark space. Eventually he reached the peak too, ejaculating all over my dress.

Just as we caught our breaths, the lights switched on and we felt the lift move. I jolted up, knowing someone could enter any second, my dress hanging opened from the back.

"Can I have your blazer please?" I asked still breathing quickly as he passed me my phone. I want to put it on so I hide the ripped part, but shook his head.

"No." He replied flatly, grabbing the torn back and holding it together with one hand. The door opened so we stepped right into lobby. "Walk!"

He lightly pushed me with the hand with which he held the back of my dress and I blushed as we passed near the receptionist who gave us a stunned look. Several other people did too. But instead of making him feel ashamed, Julian smiled.

"She's been a bad girl, had to teach her." He said to all of them, replying to their silent questions. I felt like drowning as he spoke but I had no choice but to walk with my eyes fixed on the ground.

I finally felt some relief when we entered his car. Once we did, his entire behaviour changed. He leaned forward and kissed my forehead, looking me in the eyes and stroking my cheek.

"That was all just dirty sex play, you know I respect you." He reassured me but I don't need his reassurance. I just want him to do it again...