I'm the Mess That You Wanted Chapter 7: I Did Something Bad, a game of thrones fanfic

Chapter 7

I Did Something Bad

I Did Something Bad by Taylor Swift

I never trust a narcissist, but they love me / So I play 'em like a violin / And I make it look oh so easy / 'Cause for every lie I tell them, they tell me three / This is how the world works / Now all he thinks about is me

I can feel the flames on my skin / Crimson red paint on my lips / If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing / I don't regret it one bit, 'cause he had it coming

They say I did something bad / Then why's it feel so good? / They say I did something bad / But why's it feel so good? / Most fun I ever had / And I'd do it over and over and over again if I could / It just felt so good, good

I never trust a playboy, but they love me / So I fly 'em all around the world / And I let them think they saved me / They never see it comin', what I do next / This is how the world works / You gotta leave before you get left

I can feel the flames on my skin / He says, "Don't throw away a good thing" / But if he drops my name, then I owe him nothin' / And if he spends my change, then he had it comin'

It just felt so good

They're burning all the witches even if you aren't one / They got their pitchforks and proof, their receipts and reasons / They're burning all the witches even if you aren't one / So light me up, light me up / Light me up, go ahead and light me up / Light me up, light me up / Light me up, light me up

Oh, you say I did something bad / Then why's it feel so good, good? / So bad, why's it feel so good? / Why's it feel, why's it feel so good? / It just felt so good, good

Sansa - March 2017

Sansa had been living in London for seven months when she decided it was time for her to be brave again for different reasons. He can't get away with this, she angrily thought to herself as she walked to her flat.

She was enjoying living in London, it felt like she was starting fresh. As much as she missed home, family, and friends, she could tell this was working for her. She went out with her lovely coworkers often and was having fun, making sure she stayed away from flirtatious men. She definitely missed Jon, and for a while after she moved there, it was hard for her to not regret leaving him. But she was here for herself and she was working on it.

Oddly, one day she received a call from Petyr Baelish. Her mom's old family friend who was on the board at her family's company, Winterfell Inc., had moved to the London office soon after she moved there. Sansa thought it was weirdly coincidental. Petyr was a sneaky, calculating man, but he had always been extremely nice to Sansa and her family, especially her mother. She knew the story, Petyr grew up with Catelyn and Aunt Lysa and he had always had a thing for Catelyn. Some people still thought he carried a torch for her to this day.

Sansa had no problem with him, even enjoyed his company and learned life lessons, as he called it, from him. Until Ramsey Bolton happened. It was Petyr's suggestions that led her to be with Ramsey. He made Ramsey seem so great and loving. Petyr seemed to really want her to be with Ramsey, which felt a little weird to her, but Sansa trusted Petyr. So she began to date Ramsey, hoping he'd be everything Petyr made him out to be. He wasn't. And there had been many nights where she lay softly crying in bed and her mind would wonder why Petyr wanted this and if he had actually known how much of a monster Ramsey was. One day she found out. She overheard a whispered conversation Ramsey was having on the phone with his father. "Have you given Baelish a seat on the board of directors yet, father? He brought me Sansa and it's what he requested. Well technically he wants to be the vice president, but just give him a seat and let him hope." So Sansa had been used as a bargaining chip. Petyr sold her out so he can move up in another company, the Bolton's Dreadfort Enterprises. What she still didn't know was if Petyr knew just how horrible Ramsey was or if he thought he was just setting her up with a rich heir. It wasn't long after that when Sansa finally got away from Ramsey and she noticed how Petyr never left Winterfell Inc. for the Bolton's company, she imagined they rescinded their offer once she left. She never told her family about that deal, she didn't know if she'd be taken seriously or maybe she had just read the situation wrong.

She agreed to meet up with Petyr for a drink after he reached out to her. He profusely apologized for Ramsey, laying a caring, fatherly charm on her. She almost believed how sincere he was, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes that brought her back to reality. She pretended to believe him, accepting his apologies. And then he brought up Winterfell, if her father likes running the company, his health, if her mother's happy, and questions about family friends, friends who Sansa knew were in the company. It seemed odd and Sansa didn't like it. She reminded herself how conniving he could be and it suddenly felt like he was prying for some sort of foothold to rise up in Winterfell. Sansa knew the problem was that Petyr couldn't go up any higher. Ned was obviously the chairman and he would never get rid of his longtime business partner and mentor, the sweet Mr. Luwin, as vice president. Once Sansa returned home that night, she felt unnerved. But she didn't know what to do, she had no evidence for the things she felt Petyr might be doing. So, she decided to play along, be friendly with Petyr, and try to figure out what he was up to.

Petyr had begun to feel too friendly with Sansa and it made her look at him as a creepy uncle. His gazes at her felt uncomfortably penetrating. There had been times he would rest his hand on her cheek or run his fingers through her hair and tell her how much she looked like her mother. It would send chills down her spine and she had to hide her disgusted reactions. He had taken to sending expensive dresses and jewelry to her flat, she always gave them to her coworkers. He wanted to take her out to fancy dinners a lot, she did her best to come up with excuses to not go but still felt like she had to go to a few dinners to keep the charade up. He'd let his arm linger too long around her in public, trying to show she was with him. His eyes would bore into her like he was undressing her with them.

She had so many concerns but felt like she couldn't tell anyone. What if this was all in her head and she was just being paranoid? Or what if she was making this all up because of what he did to her with Ramsey?

So tonight, she decided to use his attraction to find out what she wanted.

You can do this. Be brave. I know you can be brave, she thought to herself as she walked into the Winterfell office building. Jon always thought you were brave. She gave her head a little shake. Not now.

She made sure to wear a dress that flashed skin if she needed it. She chose a wrap dress with a low cut v-neck and her long leg could easily be shown if she wanted. She entered the elevator, closed her eyes and tried to mentally prepare herself. She often met him there at the office, she figured he thought it made him look good to be seen with the boss's daughter.

"Well don't you look stunning, my sweet," Petyr said with a creepy smile and it made Sansa inwardly cringe.

She smiled sweetly at him instead and walked to him at his desk. She sat herself on top of it, crossing her legs while the slit of the dress spread, showing her creamy skin. She saw Petyr's eyes fly to it and she could see the hunger in his beady eyes. "I'm tired of playing around, Petyr."

"What do you mean, sweet Sansa?"

"You know what I mean," she said, trying to use her sexiest voice while running her finger on his chest. He stood up and kissed her with too much force. It took everything in her to not pull away in disgust.

"Oh, my sweet Sansa." She blinked back the cringe she felt as he called her his. "Shall we go to dinner?" His eyes had strayed to her open cleavage.

"I was thinking we just stay here and have some drinks. It's more private." She gave him a saucy smile and walked to the bar he kept hidden in a cabinet. She poured them two whiskeys, his containing more than hers. He eyed the level of hers suspiciously. "You know I'm a cheap date."

They talked, she flirted. She let him rest his hand on her thigh and she gave him a few chaste kisses. For every few small sips she took of her drink, she'd pour a little of hers into his cup when he wasn't looking. She made them a few more drinks. She pretended to be tipsy. Petyr was looking a bit drunk.

"Tell me what you truly want," he asked her, his hand once again caressing her thigh.

"Truly? I want to be rich and in love. I want a nice life with my husband who takes care of me," she answered, looking dreamily at him. It seemed to make him sit up straighter. "What about you," she forced an innocent smile, "my sweet?"

"I want you. I want you to sit by my side while I rule the company." The fierceness in his eyes scared her.

"But what about my father?" she asked, faking naivety with a smile.

"Oh of course, my sweet, after he retires!" he said cloyingly.

"Oh that does sound wonderful, Petyr! But isn't Mr. Luwin next in line? Or am I wrong? I just know nothing of this business!" She giggled.

"Ah dear, Luwin is old," he answered.

"He may be old but he seems healthy enough. Would you wait for his retirement to become vice president? I think I'd like to be married to a vice president." She looked up at him sweetly.

"Oh, I've heard he is taking quite ill." Petyr turned away towards the window. "Soon," he quietly muttered, thinking Sansa couldn't hear him.

When he turned back to her, she smiled at him like she didn't know what he meant. But oh did she know.

"Poor Mr. Luwin! But then you think father will make you vice president?"

"With you by my side, I think he definitely would."

"And you would take over once Daddy retires?" The hunger in his eyes when she said "daddy" made her sick.

"Of course. I would be king of this company, and you would be my queen," he said with a triumphant smile.

"I've always wanted to be a queen!" she exclaimed with a girlish laugh. "I just fear I'll be an old queen since I'm sure my father won't be retiring anytime soon."

"There are ways around that, sweetling." Petyr was getting drunk on power.

Sansa was done faking stupidity, she needed to go home. She gave it 10 more minutes and then she yawned

"Wow it's late, I should be going home now."

"Why don't you come home with me, sweetling?" he suggested, petting her bare thigh.

"You know I left my last boyfriend because we moved to fast, I don't want that happening to you, my sweet."

"Ah yes, that Jon Snow," he said with disdain.

"After all Ramsey had done, I rushed into it with Jon too fast. It would just kill me if that happened to you," she lied and placed her hand on his cheek.

"I'm so sorry for Ramsey. If I had known how he was, I would never have suggested it. I just thought he'd be good for you." She looked him in his eyes to search for truth in what he was saying. All she found were three lies.

As she walked to her nearby flat, she pulled a tissue out of her purse and wiped off the red lipstick, trying to erase the disgusting feel of Petyr's lips on hers. She felt dirty but at the same time, she felt proud. She left Petyr while he was on his power high, thinking of his life with her by his side. She had to stoop low and a small part of her felt bad at her sneaky ways, but she didn't regret it because that man had it coming. She found out what she needed and then some. And she now had it all recorded.