Tears stream down my face as I’m baffled with disbelief. I dart through the massive house, past the dining hall, and into the living area. I’m just about to hit the stairs when Maria’s piercing tone fills my ears. “What have I told you about running in the house?” I screech to a stop and upon looking at her, she changes her tone. “What’s the matter with you? Stop this crying. Your tears are going to stain your silk pajamas.”
“I…I…”
Maria lets out a heavy sigh before walking forward and wrapping her arms around me. “Is this because of a boy?”
I shake my head into her fake chest. “No,” I say, pulling back and wiping my tears on the back of my arm. “It’s…it’s Lucien. He wants to marry me off to this awful man and he…he touched me.”
Maria looks at me as though she’s still waiting to hear what has me so distraught. “I don’t understand. What’s wrong? What happened?”
“He…that man. Marcus Maloney, he put his hands in my pants and said awful things.”
Maria lets out a soft sigh and pulls me back into her arms. “Oh, honey. Don’t be upset. This is just what it means to be a woman. That’s our reason for being. Men provide and women serve our men. It is your duty to make your man happy and if Marcus is your man, then you’ll learn to bend to his will. Now, if Lucien has deemed that you will marry Marcus Maloney, then you must be grateful. He will be a great provider. He has lots of homes, boats, a jet, and I don’t doubt he will shower you with diamonds. Lucien has set you up with a very promising future. You must remember to thank him.”
“Thank him?” I gawk in horror. “He let that man touch me.”
“Don’t be so absurd. Your father would never let it go on that far, part of the agreement was that your virginity must remain intact for your wedding night. Your father made sure of that. He’s such a great man, always protecting his family. You were safe, dear.”
I shake my head in horror. Who is this woman?
I step back out of her arms. How can she not see how wrong this is? I was just used as a pawn in a business deal. “I…I should go and clean up.”
“Good girl. Wake early in the morning and make your father breakfast to show your gratitude for all his hard work securing this deal for you. I know he’ll appreciate your thanks.”
Without a backward glance, I bolt up the stairs and into Blake’s room. He takes one look at my face and within an instant, he raises the blanket and lets me scoot in beside him “You’re going to be alright,” he promises me, knowing that whatever would have rendered me to tears couldn’t be good.
“Not this time, Blake. Nothing is ever going to be alright.”
Chapter 6
I drop down into my seat and try to smother the yawn that rips through me. What was I thinking of staying out late and smoking that joint with Maze? Though, maybe that wasn’t the reason I found it so hard to find sleep last night.
Slade Fucking Cruz. Why can’t I get him out of my head?
I mean, one part of me likes him being there because it keeps other memories and thoughts away but then the other part of me has been obsessing over this ridiculous little war. I shouldn’t be. He shouldn’t even be a thought inside of my head but he’s completely taking over. His downfall is all I seem to be able to think about. His demise, the look on his face when he realizes that I’m more than just some girl who talks big game, the second he loses his throne. These thoughts are a drug to me, but then, so is the feel of his big body pressed up against mine.
I’m not going to deny it, as much as I hate admitting it, Slade is fine. It’s no wonder he’s got every girl at this school begging him to tear their panties off and offering themselves up as a free for all buffet. I bet the girls daydream about sucking his dick. I bet it’s big. Long and thick with veins leading from the perfect ‘V,’ not one of those limp dicks that struggle to stand at attention and look like a dog’s breakfast. No, a guy like Slade is always ready to go. I bet he could probably get hard at the click of his fingers like a party trick. A party trick I’d love to see.
Hmm, hate sex. That’d definitely be fun. I can’t say I’ve really tried it before but I can just see it now, slamming each other up against walls, biting his lip while he tears my clothes clean off my body. His hands would be rough, hard and determined. Hell, I’m sure he’ll even leave bruises that I won’t bother to cover up. I’d wear them like a badge of honor.