Again, I want to say something but August shifts his focus from Paul to me.
“Okay, Love, your car is ready and you shouldn’t have any trouble from here on out.” He walks around the car. His large hands enclose around my smaller ones, slightly tugging my stationary feet to move.
“What exactly did you just do and why did you talk to him like that? It wasn’t his fault the troll called him to tow my car,” I whisper yell.
Not phased by my chastisement he responds, “Any order made in our names has to come from one of the heirs. Paul fucked up and he knows it. I wouldn’t be surprised if Sam sucked him off to get him to take your car.”
Do they really have that much power? The question formulates on my lips, ready to make its presence known when August bends, his breath caressing my ear, and orders, “No more questions. Get in your car so I can make sure you get home safely.”
His demand shoots straight down my spine before I shake off the lingering tingle, pushing him out of my space.
“Nowhere in this conversation did I say you could boss me around,” I snap, stepping around him and entering my car.
His chuckles follow me and as I begin to close my door I swear I hear, “You’ll enjoy taking my orders soon.” But when I gaze up August is already hopping in his car, ready to escort me home.
The fucking sneaky devil.
AUGUST
“Somebody needs to do something about this. This is disgusting, I can’t imagine a school of this magnitude with some of the richest kids in the country has no cameras in the hallway.” I hear my Riri talking to Pamela, the administrative assistant, as I walk into the office.
The council dropped off some papers that I needed to get from Seb, so I decided to grab them before heading to lunch. I guess it’s a good thing I decided to come now, though I’m sure whatever happened, I would hear about it soon enough.
My mind goes back to Friday night and our short time together after Sam got Emma’s car towed. Her anger was palpable, festering under her skin. Seeing her so livid and fierce made me want to take her back to my playroom so we could fight and fuck it out. Instead, I behaved and just took her to her car, keeping the conversation friendly.
The things I do for those assholes.
I may not be able to touch her yet, but nothing is stopping me from being close to her. A slow smile forms and my pulse quickens for what I have planned. It will be hard to be close and not touch her, but what I have in store will sate my cravings until she’s fully at the mercy of my touch.
With a plan in mind, I come to a full stop at the counter. Fully intent on finding out what has her so irate.
“Riri, what’s going on?” Her head whips in my direction. The tension in her posture makes her look like a kettle ready to whistle. Yet there’s such beauty wrapped in all her hostility. Those plump and pouty lips look bee-stung in their furrowed state, and the flush in her cheeks from trying to control her anger, makes me want to have her blush for different reasons. I can picture her blooming red all over, under my ministrations.
Her groan of annoyance has the blood rushing straight to my dick. I start to turn to hide my arousal but think better of it. Fuck that. Let her see. It’s all for her anyway.
“Your overpriced school has no cameras. All these high-tech features but no cameras in the hallway sounds like a waste to me,” she snaps, her hand moving animatedly causing her tits to bounce in her Evanescence band tee. Normally, the sight of her bouncing chest would make me harder, but her words overshadow my lustful thoughts.
Hard on instantly gone. What is it with this damn school not letting me enjoy the way my Riri makes me feel?
Like the turning of a Jack-in-the-box, my head moves slowly until my frigid gaze lands on our lovely administrative assistant. Her telling Emma that we have no cameras is her spewing more bullshit than a politician on a campaign trail.
“No cameras you say?” And Pam knows that her lie just wrote a check she has insufficient funds to cash.
“Yes!” Emma says, arms flying out and landing on her denim-covered voluptuous hips. Her Doc Martens hitting the porcelain-tiled floor and the office door slamming shut with a bang are the last I hear of her.
My focus is still on the liar in front of me.
“Pamela, Pamela, Pamela,” I tsk.
“Why would you tell Riri there are no cameras in the hallways of a school that has cameras everywhere?” I tilt my head sideways, studying this woman, and trying to determine if she has a death wish.
Choked sounds hit my ears, “I- I- I’m sor- I’m sorry Mr. Grant, Miss Davenport said not to let Miss Bishop know who vandalized her locker.”
Did this bitch just say vandalize her locker? I’m not even going to begin to try to digest that she said Sam gave her an order and that she had the gall to follow it.
I stalk over to her, like a lion spotting a gazelle, moving behind the counter until my fingers are drumming
She Knows by J. Cole on her shoulders. Slowly my descent brings my mouth to her ear. Out of the corner of my eye I notice a fat tear crawl down the side of her cheek, leaving a black streak of mascara in its wake. A trickle of tears follows, streaking along her now ghostly pale face. My nostrils flare, basking in her terror, my tongue curling against her cheek, tasting her fear on my tongue.
So fucking sweet.
My voice, barely audible and filled with fury reaches her, “Pamela, when the fuck did you start taking the orders of a Davenport?”
“Since she said she was under the express orders of Mr. Calloway,” she squeaks out, her body trying to recoil from my wrath.
Fucking Rowan! I knew that idiot would try and do something, but partnering with Sam means he’s seriously off his rocker. He’s going to fuck up all of my plans. By the time he realizes I’m right about Riri, it will be too late and she won’t want anything to do with us. I can’t let that shit happen.
“Clear your shit out, and make sure you have someone to replace you before the end of lunch. If I so much as see you in the next week, I’ll ensure that you spend quality time with Karl,” I seethe, and if it’s possible Pamela goes about seven shades paler.
I can’t let Rowan know I’m on to his little game. I’ll let him test Riri. That way he can see she’s made of Teflon and meant to be at our side as our queen. But while he’s playing his game with her, I’m going to play one of my own. If he doesn’t have to be hands-off, then why should I?
My earlier thoughts of my plan for Emma resurface and I bite my knuckle at the thought of what I have in store for her now that my restrictions have been lifted. Until then, my long purposeful gait leads me in the direction of Seb’s office, taking comfort in the frantic breathing of the scrambling administrative assistant gathering her things.
As I approach Seb’s door, I hear the distinct sound of moans and skin slapping skin. I look at my watch, deciding I don’t have time to wait, and turn the brass knob.
The door opens with a squeak.
The janitor should really get some WD-40 on that bad boy. My eyes meet Seb’s and sure enough, Sebastian is deep stroking the hell out of Miss Taylor.
His blond brow quirks in silent question, but he doesn’t stop or slow his pounding. A distinctly feminine gasp-like groan fills the room as Miss Taylor tries to cover herself.
“Did I say you could move Vivian?” He growls, grabbing her throat and pistoning in and out of her ass. Her squeals of protest now choppy, his brutal pace making her full tits bounce wildly, nearly slapping her in the face.
Seb might come across as the kind guidance counselor but he’s ruthless in all things. This isn’t the craziest scene I’ve walked in on. This is him being behaved.
“Seb, I just came to get the stuff that was dropped off. No need to stop on my account,” I say, smirking at our Civics teacher.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.