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 Ariah 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!”Ariah 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 drummingShe Knowsby J. Coleon 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. Edgewood,” she squeaks out, her body trying to recoil from my wrath.
Fucking Wes! 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 Owen,” I seethe, and if it’s possible Pamela goes about seven shades paler.
I can’t let Wes 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 Ariah 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.
Miss Taylor orVivianhas had the hots for Seb forever and while he might fuck her, she can never be a wife to one of the heirs. She gave up that right when she fucked off to Colorado.One of the towns my Riri lived in.Information to file away and look into.
“Oh, I had no intention of stopping. The slut can act bashful all she wants, but she wasn’t shy when she had your cock in her throat while Lev pounded her ass last month. Right, sweetheart?” She whimpers at his question.
I snicker at that memory. When will they ever learn?Never.Especially when billions are involved. Miss Taylor, like so many others, see us and they see dollar signs. They think their pretty pink pussies will sway our decisions. Like we’re putty in their scheming money-hungry hands.
Leaning over her prone form stretched across the desk, I smack her ass, the spot turning red. “You like being railed against Seb’s desk during school?” I tease.
I won’t fuck her or another girl now that Ariah’s in my sights. No one else will compare. Her face contorts, mock horror strewn across her frenzied state as if she’s chaste and I’ve stolen her maidenhood.
Chuckling, I state, “Cut the shit,Miss Taylor, you already know what my piercing feels like as it rammed down your throat so hard that you were hoarse for almost a week. Your raspy voice was begging for more.”
At my words, her lust-filled eyes gaze at me through her lashes. Her moans increase with each stroke of Seb’s dick. But I’ve had enough of this midday hate fuck.
I grab the folder off his desk and give her nipples a firm hard pinch. Which must have made her walls clench, because Seb lets out a satisfied moan of his own. I tip my head, smiling, a knowing grin painting my face.Glad to be of assistance.
