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What are the chances that after getting dicked in a room full of over two thousand people, I end up standing on stage with the eyes of the whole organization on me with cum about to drip right into my heels?
I hope Cruz enjoyed himself because as good as it was, nothing is worth the humiliation I’ll feel if I get caught out right now. The slit in my gown really doesn’t help, and I do everything I can to keep the majority of my body hidden behind the dais. Knowing my luck, his cum is probably spread out all over my dress too. I mean, why keep this shit to myself? It’s a party after all.
My gaze shifts around the crowded bodies, trying to search each and every face. This is the moment that we’ve been waiting for. If Paris is going to show up tonight, then now is the perfect opportunity. I’m standing up here with a light shining upon me. I’m the perfect target, and from the way Grayson and King stand on opposite sides of the room as Carver and Cruz remain close, tells me that they’re all thinking the same thing.
I try to remember all the things that Earnest had prepared for me to say, but seeing Cruz’s cocky smirk staring back at me, I come up blank and realize that I’m going to have to stick with the good ole Winter tradition of winging it.
After what feels like a lifetime, the applause dies down and I look out at the people before me, so proud to be standing before them and actually enjoying myself. Had I been asked a few months ago if I could see this day ever coming, I would have laughed it off and then punched the person who asked. It’s incredible just how much my life has changed, and for the first time, I truly think it’s changing for the better.
I stand tall, raising my chin and letting that pride show while unable to avoid searching for Paris in the crowd. “It is my greatest pleasure to be standing here before you all today,” I start, watching as Earnest’s face drops in horror, realizing that I’m not sticking to his carefully structured script. “It is no secret that over the past few months, we as a community have faced some of our biggest demons and from them, we have grieved. We have suffered, we have feared, and we have fought, and it is with great honor that today we stand victorious.”
I pause, listening as the crowd erupts into cheers. “We do not allow our fears to terrorize us, we stand tall knowing that our brothers and sisters will be there to strengthen us in our times of need. Unfortunately, there have been far too many times where we have had to rely on our brothers and sisters to see us through, but those times are no more. We have weeded out those who have held us back, we have ruined those who threaten our future, and we have slaughtered those who dare act out against us. Dynasty is a legacy, Dynasty is our home, our family, and it is with great pleasure that I get to stand before you today and announce our newest family members.”
Applause sounds through the room again and I’m forced to wait, which only allows me a second to notice the way Cruz’s cum slips down into my heel and spreads out beneath my foot, making my heel far too slippery for my own good.
“I am sure by now you have all heard the whispers, seen the moving trucks, and spoken with your neighbors. It has been well known that for some time the Scardoni seat has remained vacant, but what you may not be aware of is that only recently, Ember Harding resigned from her position, leaving yet another vacancy. So tonight, I introduce you to not one new head, but two, sealing our futures and making Dynasty whole as it should have always been.”
I look toward the side of the stage to where Calvin Huntington and Charles Vandenburg stand, their chins raised, each of them seeing tonight as the most important night of their lives. They’re proud and so they should be. A chance like this doesn’t come around every day.
My gaze drops to the small table that sits in the center of the room and a shudder runs through my body seeing the same dagger that I’d sworn my loyalty to Dynasty on and only moments after that, used it to murder Royston Carver.
The thought has my gaze shifting to Carver’s and judging by the emptiness that sits within his eyes, I’d dare say that he knows exactly what’s running through my mind, but now is not the time to dwell on the past. We can fuck it out of our systems later … or at least, in a week’s time.
