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Chapter 4
JADE
One week later
“I have a confession,” I blurt out, my foolishly blunt mouth getting the best of me yet again. I’m standing in Scar’s bedroom watching her as she changes into her chosen outfit for the night, a sexy as fuck faux leather mini skirt showing of her rockstar toned calves and perky little ass, and a white sleeveless crop top baring the perfect amount of cleavage. She almost traded the top for a less provocative looking one but being the awesome sister that I am, I’ve convinced her there is no better outfit for tonight. Afterall, it’s Ace’s birthday party and there is nothing he’d appreciate more than my sister, his girlfriend, in this outfit.
“What?” she asks nervously, taking a sip of the cocktail I handed her as I hold mine tightly in my hands, almost cracking the plastic cup as I anxiously await her reaction to what I’m about to say next. I blame the large amounts of tequila currently in my system for my impulsiveness tonight.
“I fucked Bass on New Years’ Eve!” I blurt out, Scar nearly choking on her drink and spitting it out as we watch it splatter all over the mirror, “Actually I also fucked him the first night you guys got to the cabin. When you and Ace were fucking like rabbits, it’s how I heard you guys. I was next door in Bass’ room. To tell you the truth, your guys moaning kind of got us going,” I shrug my shoulders and can’t help but laugh at the sheer look of terror currently plastered on her face.
I shiver slightly, as she blankly stares, her mood rapidly shifting to more of a solemn one. My outfit does nothing to warm me up, my turquoise strapless dress ends just above my thighs and the five-inch, stiletto heels make me tower over Scar as she remains barefoot.
“What the fuck Jade!” she shouts after a brief moment, throwing a box of tissues at me. I easily dodge it but lose my balance slightly in these fucking heels.
“I know, I know, I fucked up, God I fucked up. But God if it wasn’t fucking hot. Like holy shit the man knows just what to do,” I bite my lip, my eyes practically rolling back at the memory of Bass’s eyes, hands, and mouth on me.
“Wow, declaring your devotion to the big man. Must have been some crazy sex to turn you saintly,” Scar sneers mockingly, “Didn’t know you two were...”
“Oh fuck no!” I shout, shaking my head, “It was a one-time thing, obviously. Well two times or more. I mean he’s fucking gorgeous, and like I said a savage beast in the bedroom but fuck if I can stand being in the same room as him.” I walk over to the tequila bottle on her dresser pouring us each another shot. I’m going to need it; this conversation did not turn out the way I was expecting it to.
“Careful Jade sounds a lot like you like the guy. I mean I’m the number one example of how hot hate sex can be. It literally sums up my entire relationship with Ace, but with Bass, I mean is it possible to say he has more demons than Ace.”
“Fuck if that isn’t true. I mean the way he fucks, God it honestly felt like he wanted to fuck me to death. The choking, the restraints, the ass grabbing, squeezing, smacking. He’s fucking rough, I mean thankfully I’m no fucking virgin, cause ouch.”
“Okay I don’t need the gory details, Jade.”
“If not to my fucking sister, then who am I supposed to confess to.” We clink our cups together, gulping down the tequila in one swift drink.
“Do you like, like him?” she asks me, clearly cringing because of the tequila I know she hates.
Her question irritates me, not understanding why she’d think I’d actually like someone like Sebastian Silver. “What the fuck kind of question is that Scar, are we in middle school or something?” I ask, pouring myself another shot.
“Calm the fuck down, it was a question. Besides, didn't you want to talk about it?”
“The sex, nothing else,” I sneer. Bass is everything I despise, entitled, arrogant and downright fucking bossy. However, wrapped up in a deliciously, alluring package, he’s fucking dangerous and bad for my health, so obviously I’m obsessed.
“So you do have feelings for him?” she questions me, “You wouldn’t be getting so defensive if you didn’t care.”
I gasp utterly shocked, as I bring a hand up to lay over my heart, “Sis, you better than anyone knows this thing in here, supposedly keeping us alive, is incapable of ever feeling anything more than disdain for anyone who isn’t you and the guys. It has limited capacity, real bad turnaround time, and no current vacancies. Out of order, disconnected, not in service. Definitely never will be for a man, daddy dearest made sure of that. Though if he hadn’t, Roman secured it never will.”
“Never say never, Jade. I’m the perfect example of how much a good dick can change what we thought we believed.”
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My what a blessing it is to be part of the 1%. A blessing in disguise or a magnificently beautiful curse. Either way what a godsend it must be to live life careless and carefree, untroubled by the world outside of your bubble of privilege. The ability to be oblivious to the struggles of the ninety-nine, to be unperturbed by the insignificant details of the mediocrity of a common life. Anonymity or prestige. It’s all the same yet so quite different, and these boys are infamously good at both.
The extravagance of the room around me, golden drapes, twinkling lights, Dom Perignon bottles of Champagne scattered around the room like a red plastic cup of sewer water, Pabst Blue Ribbon, was back home in Pleasant Hills, or a dime of coke in Providence. In a world where everyone wishes to stand out and be the shiniest mirror ball in the room, they are all mediocre streetlamps at best. Ordinary, abundant, and dull.
Except for them.
The four of them stand out in the brightly lit room not because of the luminosity of the light that illuminates from them, but because of the cloud of darkness that looms overhead. Because of the residual scent of something putrid and corrupt that lingers in their wake.
These boys are the definition of eminence yet are the reflection of the wickedness flowing through their veins. They claim blood is thicker than water, but here it’s as thick as tar. Black, corrosive, and imprisoning. Whether they are guilty by association or by free will, in my eyes the chosen are guilty until proven innocent. I’m not fully aware of the vile depravity of the world they reign over, but I can only imagine what it’s capable of given how much it has changed my sister.
However, the way his eyes, like small gleaming mirror balls, linger on me as I dance atop the table, sensually swaying to the sultry beat of the song around me, where my girl Britney sings about the toxicity of the man she’s profoundly addicted to, I refuse to believe beauty is wicked. How can such a marvelous creature be malicious?
I feed off the energy radiating from his eyes, like a blazing fuel that ignites the temptress in me. Some would call me a nymphomaniac but I just call it human nature. Nothing is more natural than the need to find release at the hands of another. To let go of your inhibitions completely and achieve a level of ecstasy you will never achieve in any other way. The desire, the need to be close to him, to feel him, to be with him, is overpowering and turns me into a puddle of lost inhibitions and desperate want.
