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By the time Monday rolled around, I hadn’t so much as heard a peep from my roommate since the other morning. It was still undecided whether that was a good or bad thing. All I knew was that my cock hardened every time I thought about her, and my mind wanted her as far away from me as possible. I didn’t know who she was or what her agenda was about, but I didn’t need to get mixed up with some more Society bullshit. Not when I needed to figure a way out of this agreement. My family couldn’t be beholden to Benson SinClaire and his secret Society forever.
As expected, The Society rolled outclassesfor those in servitude. It was supposed to swing members to their side - make them willing and compliant with the dirty shit we were all about to do, and what better way to get the young and impressionable to agree than to mimic a college setting. I didn’t need to sit through Governmental Strategy 101 to know what The Society was up to. I knew they were full of shit - knew they were bad fucking news, I just needed to figure out how to extricate my family withouttoomuch bloodshed. The fallout was inevitable, but if they left us alone, then it would be worth it.
I dressed mindlessly, my body operating on autopilot even when I wasn’t paying attention, and before I could think on it any further, I was out the door and attending the first lecture of the day. The room was cool, much cooler than outdoor Texas, and I couldn’t help but watch a couple of girls squeeze into the front row seats, giggling and chirping with one another. Heads bowed and whispers rose as I walked past, and I knew that just as the men were scoping The Society women, they too were scoping us.Husband hunting. That’s what ma called it. In fact, her exact words were, “be careful of those husband hunters.” They were smart, educated, refined, well dressed, and exuded class. They also were groomed to not actually use any of the skills they may have acquired, expecting to not work a day in their precious lives.
None of them would work with our lifestyle back home. Sure, we had money and wealth, but there wasn’t an O’Riley in history that didn’t know how to work the taps behind the bar, and if Princess couldn't muster the courage to try and accomplish such a basic feat, she’d never stick with our family.
I sat down in one of the front rows, zoning out the incessant chatter and gossip. Fuck this shit, if I wanted to sit through a gossiping session at a sorority house, I would have spent the night at one of the few sorority houses I frequented in college. Instead, I had avoided them like the plague. I noticed movement further down the row, and what do you know? Joshua Penn had made his appearance, strong arming some poor soul out of his seat, all so he could sit next to Raquel.
I knew Raquel, the same way I knew Aria. It was difficult not to know the people seated in this lecture hall, especially when our parents ran in the same circles - even if it was only for the occasional event. Still, I watched Joshua make himself right at home next to her, and in turn she looked about ready to throttle him. I choked on my own laughter because that seemed about right. Joshua was a dipshit that knew how to schmooze better than the rest of us. I was surprised that he hadn’t pissed on her yet, claiming his territory, because the way he was acting was nothing short of a claim. Any idiot who approached Raquel without his permission would have to deal with him first. I wondered if she even knew that that’s what was happening - if she even cared.
John Griffin - Military Strategist - took the floor, and I could honestly say that he was boring as fuck. At least he had wealth behind his name because I wasn’t certain he’d be able to bag a Society girl otherwise. There wasn’t a damn person in this place that was intrigued by his lecturing and conversation skills. Instead, I lay my head against the table and shut my eyes, my jacket stretching across my shoulders in the process. I wasn’t a suit and tie kind of guy, I was a knuckleduster and steel capped boots man. Would the women here even know what that meant? I knew some of the guys did - knew that some understood exactly who I was and where I came from. Yeah, I might sport the same name brands as they did, but I got my fists bloody on far more occasions than they ever would.
There was something immensely pleasurable about feeling the bones in someone’s face crunch beneath your knuckles. It was invigorating - thrilling - because the act of getting into a boxing ring was as much about skill as it was aboutheadspace. You couldn’t defeat your opponent without both in play. As the insufferable man droned on in the background, I allowed my mind the luxury to float - to think - toimagine.
Which was stupid, really, because imagining my roommate naked was the absolute last thing I should have been doing.
“Looks like you have a little drool there.” Aria’s voice jolted me awake as she walked past me. Fuck, I had actually fallen asleep. Either John Griffin was more boring than I gave him credit for, or I was simply just that tired.
I swung my gaze across the room, taking in the students intent on filtering out all at the same time. Yup, the future leaders of the world, all bottlenecking to get out the door at the same fucking time. God save us because no one else would. I swung my head backwards, twisting my body to scan the rows behind me because, while my little roommate may be adept at throwing knives and watching my cock, she didn’t strike me as the type to skip out on the first Society lecture of the servitude program. And what-do-you-know? I was right because there she was - tucked right in the back row, sitting by herself. She must be the only one here with her notebook flipped open, her pen scribbling across the pages as she diligently took notes.
I had to give it to her - she wasgood. Whatever game she was playing, she was feeding everyone the image of newcomer desperate to fit in and acclimate to her new surroundings.
Unless that’s what they want you to think and she’s really a Society pawn, positioned in your suite to feel you out.
“Shut up, O’Luc.” I grumbled a reply back at Aria, maintaining the illusion of Society frat boy because I couldn’t afford to be anything else. I walked down with Aria, standing in the fray of the dimwits, only serving to bottleneck the area further. I didn’t want to be there - didn’t want to contribute to the idiocy, I wanted to turn around and allow my feet to lead me up the many rows until I reached the back, squeezing into the seat next toher. But I couldn’t do that - not when so much was on the line, and I still didn’t know who the hell she was. Distracted, I asked Aria a question, ensuring that the conversation kept flowing. It was something my da taught me - if you kept them talking, it meant that they weren’t watching youtooclosely. At least it worked on most people.
“Why didn’t we ever hang out at Uni?” It was something I’d been wondering when it came to Aria - I wasn’t into her in that way, honestly she was too fucking high maintenance for my liking, but it made me wonder if she knew exactly how different my family was to hers - if she knew that I didn’t belong here, not really. Better yet, I didn’twantto belong here.
“I just wanted to forget about this whole thing for a bit, I guess.” She shrugged, her dark hair brushing her shoulders. She was one of the prettiest people I knew, and also possibly one of the most naive.
I did nothing to disguise my scoff as I responded, “And you thought by not hanging out with other Society members, but still attending one of the most prestigious universities in the country, that would happen?”
It was goddamn ridiculous, and even Aria had the sense to laugh at the absurdity of it.
Two girls stood directly before us, whispering and giggling with one another, and I was suddenly aware of exactly howalonethe pretty blonde thing in the back truly was. I hadn’t seen her sit - integrate - mingle - gossip withanyone. I shouldn’t give a fuck, not when she could be my demise, but I still felt the trickle of guilt seep into my soul.
How easy would it be for me to include her in our friend group? To help her integrate?
You don’t want to be her friend.
I couldn’t argue with my thoughts on that front, the last thing I wanted from my little roommate wasfriendship.
“.... so you are saying you didn’t sleep with him?” A dark-haired woman that smelled distinctly of hair spray volleyed her question at an equally done up red head. She responded with a muffled giggle of laughter. But I wasn’t listening to them - not really. I was too focused on the lemony scent that seemed to creep up my shoulder, sinking into the surface of my skin, producing wild thoughts and fantasies - specifically, the memory of how her pussy pressed against the material of my trousers.
Aria shot me a questioning look, and I could only shake my head by way of reply. I was already giving away too much.
We stood there awkwardly, unwillingly eavesdropping on their conversation.
“So, he was crazy adamant that he wouldn’t havesexwith me,buthe made up for it in other ways…” She spoke in a hushed tone that did absolutely nothing to stop us from overhearing her. The dark-haired girl elbowed her for more information.
“Okay, fine,” she conceded on a breath of laughter, “he may or may not have… exercised histonguemuscle, excessively.”
Her confession only served to fuel my imagination, and while it wasn’tmethey were talking about, and I certainly wasn’t interested in either of them, I couldn’t help but imagine what the girl behind me tasted like - if she would wrap her legs around my head and grind against my mouth, or if she would open wide and allow me to administer my own brand of pleasure. Her scent and the heat radiating from her body onto my back made it difficult to think about anything else. How close was she standing to me? Was she listening to the conversation between the two girls as well?
The women giggled excessively before the brunette finally conceded, “Okay, so was it good?”
She giggled once more, "Let's just say that I have an open door policy for him to visit meanytime."
