3: A Stupid Move

HAZEL

It was Zephyr Rossi, the brother that I hated the most, the one whose guts I couldn't stand, and the smartest of the brothers. 

He flexed his fingers as his palm unfurled from the fist he had just launched against Alpha, who was now lying on the floor, passed out. 

I know him, at how well put together he was with nothing looking out of place in his suit and tie and shoes when he was fucking a girl’s mouth just minutes ago when he just knocked a powerful man like Alpha out. 

“What the hell do you think you're doing?”

“You're welcome,” was his casual reply as he fished a white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hand with it. 

“I wasn't thanking you.”

“Do you really want to marry this old hag?”

“I fail to see how that is any business of yours.”

I expected a snarky reply from him, for him to walk all over me like he always did, for him to say all my years of studying my brain off at Harvard had amounted to nothing. But he said nothing. Instead, the flickering light illuminated the rage in his eyes. 

I thought he was angry at me. Until I realized that he was staring at my bruised wrist.  

He looked at Alpha's crumbled body on the floor, and he seemed to contemplate punching him again before meeting my eyes again. 

“I’ll take that as a no.”

“What is this to you?” I asked him, my irritation and anger bubbling to the surface. I knew him, and I knew how much he must be gloating at this downfall of mine. 

“Nothing,” he was grinning as he backed away from me, “nothing that you wouldn't find out soon.”

And then, he was off, leaving me with the crumbed body of my husband-to-be. 

*******

Nothing changed. 

Nothing halted the preparations for my wedding. 

That night, when Alpha woke up, he turned the party upside down to look for the man who knocked him out. I lied that it was a thief that fled when he saw my face but Alpha didn't believe me. He went through the CCTV and the guest lists but nothing came up. Eventually, he had to let go but I could tell that his ego was bruised and he suspected that the man wasn't a thief or probably a lover. 

Today was our wedding photoshoot and I was 2 hours late because my meeting ran late. I had ignored all the calls from home and had my bodyguard locked out of the meeting room because I was sure Dad would give him an instruction like throw her over your shoulders, make her pass out… Just do anything to get her room. 

Now I just walked into the house because the shoot was already postponed and Dad had summoned me into his study. 

“I told you that I didn't want her working,” Alpha's thunderous voice was unmistakable, “Now, we're not even married yet, and she's already prioritizing her work. I won't have this. I won't have this disrespect, and if you won't have her disciplined for this insolence, then I'll do it myself.”

“She's my daughter,” Dad’s voice was calm, but it was a calmness that bottled anger, “I'll make sure she's handed over to you as a complacent and good wife.”

Alpha's voice was a gruff reply, followed by shuffles of feet. The door opened, and he stepped out. He stopped when he saw me. 

“Well, I guess you should work all you want now because there won't be any work for you in 2 months.”

He had disappeared down the corridor before the meaning of his words dawned on me. 

He was going to stop me from working? No way. 

“You should start the process of handing over to Zain now,” Dad said as I walked into his study, “you'll have to step down from your position after your marriage.”

“No way, Dad, I worked hard for this. I have put the company first every single day of my life. You can't just take this away from me.”

“Well,” he didn't even look up from the folder he was reading, “You belong only to your husband after your marriage, and he doesn't want you working.”

The finality in his tone carried a heavy dismissal. I couldn't believe this was my life. It was my life and yet decisions were being made for me. Work was the only thing I knew how to do and they were going to take that from me. 

I thought I was independent, but I guessed I'd never be. I'd never be able to control any part of my life. 

I crashed on my bed after I left Dad’s study, and for hours, my mind remained blank as I stared at the ceiling. 

Nighttime came, and when I drifted off, my sleep was filled with nightmares of my days with Alpha, of him watching my every move, of my life becoming nothing but whatever he decided it to be. 

I woke up at 2 am and when I couldn't sleep again, I picked up my phone and opened my browser. I already knew what I wanted to do. This was a part of my life that I could control and would control. 

I did something similar when I was 18 and Dad announced that I'd marry Alpha. Back then, I thought I'd be able to change his mind if I worked hard enough, but still, it prompted me to hook up with the next available stranger at a club during a school trip. 

It was to get rid of my virginity, which had been deemed a gift to my husband. 

Now, I was browsing the anonymous site where hookups were arranged. This wasn't my first time on the site. It wasn't my fifth or 10th but each time, I always chicken out right at the final stage. 

Now it is going to be different. I was going to do this to control my pleasure, to do what I really wanted to do. My cheeks flushed and my core heated as I browsed the site and picked the options that applied to me. 

I stopped when I got to the number of partners. 

The options were up to 5 partners, and my mouth dried up as that one memory I didn't want to remember sufficed. 

Zephyr’s cock disappeared into the girl’s mouth while Xaden was fucking her from behind. 

I fleetingly wondered what position Cyrus would take if he was with them. I wondered where he'd take her and if it was possible for a girl to take three men at once. 

I wondered also how intensely pleasurable that would be. Would the girl feel like passing out from all that pleasure? How does it feel like taking both of them at once? 

The curiosity made my panties wet and my pussy pulse. I wanted to be in her position, rough-handled and fucked and slutted by men who knew what they were doing. 

I've always wanted that, and I've had to pretend to be okay with the satisfaction my vibrators brought me. I was going to change that now. 

I clicked on my choice of partners and submitted the form, anticipation, and dread building in me. 

Dad would kill me if he should ever find this out, but I knew it'd be the experience of my life if I should see it through. 

And I was going to see it through.