~Zayne’s POV~My chest loosened a little at the sight of her awake. I barely noticed Carol as she walked up to me and whispered, “Behave yourself around my bestfriend, Zayne. For God sake I can’t believe you two are a thing already.” And just like that, she slipped through the door and left.A tiny smile tugged at my lips. Carol had every reason to doubt I was right for Teyana. I didn’t have many great records—not any I regretted, though.Maybe I did regret only one thing…Teyana frowned as I approached her bed and eased down beside her.“Is the party still going on downstairs?” she asked.“It ended an hour ago. You’ve been asleep for quite a while.”Her eyes narrowed at me. “Just so you know, I still think the whole chosen thing is shit.”I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from grinning.“But it isn’t, pretty. It’s either me or another lord. I’m sure you’d rather it be me.”Her throat worked, and she looked away from me.“Where is Jeremy?” she suddenly asked.Shit. I had a lot of wo
My heart sank. “What are you talking about, Bianca?” The corner of her mouth rose slightly as if she was disgusted. “You are such a bad pretender.” Her eyes flicked over my hair, then traveled down my body. My throat tightened; my clutch suddenly felt heavy in my hand.“Oh, and I loved how you styled your hair earlier...” Her eyes narrowed, “What made you repack it into a bun, huh?” Her voice was flat and mocking.There was nothing I could say that would make sense right now. She knew, so I wasn’t going to entertain her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I only came to pick up my clutch. I forgot it earlier.”I started to walk past her, but her footsteps came up behind me. “I guess the sex was so great you had to forget your clutch.” Her voice bit at me like venom. I stopped and turned. She was right behind me. Too close.“Aren’t your imaginations going too far, Bianca? Sex? Seriously?”“Shut up, slut.” She spat. Bianca was done pretending. I could see it now. She hated me. M
I had found a way to regulate my breathing as I descended the stairs, my phone in hand. It had rang earlier, followed by a text—all from Carol. “Girl, where are you? They’re about to have dinner. Waiting…”As I surfaced, eyes darted my way. The known faces were all seated around a large table while other guests sat at other tables in the hall, about to feast. There were two unknown faces at our table too. Two powerful-looking men like John’s age. Were they lords too? I could see my mother, John, Mariah, Connor, Bianca, Chris, and Carol. I didn’t spot Zayne.“Where have you been? Where is Zayne?” My mother asked as I approached their table.“I…I wasn’t with Zayne.” I responded. “Oh, someone said he followed you upstairs I think.” My breath hitched. It must have been Jeremy the person was referring to. I didn’t say anything.“Sweetheart, I love seeing your pretty innocent face. Come join us.” Mariah said in all sweetness and I managed a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. My sight
My body jerked against Jeremy at the sound of the knock, his fingers slipping out of my aching, throbbing pussy. The sudden emptiness made me nearly cry out. My body trembled, weak from being dragged to the edge and abandoned before I could come. My thighs quivered, my chest heaving, and it took everything in me to remember where I was.Jeremy’s clouded gaze stayed on me, his chest heaving.“Jeremy, are you there?” Oh God. That was Bianca’s voice.“Oh no,” I breathed.I looked at Jeremy as I straighten my dress in a rush, frantically tugging the straps back in place with shaky fingers. My panties were damp with my wetness, sticking uncomfortably against my folds. My body was still pulsing for him, and the shame of it burned through me.Again, I had almost let him. I would have let him.Jeremy didn’t move, didn’t even look guilty. He maintained eye contact with me as he slowly brought his hand up and to my amazement started licking his fingers. Jeremy was licking my cum off his fingers
~Teyana’s POV~I ran up the stairs, desperately needing to be alone right now. I knew Zayne wouldn’t expect me to bolt away like that. But I needed to for my own sanity. The lords? A family fraternity? And all of our parents were members of this said fraternity that I had never heard of in my life. Not even from my own mother.Zayne had always been my chosen, long before my mother married John. I didnt understand that. I needed to ask my mother a lot. But firstly, I needed to think.My hand trembled a little on the railing as I hurried up the next floor. I pushed open a door that was slightly opened, got inside an empty room I wasn’t familiar with and closed the door. I leaned on it immediately, breathing hard.I hadn’t even had a minute to myself when the door was suddenly pushed open against my body. I jolted, whimpering as my heels slipped on the tiles. I was sure I would fall until his familiar scent hit me, large hands wrapping around me in time to steady me.I gasped and held on
Zayne’s deep brown eyes— like his mother’s, pierced mine, a small charming but cunning smile on his face. He didn’t look surprised. Did he know?I was a reeling mess, head calculating, eyes blinking. This must be some sort of game or dream, I thought. But as Zayne stepped forward to approach me, reality couldn’t be any further.His gaze didn’t break from mine as he took my right hand and brought the back of it to his lips, pressing a kiss there longer than necessary. A cold chill swept through my body. The kind of attraction I had towards Zayne was confusing.I knew I couldn’t hate him from the very first time we met at Chris’ birthday party. It was impossible to hate Zayne Greyson. You could only wish you did.“Hi, pretty.” Now I realized why his mother’s British accent sounded familiar. Zayne surely took after her. Looks and all.And just as he released my hand, my stepdad returned, lifting his glass. “Yes! Cheers to the future couple.” Laughter and clinking glasses filled the air