Lexi is forced to live with her estranged mother, who left her when she was a child. Her new stepfather owns one of the best private schools in the country. Her mother is sending her to attend Blackmore Academy alongside her new stepbrother Zane. What she didn't expect was for her new stepbrother to immediately hate her and for his best friend, Alec Crestwood, to go along with the cruel, twisted game she found herself playing with her new stepbrother. Zane and Alec will stop at nothing to make her leave or force her to become their pet. What Zane and Alec don't know, though, was that she grew up in a rough neighborhood and can get just as scrapy as them. The twisted games the three of them play turn into fire burning passion and uncontrollable lust. Lexi finds herself having forbidden fantasies and feelings regarding her stepbrother and his best friend. She can no longer stop her body from heating up and her heart skipping a beat when Zane Blackmore and Alec Crestwood, the knights of Blackmore Academy, touch her.
View MoreI'm sitting in the taxi that's now bringing me to my new school, Blackmore Academy. Sounds scary, right?
Yeah, I know.Don't ask me why they made a school with that name. I tried googling up the school name and found jack shit. Nothing at all. They have nothing, no information, no pictures.Nothing.If I had grown up in a better life than I was, I would be terrified and plain afraid, but I'm not. I'm me, I'm Lexi, and I have spent my life being abused at home. That left scars on me, and I mean literal scars.One of my foster mothers thought it was okay to whip me with a belt on my back when she thought I was “acting” out.The bitch.We have been driving for hours, 4 to be precise, and I can't help but let my mind swirl with curiosity about my birth mother. She contacted me two months ago, thanks to the money provided by her new husband.She hired a private investigator, and he found me one month later. It makes me wonder how hard did she try to find me before.I remember little about my real father. I just know he was a nice man who died when I was five years old. They forced me into the foster care system because I had no one to take guardianship of me.My mother left my dad and me when I was less than a year old.She claimed she wasn't ready to be a parent, and my dad had pressed her to have me. She wished for an abortion. Well, that's what I was told by my dad one day when I had asked about my mom.He would get sad, and it made me feel like a horrible daughter for making my dad unhappy, so I stopped asking.At first, I wanted nothing to do with the woman who gave birth to me and then ditched me less than a year later, but I would not want to regret not getting to know her.I need to learn why she left her child like that. I understand she wasn't ready, but she didn't even send me birthday cards on my birthday.Nothing.I have not heard a single word, nor have I received so much as a card in the mail from my mom in seventeen years. I went through all the usual, normal emotions when she first contacted me.Anger.Betrayal.Sadness.But likewise curious.I was curious to know more about the woman who gave birth to me. I have not even met her yet. We have only talked over the phone a handful of times. My stepfather took my mom to Spain for their honeymoon, and they won't be back home for a month.It was also during those phone calls that my mom told me my stepfather is a wealthy man, a billionaire. Alex Blackmore owns the best private school in the country, known as Blackmore Academy.My mother also informed me that my stepfather enrolled me to join my new step-brother, Zane Blackmore, at Blackmore Academy.For someone like me who grew up with nothing but terrible memories, abusive foster families, and not even having clothes that fit me, this opportunity was something I was not willing to pass up.My stepfather paid for the airplane that took me from the only town I knew. Good riddance, if you ask me. He also paid for my hotel stay and arranged a ride to pick me up.I know I called it a taxi, but in reality it's a car with a driver.Fancy much?I fight the need to roll my eyes, but I can't complain too much. Without my stepfather and my mother helping me in my situation, I wouldn't have been able to afford the travel expenses to bring me to Blackmore Academy.I wasn't offered any scholarships from other schools, which I found very weird because I was a good student. Just because I grew up in a rough neighborhood doesn't mean I was making unpleasant grades.Every month I'd be on the A and B honor roll.My grades were way beyond the needed requirement for any scholarship, but sadly, no other school offered anything, which I guess I understand.Trailer trash.I even spent a few nights in jail when I stabbed one of my foster fathers friends in the dick for daring to touch me.Sick bastard.My social worker Margaret got those charges dropped. Maybe they will follow me for the rest of my life. I'm not a killer or anything, I'm just a girl who's been through enough shit.Even though the state paid my adopted family to take care of me, they didn't at all. I had to prepare my meal in most of the households.Margaret had done the best she could to find reliable and healthy foster families for me to live with, but they would save their true intentions for when the paperwork was finished and filed. She is a really sweet woman that has always treated me with kindness and respect. Sometimes It felt like she was more of a mother figure towards me than anyone else has ever been. It's stupid to say, and I know she was just clearly doing her job, but as a child, I really needed and appreciated her kindness and warm hugs.I remember when I was little, I would go to bed hungry because my foster parents had forgotten to feed me.One foster family, I had several, would make me do house chores for food vouchers. I couldn't eat or drink anything without earning and handing over one of those stupid little pieces of paper.I have done held down so many jobs it's unreal. Every time I had found someone willing to hire me, one of my foster parents would come, drugged up and begging for cash.They would end up causing a scene when I didn't have money to give them, and my bosses would all tell me the same thing. They couldn't have that in their store. The only reason I stayed around with my last foster family was to protect my little foster brother.If it wasn't for him, I would have run away and took myself out of that messed-up system. He isn't my brother by blood, but he is by heart, and I couldn't leave him until he became older.I saved enough money for a phone, and I was proud of myself. I found it in a phone store. Don't even ask me the name right now, but they had used phones. It's nothing overly fancy, just an old as shit Samsung, but yeah, I'm not complaining.I have a phone close to everyone else my age.I get to play games, search around on the web, and all that good stuff, not like I have any friends I want to talk with.Nobody wanted to be friends with the trailer trash girl with druggie foster parents, but it is what it freaking is.A few miles later, we are driving down what looks to be a long driveway, tress with black roses line the road on both sides, and I won't lie. It's beautiful.I was never one to be found of flowers, but those black roses do look beautiful along the white gravel road.I see a massive frame coming up in front of us, and when I mean massive, I mean enormous. Think of the queen of England's castle, and then you will know exactly what I mean when I say enormous.The building is made of black stone, with windows everywhere.Those windows at least give the school a little light with the white shutters.In the middle as we drive closer, I saw the big statue of a rose sitting right in the middle in front of the building and when the driver pulls up to it, I saw that the rose sculpture had thorns.I quickly pick up my school map and flip it open. I scan the pages and see that this is the primary house.That's crazy.The main house has the classrooms, teachers' housing, and the cafeteria, but along the property holds more buildings, one labeled Girls dorm and the other labeled Boys dorm.Well, I'm glad to see they keep us housed separately, that at least eases my mind a little bit, not much, though.I read some horror stories. Yeah, I did some digging. I needed to learn what I was walking myself into, and students that go to schools like this one don't like when kids like me come around.They think we are less than they are, just because they were fed with gold-plated spoons and spoiled by their parents for their entire life.I may have gotten here thanks to my new stepfather owning the school, but I also know my grades will be good enough for me to be proud of.I wish my mother would have wanted to meet me before I arrived here. I wish she would be here to show me around. She told me that a girl named Shelby, who got accepted for the one scholarship the school gives out a year, will show me around.I don't even know what my new step-brother looks like. My mom told me he doesn't like her yet. When he comes home from school on the weekends, he basically ignores her.He started crying when she explained to me that he would talk over her and not talk back to her when she would try to engage him in conversations.He lost his mom two years ago due to a drunk driver and thinks his father marrying my mom was too soon. I can't agree or disagree. It's not up to me to tell someone how to deal with losing a parent.I am hoping that he and I can get along or at least coexist in peace while I get to know my birth mom. I don't want anything else from him or his dad. I only need to be able to complete my schooling and to get the answers I need from my mom.I inhaled firmly, seeking to relieve my nerves, and immediately moved my hand across my mouth, making sure I didn't have any slobber left over from Alex. God, the guy was such a bastard. I can't believe he forced me to suck his dick here inside the damn clothing store's changing room. I would have been stupidly mortified if my mother had spotted us or anyone of the store employees. I can't imagine a nice, extravagant place like this had people fornicating inside changing rooms. As soon as I pushed the changing room curtain to the side, I came face to face with my mother, who, to her credit, was trying hard not to cry. She is failing, her eyeliner is running down the corners of her eyes, and her cheeks are turning red. I can't believe Zane was so cruel that he would do this to her when she was surrounded by people. I mean, not that him doing this is exceptional in any situation, but this was just heartless of him, to embarrass her like this.“Are you okay?” I whispered and placed
My mouth hung open in shock as his words finally registered. He can't be serious. He actually wants me to drop down to my knees here? In the dressing room with at least ten people, including my mother, is on the other side of that door. He has clearly lost his fucking mind, and therefore I told him exactly that.“You can't be serious, Alec,” I snarled, balled my hands into fists, and beat them against his chest in frustration. “No, I'm not doing this. You need to leave before my mother comes back. You have lost your mind if you think I'm going to suck your dick inside this dressing room.”“Did you forget who owns that body?” He growled and tightened his fingers around my throat. “You allowed Zane inside your body, now I want my turn. You fucking belong to me too. That body is mine to do whatever the fuck I want with, and right now, I want your mouth wrapped around my dick. You have a choice-”“Oh really?” I snorted, rolled my eyes, and leaned my head against the wall, hoping he didn't
The next morning, I'm still laying in my comfortable bed, wrapped up in a soft purple fuzzy blanket when my door was pushed up. The maid from yesterday came walking into my room, not saying a word, and she headed straight towards my window. She yanked the blind up, and the bright morning sun suddenly filled my room, causing me to quickly squeeze my eyes shut.“What are you doing?” I mumbled and jerked my fuzzy blanket over my face, not wanting to be woken up fully just yet. “Mrs. Blackmore has been awake since seven this morning ready to start yalls mother and daughter day. It's now nine, and she has been waiting for two hours, allowing you to sleep longer, but it's time for you to get up now,” she informed me before walking across my room, and doing the same thing with my other window blind.“Too much light,” I hissed, when I felt the sun beating down against the thin blanket. “I'll be down in a little while.”“No. You need to get up now,” she said and yanked my blanket off me, forci
“How are you liking Blackmore Academy, Lexi?” Alex Blackmore asked, lifted his fork, and cut into his piece of perfectly cooked steak. “It's a good school, sir. Thank you for supporting me in attending it with Zane. I appreciate it,” I responded to his question, nervously, and uncomfortable as I felt Zane's eyes on me. I still can't believe I allowed that to happen. He had been smirking at me throughout our meal, looking arrogant, and it took everything I had inside me not to embarrass us both in front of our parents and smash my steak into his face.Alex Blackmore didn't look like I had expected him to look. I imagined an elderly man, salt and pepper hair, and a little overweight. However, my vision of my new stepfather was definitely incorrect. Alex was a good-looking older man, and I can't see where Zane got his good looks and firm jaw from. I can't blame my mother for falling in love with him. He has been nothing but kind to me since he came back from his office. He even expla
I'm sitting outside, leaning my back against the beautiful fountain, twirling a delicate white flower between my fingers, and being overwhelmed with emotions. First, about everything my mother said to me. Was any of that true? I tried to rack my memories around for a good five minutes, trying to remember if my father ever acted the way she had suggested, but I was so young. It's all hazy.Second, with what I had just allowed to happen inside the living room with Zane. I allowed myself to fall apart on his fingers, and I demanded he finish what he had started. I knew he was just messing with me and was only seeking to make me even more frustrated than I already was. I just needed to forget what I had heard, only if it was for a few minutes. I needed an outlet for the pain, and Zane provided me with it.My phone vibrated inside my hands, and I sighed in aggravation when I saw the group name masters flash on my screen. I would rather not deal with either of them right now, but I know i
I don't know what to believe right now. Is my mom deceiving me because she wants me to forgive her? Or was my dad the one that was lying to me when I had him the reason as to why she decided to leave us. I tried to think back, to remember my dad being anything but the best dad I could have asked for, and my mind couldn't come up with a single thing that suggested he was cable of being abusive.It took me several minutes, getting lost inside this ridiculously big house two times, until I finally found Zane.He was sitting in the living room, watching a football game. I walked deeper into the room, not really wanting to ask my stepbrother for help, but I felt like I didn't have any other choice. If I wanted to leave her, I'll have to suck up my pride and ask him for help."I need to leave," I announced, walked in front of him blocking his view of the TV, and demanded his attention. "I'm watching the game pet," he growled, disturbed, raised his leg, and tried to push me aside, but I sho
“Hello,” I told the woman who ditched me when I was a baby. I didn't choose to hug her. I would be uncomfortable and truly. She didn't deserve for me to just fall into her arms. Here, she is experiencing the perfect life when I struggled many nights pondering about how and what I was going to eat before retiring to bed. I took a second to glance her over. She has the same hair color as me. Though hers is remarkably highlighted, I can still see her original color beneath the blond streaks. The black dress she is wearing looks to be pricier than everything I have combined. I look at her face, trying to find myself in her beautiful features, but she has makeup on her face going along with her dark red tinted lips.I tentatively raised my shaking palm and held it out to her.“Oh,” she stammered, her brilliant smile falling into a frown as she looked down at my hands. “I'm glad you are here, Lexi,” she said, sounding sincere, grabbing my hand gently with her white coated nails, and she s
Two days later, I'm sitting in a car with Zane being transported to my new home. My mom had called me declaring how delighted she was she to get to know me and that she was overjoyed I would finally meet her new husband, Alex Blackmore.Zane has yet to respond a word to me. We have been riding in silence, and I'm not objecting at all. I would rather not deal with my smug prick of a step-brother and didn't need to be reminded of the horrible, disturbed situation I found myself in. I'm staring out the window, leaning my head against my hand when I felt his warm palm landing on top of my thigh. I didn't bother turning my head, I was just going to ignore him. I would not let him spoil this weekend for me. Even though I mildly was still agitated at my mother for leaving me, I still craved to get to know her, and I wasn't going to let my vile stepbrother wreck this for me.“Remember what we told you. Do not speak a word about our little game to our parents,” Zane leaned over and growled a
I have not talked much with Alec and Zane for the past week. I do not know what happened or why they started to ignore the fact that they forced me to be their pet. I was supposed to go with them to check on business things. Just before we walked out of my dorm room, Alec gotten a text mentioned the street word rip to Zane.I do not remember much from the streets, but I know what the term ripped meant. It meant someone tried to steal their product. Instead of taking me with them, they snarled, growled, started texting people, and left my dorm room without a word.The knights had begun to act as if they didn't know who I was throughout the course of the last week. During our classes, I attended and took notes. I spent an entire day looking for a copy machine and ended up copying two sets of my notes. I would have all of their notes for them before dinner and leave them on the table before going to fix all of our trays.I didn't say anything to them in the c
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