Katherine Peirce Novels & Stories

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.

"She said if you want us, we're yours. Both of us. Whatever you want, however you want it. She'll do anything. I'll do anything. Just please — please don't walk away." I should hang up. I should tell him this is insane, that I'm a twenty-two-year-old grad student who can barely afford ramen, not some kind of dominatrix who collects married couples. I should protect myself the way I've always protected myself — by not wanting things I can't have, by not reaching for things that could be snatched away. But I think about Katherine Hawthorne. I've seen her across campus — tall, ice-blonde, immaculate in her designer suits and pearl earrings. Dean of the College of Arts and Sciences. The kind of

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• Katherine sat at her desk, fingers gliding across the keyboard as she carefully structured her email to Noirvanti Fashion. The offer was tempting—sending them a few of her designs in exchange for a generous payout—but she knew she had to present them just right, making sure her ideas stood out among the dozens of submissions they likely received.