Tangled In Tinsel Novels & Stories

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And now, there he was — standing behind Ponce, aligned with him, supporting him. Her hands trembled as she turned off the television. She thought of the day she had seen the tampering. She thought of the accident that followed. She thought of the silence she had kept, the secret she carried. And now, seeing them together, she realized the danger was larger than she had imagined.

The chandelier, a monstrosity of crystal and gaudy gold, dripped light like honey, coating everything in a syrupy sheen of wealth. I took a sip of my lukewarm champagne, the bubbles doing little to soothe the acid churning in my stomach. "Gilded cage," I muttered under my breath, the phrase feeling particularly apt. This whole scene, this extravagant charade, was a cage built of borrowed money and desperate hopes, and my family were willingly locking themselves inside.

It seemed to make the moment last longer and end more gently. Marcus had been a champ this evening. He'd been ready to get back at it only a few minutes after blowing a load in her mouth. Once the storm knocked out the power, a lot of guests had started to leave. Headlights were turned on all around them and partygoers constantly walked by. Luckily, they'd already fogged the windows pretty well by then and it was unlikely that anyone had seen them. Still, Tess found the somewhat public aspect of their union to have heightened the arousal for her. She'd have to explore it further before too long.

He didn't want that. His sandy blond hair fell to his waist in wild waves and curls. Tamsin simply tied it back with a black ribbon. It was all the effort he was willing to muster for this...farce. If the consequences for staying in the manor weren’t so dire, he would have. He found the entire thing tasteless.

She was nursing her own plastic cup of beer and seemed to be enjoying it as much as Mia was. Mia looked around at the teenagers lounging around in Trish’s pristine living room. The family clearly had money. She wondered how long it would be before anything got stained or broken tonight. “I need some back up. Plus, Jake’s coming.” Tilly went brilliant red. “That’s even worse! Look at how I’m dressed!” Tilly had opted for a zombie. Which as it was Halloween, was kind of perfect. However, it seemed that every other girl here had gone sexy. Not scary.

She didn’t even know when she ended up on the floor, or how her clothes had disappeared. It wasn’t until the cool, silky touch of the ribbons brushed against her skin that she snapped out of her daze—but it was far too late. The tiger already had her in its jaws—there was no escape now. So she gave up struggling, laying back on the sea of ribbons, peeking past the young master’s shoulder to watch the red strands descend like a net from the ceiling, enveloping the two of them. Tangled together in that passionate web, they were indistinguishable—like silkworms cocooning themselves in scarlet thread.

I winced as a thick wall of heavy bass, stale alcohol, and sweats smells slammed into my senses. What in the world is this stench? Looking around, the living room was packed with couples making out, people smoking in corners, and strangers lingering everywhere. Worst of all, a few people were staring right at me, and I hated every second of it. This dress was way too revealing. Matilda caught my hand, dragging me through the chaotic sea of bodies toward a quieter alcove. A cluster of chairs sat in the corner, occupied by a group of people who definitely didn't look like ordinary college kids. They carried a distinct, effortless bad-boy-and-girl aura.

It sure looked a little bit like Christmas. Susan was excited and her jubilance spread throughout, visible at every turn. There were wreaths on the doors and red and green candles on the tables. Gold and silver tinsel were twirled together and hung from one end of each room to the other. The meal was catered, and everything was set up. Susan decorated the party room for a real party, and a special occasion, too.

I have to do a double check, but when I did I couldn't help the smile and melting sensation inside me. Tangled above the rear mirror there was the scarlet lace I gifted him on Halloween. The one I took from my prize. Knowing he'd not only kept it but also laced it there... I don't know, it did something in my chest quite hard to explain. Probably it just bothered him while driving or something and there was the nearest place to leave it so it stays there. In his precious Letty. "What?" his brows drew together. "Why are you smiling like that?"