Her Secret: A Reverse Harem Romance (Bad Influence Book 1)

by Ivy Fox

  Of course, all of us going to the same high school didn’t make it any easier. They ignored my presence there altogether, as if we hadn’t shared every secret we had with each other. As if all the dreams we talked about, the wishes we made for our future, and the fears we confessed in the dark, were lives shared by the ghosts of our former selves. Sometimes it happens. Our best friends just become strangers. Long lost memories of a time that no longer exists. Memories I still cling to every night, unable to move on from my infatuation.

  The boys that paraded around my school were not the boys I had grown up with and – if I’m totally honest – loved all my life. You couldn’t start a Monday morning without some rumor of the Perry brothers’ bad-boy antics from the weekend before. Throwing wild parties that ended with the police having to be called in to break it up. Fights, drinking, and – the most excruciating rumor to hear – wild crazy sex. Yep.

  The Perry boys had made a name for themselves in Hills High alright, and not for the good-hearted, wide-eyed boys they were. Although they had everything handed out to them on a silver platter, they still rebelled anyway they could, making them the ultimate bad boys.

  Most of the girls at school were envious that I lived just a few yards away from their lavish home, and couldn’t understand why I wasn’t a permanent fixture in their house anymore. Telling them the truth was out of the question, so I simply said that I had outgrown them. People change. Our connection was no longer there. I started believing my own lies after a while, and maybe the boys did too.

  We grew so far apart, we became different people than the children who used to sleep under makeshift towers in their living room — one of my most treasured memories. All of them standing guard, pretending to be chivalrous knights while protecting their princess in her tower. And when we were too tired to continue playing around in our fantasy world, we would all cuddle on the floor over fluffy blankets and pillows. All of them curled together, with me in the middle, hogging up all their love, protection, and warmth.

  At age six, someone looking upon such a scene would find it harmless enough. But by the time I turned thirteen, my body growing into its own, sleeping on the floor with five teenage boys wasn’t the sweet and innocent image it used to be.

  And now here I am, putting myself in the lion’s den. I wish I had somewhere else to go, but I don’t have any close friends that are willing to have me living with them for a full month. I don’t have any close friends, period. The boys weren’t the only ones I warded off. I always lived in the belief that if anyone got too close, they would find out my secret. I was enough of a freak as it was back in high school, so I didn’t need that kind of spotlight on me.

  Mom was also true to her word. She switched the password to the house alarm and even made me give her my house keys before leaving this morning. I think Mom is under the misguided illusion that living at the Perry’s will provide me with the kick in the butt I need, and start thinking about what I want to do with my life. The boys are full of life, ones to never stay still for too long. She must think they will rub off on me somehow, but little does she know they are the reason I’m finding it hard to leave home. Ironic isn’t it? The boys no longer have a place in my life, and yet I can’t bear the thought of being too far from them.

  When Tyler and Mason graduated, I thought I was going to die for not seeing them on a daily basis. I cried myself to sleep every night for a full week when they left for college. But then they returned every Friday night, making enough ruckus in their driveway, warning everyone on our block of their arrival.

  My bedroom window became my haven all weekend since it had a perfect view of their backyard, where the boys would swim every morning, rain or shine. Good thing we live in Southern California. Hot enough all year round to enjoy the view of their wet bodies coming out of the cool water, with drips clinging to their skin. What can I say? Cali has its benefits.

  Even though I stay as far as I can from them, I ache if I go one day without seeing their faces. Therefore, spending time stalking them through the curtains in my room, is the only reprieve I allow myself to be entitled to. Only now I won’t have my bedroom walls to keep me guarded and safe. For the next few weeks, I’ll be living inside the house I stare at every day.

  Although I’ve been literally locked out of my house since morning, I couldn’t bring myself to rush over next door. Instead, I wandered around our little beach town, counting the hours until it was inevitable to procrastinate any longer. So here I am, two feet from a door, where behind it lives my confusion, my heartache, and the five boys that were the only real friends I ever had.

  I take a deep breath, summoning all the courage I have, and ring the doorbell. I have to get into my thick skull that I must lock up the inner turmoil these boys bring out of me, something that I have mastered at covering so well in the past. Another pesky thing that needs to be locked away, tight in a small little box inside my brain, is my desire of being ravished by all of them. I need to be strong and not give in to temptation. Even if none of the brothers looked at me in that way, I might still do or say something embarrassing, which might give them an indication on the longing I hold for each and every one of them. These feelings are so wrong. Yet, after years of denial, I still can’t let them go.

  I ring the bell again, and only now do I register the music blasting from inside the house. It’s so loud, no wonder they didn’t hear it. I take another quick breath, knocking loudly on the door, hoping someone on the other side will hear. If they don’t, I’ll just use the house key and let myself in. Although, I really wish I didn’t have to resort to it. As I’ve said, the boys and I aren’t friends, so entering the house like I own it might start this summer off on a sour note.

  When the door finally opens, all the oxygen I had breathed in leaves my body at once, with the gorgeous view of Carter Perry. Just like his twin, Chaz, he has an aura around him that screams confidence and sex-appeal. Like he can ride a woman for twenty-four hours without breaking a sweat, and still have enough energy to run a marathon.

  Carter has the traditional dirty blond hair of his brothers, and the same trademark blue eyes that make girls hot and bothered when they fixate on them. In only basketball shorts, exhibiting muscled, lean abs, he is the first stone thrown at my resistance. Sporting his panty-melting, bad-boy smile, laughing at whoever is behind him, weakens my knees further. But his smoldering grin quickly fades, once he sees who is knocking on the door.

  “You’re early,” he states, with not even a hello to make me feel welcomed. I cough into my hand trying to get my voice to work, showing that his cold greeting didn’t hurt.

  “Actually I’m late. Mom said I should have come before lunch, but I had some errands to take care of,” I reply stoically, lying through my teeth.

  “Whatever,” he says, walking back into the house, not even offering to show me to my room. Not that I’ll need it anyway. I still have every corner of this house memorized. The room Anna has set up for me is the one I used to sleep in all the time when I was younger. Even though I went to sleep alone, I would always wake up in the middle of the night with all five brothers nestled beside me.

  Those days are long gone now, and if there is any indication those memories are worthless pieces of the past to them, it was Carter’s welcoming. While I cling to them as a lifeline, they don’t even make an appearance on the Perry boys’ radar. I’m just an old toy that has been once treasured, but long forgotten now, stored away in the attic, no longer useful or cherished.

  I step into the foyer and establish that the loud music is coming from the living room. I set my duffle bag on the floor and wander inside following the sound. When I reach the living room threshold, I see three familiar bodies sprawled on their individual seats, fixated on the four dancing half-naked girls in the center of the room. All of them, more beautiful than the next, wearing nothing but skimpy bikinis, leaving little to the imagination; and already looking like they soon won’t be covering even that. The music is beatin
g away as they rub against each other seductively, eyeing the boys with hunger in their eyes. I see their clothes on the floor, so I missed most of the striptease at least, but I’m sure that I will be getting an eyeful of their last act.

  Carter has a beer in his hand, taking one sip at a time and enjoying the view the girls are giving him. Chaz, his mirror image, has a smirking grin plastered on his face, as one of the girls, a leggy blonde, falls to her knees and crawls her way onto his lap. His smile is no longer visible from my line of sight as he starts to bite the girl’s barely covered cleavage, making her moan with the music.

  My heart drops to my stomach, but I establish that my agony is just starting when I see Drew. He stands up from his seat, placing a hand on the nape of one of the girl’s neck, while the other yanks a second girl to his side. Both girls start to kiss his almost-naked torso, while he fondles their hair, guiding them to where he wants them to go. They begin to kiss each other provocatively, bringing this striptease up a notch, to porn status.

  Carter continues to drink his beer, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. Chaz is no longer satisfied with just sucking the blonde’s covered tit, and springs it free for the whole room to see. He latches on to it immediately and moves one hand under the girl’s string bottoms. Her head falls onto his shoulders, moaning out how good his fingers feel inside her. Carter keeps his eyes on his twin while summoning the busty brunette, who’s been dancing just for him. She leaps into his lap and straddles him, already too turned on for any foreplay.

  The scene before me is slicing me in two. I had heard all about these little get-togethers the brothers threw once in a while. How some girls at our school attended these private parties. But for me to be standing just mere feet away, watching all three boys giving these strangers their undivided attention and fulfilling their desires, makes me want to tear them apart and bawl my eyes out at the same time. I knew I wasn’t going to have the welcoming committee out to enfold me in their friendly embrace, but this? Was this the first thing they wanted me to witness, after years of pretending we didn’t know each other?

  Jealousy, hurt, and rage run through my veins, and it’s hard to pinpoint which feeling I should concentrate on. Why couldn’t I be indifferent to this little show? They knew I was going to be here today. Yet, they called these girls over, with the very intent of fucking them, while I was under the same roof. If I had come a little bit later, I would have gotten even more of a spectacle. Why are they rubbing my face in their depravity? Is it to punish me for my own?

  “Do you like what you see, Freya?” A deep velvety voice asks me, and it takes me a minute to register Drew looking at me, still between the two girls. One is on her knees unbuckling his belt, while the other is licking his happy trail.

  His iceberg eyes are locked with my green ones, and I see malice in them. A hostility I never thought Drew could summon since, of all the brothers, he was the one who had the most caring heart. Feeling the tears sting my eyes, I shake my head as my only reply.

  “Then run along, Princess. Run to your tower. This party is for adults only,” he orders, and before he can say another hurtful word, I turn my back to them, grab my bag, and do as Drew instructed. Before I even have time to close the bedroom door behind me, my tears are already falling freely down my cheeks.

  I don’t know what hurt more; seeing the three men I have loved since infancy be intimate with the girls, or Drew calling me by the pet name – which the brothers had christened me with so long ago – in such an animus way.

  Crying as silently as I can, I throw myself on the bed and shove a pillow over my head, wanting to erase the past thirty minutes from my mind, and replace it with memories of a time when life made sense.

  Chapter 3

  Carter

  Once I hear the door slam upstairs, I immediately feel like shit. I know why I feel this way, I just don’t like it. Denise, or whatever her name is, continues to rub her pussy on my crotch. But she’s out of fucking luck ‘cause my dick seems to be enjoying the benefits of guilt too, leaving it limp as fucking spaghetti. Still, she’s persistent, I’ll give her that.

  “Okay sweetheart. Off you go. The party’s over,” I tell her, reclining further into the sofa and creating a little distance between us.

  “What? But we were just getting started,” she whimpers, coming closer and biting my chin teasingly.

  “Maybe some other time, babe. Right now, my brothers and I need to have a little convo,” I reply, placing a chaste kiss on the brunette’s pouting cheek. Since she’s still looking at me like I lost my mind, I furrow my brow, no longer playful, and give her a quick slap on the ass so she can get the hint. She gets on her feet, rapidly fixing up her clothes.

  I look over at Chaz, who has just made the girl on his lap cum for the second time, moaning louder than the music blasting on the stereo, and give him my mission-accomplished face. His lips start to rise up even further, exhibiting his pleased smirk. He gets up from his seat with the blond still wrapped around his waist, and carelessly drops her on her ass on the couch.

  “Ladies, it’s been a real pleasure, but we’re going to have to postpone this little get together.” My brother adds, walking over to the discarded clothes on the floor and throwing them at the remaining naked girls.

  “Speak for yourself. I agree with Carter’s girl over there. The party has just started, and I, for one, am having too much fun to end it just yet. What about you ladies, you still up for a little three-way diversion?” Drew asks the girls who are happily groping him. He gives a quick skim up and down to the girls who were just with Chaz and me. “If you girls don’t mind sharing, I’m happy to finish what my brothers started,” he winks smugly.

  “Bro, I think you can hold off getting your dick wet for a day or so. I don’t want that shit in the house while Freya is here,” I tell him, already doing the opposite of what I promised myself — care for Freya’s fucking feelings when she discarded mine so easily.

  “Then what was the point of this in the first place? Let little miss perfect stay up in her room and listen for all I care,” Drew grunts, also losing his Romeo vibe with just the mention of Freya’s name. You want to know how to get any of my brothers to start seeing red? Talking about Freya does the trick every time. Her name alone is the only trigger we need, to get our blood boiling and obliterating any logic.

  “Drew, man, Princess got the point, okay? No need to instigate it further. She ran away like a bat out of hell, ready to puke her guts out. I’m a happy camper, so quit the shit. If I’m satisfied, so should you,” Chaz affirms, grabbing the beer on the coffee table and taking a quick pull. I don’t miss how Freya’s nickname left his lips so freely. Even when I heard Drew call Freya by it, a jumble of feelings messed with my head. So much so, I couldn’t watch how she reacted. It would hurt too much if she didn’t even recall the endearment attached to the pet name. Even if it was used by my eldest brother with a cruel intention.

  “I’m satisfied,” I add, locking my eyes with Drew, hoping he’ll let this slide.

  “Not even a little bit,” Drew spits out. His eyes are as dark as his sudden mood, showing we’re shit out of luck.

  “Fuck, you’re a vengeful bastard. Whatever. You want to party, party somewhere else.” I step in, tired of this conversation. My twin nods beside me, sharing the same sentiment.

  “So, I see you guys are sharing the same pussy yet again,” Drew barks out and buttons the rest of his shirt to his chest.

  “What-the-fuck-ever. Think whatever you want, bro. But you’re not screwing anyone in this house while Freya’s here. This show was just that, a show to put her in her place. It’s done. So now, I don’t want to think about it, or her, or your grudge for that matter,” Chaz says, already getting the keys to the bikes. He throws me mine, and I hold onto them, not yet ready to leave until these girls and Drew are out of our house too.

  “You’re outvoted on this one man,” I tell him, not budging until he gets the point.

  “Fine.” D
rew exhales. “Ladies, if you follow me, I have two other brothers who are better at partying anyway. You up for a ride?” Drew asks, switching back into his lover persona. It seems that he’s going to finish this at Ty and Mason’s apartment in the city. Good. My eldest brothers will be all too pleased with his little gift of free pussy, but I’ll be even more relieved that he takes this shit out of our house. Couldn’t give two flying fucks where he ends the night, as long as he moves these girls’ asses out of our home.

  “Are they as handsome as you, baby?” The brunette, humping my leg five minutes ago, coos at Drew.

  “Better.” Chaz goads Drew, but the girls seem to like the twins’ reply. Drew gives him the bird, passing by me and slamming his shoulder on mine just to be a dick. I don’t even retaliate and sit my ass back down on the sofa, switching the music off and replacing it with sounds of a car chase on TV. I don’t pay any attention to the show, just trying to relax my tense shoulders, when I hear the bang of our front door closing, announcing our guests’ departure. Chaz and I should go out and grab something to eat too, but I just need a minute to cool down before I attempt to get my ass on top of my Kawasaki. My Ninja demands attention, and since my head isn’t quite there yet, a breather is preferable to eating gravel.

  Chaz falls to the sofa next to me and steals the Corona from my grasp.

  “This summer is going to suck balls, you know that right?” he says, leaning back and finishing the beer in his hands.

  “They’ll get over it. It’s just a few weeks,” I coldly state, pretending I’m too engrossed with the cop show on the screen, to even care about what all of us are about to suffer this summer.

  “You know if Drew is being such a brat about Freya being here, then Tyler and Mason aren’t going to be any better,” Chaz grunts, placing the palms of his hands over his eyes.