The Society

by Michelle Brown

  I carry us back into the bedroom, dripping and still inside her as I fall back onto the bed. Her nails dig into my chest as I grab her hips and begin moving her. There isn’t a better view than Elena Montgomery on top, tits bouncing as she fucks me like a wild woman. When one of her small hands comes around my throat and squeezes gently, as she moves up and down on my cock, I know that she could kill me right now and I wouldn’t even care. Brushing my fingers lightly over her clit, I push her towards her second orgasm. She leans down, mouth crashing against mine as I feel her body tensing and tightening once again, and this time there is no holding out. I grip her hips, and hold her in place as I come, giving her everything I have because she is finally mine. All mine.

  Epilogue

  Six Years Later

  “Planning a wedding and becoming the Mayor of Silvercrest all in the same year, well, you are very busy, Miss Montgomery. I’m sure our readers would be interested to know, which one was more stressful?” a small woman with thick-rimmed glasses and bright pink lipstick asks as she scribbles on a notepad.

  Wearily, I eye the recorder on the coffee table between us. I hate one-on-one interviews, but they were necessary in the line of work. “The elections were definitely a challenge, but I had all the right support behind me. And the same goes for the wedding, I’m lucky to be part of an organiz—I mean, family that takes care of its own. My mother has graciously taken care of any issues that have arisen.”

  It was true, my mother had secured my future with Tristan and helped me move up the ladder in the world of politics. The Society liked to have their fingers in all the pies, and so I was an asset, one they didn’t want to waste. I only had to get my hands dirty every now and again, but that was the price I paid for freedom.

  Leaning forward, the interviewer, I think her name was Carol, places a hand over mine. “You are the youngest female mayor this town has ever had, and if your father was still with us, I’m sure he would be very proud of his daughter following in his footsteps.”

  A soft scoff from the doorway interrupts the interview, and I see Tris standing there, his overalls covered in paint splatters like usual. My father had taken his retirement from the Mayoral Office badly, the loss of control making him spiral until he tried to kill my mother. She knew he would, and she was waiting for it. That’s why she was still here and he wasn’t.

  “Apologies,” I say with a smile to Carol. I can’t resist making an inside joke as I explain, “My father wanted me to become a violinist.”

  “Oh,” she says, looking between the two of us. “Are you a talented musician? My notes say that you are a trained ballet dancer?”

  Nodding, I glare at Tristan when Carol isn’t looking. He always likes to come and watch me when we have guests. It’s like he crawls out of his art studio specifically to watch me squirm. “I am a dancer, but I dance as an outlet, not professionally.”

  Carol looks impressed, understandably so. I’ve spent my whole life working hard, and the last six years have been no different. “Well, you are an exceptionally talented young woman. A degree from Harvard, a doctorate from Stanford, a ballet dancer and a violinist? Do you have any other skills or hobbies we can be in awe of?”

  “She can dig a mean hole,” Tristan murmurs as my mother enters the room. I swear if he makes one more comment, I’m not marrying him next week.

  “He means gardening, she has quite a green finger,” my mother says calmly while Carol scrawls her notes. I flip Tristan off when she isn’t looking, and he blows me a kiss in response. Douchebag.

  “Very impressive,” Carol comments. “As one of your constituents, I must say, I can’t wait to see what you have in store for Silvercrest. I feel like things around here are about to get very exciting in your capable hands.”

  I laugh, catching Tristan’s eye and my mother’s smirk. “Oh Carol, you have no idea.”

  The End

  Acknowledgements

  I want to thank Michelle for letting me be a part of this incredible anthology, it’s enabled me to create a novella that I’m incredibly proud of. Dominique, you are incredible - you have no idea how much your words mean to me. Your help is invaluable. Ashleigh, Sarah, Annamarie and Danielle – you’re all absolute stars. Thank you for being there when I need you.

  About Alice La Roux

  Alice La Roux is a dirty minded, mouthy Welsh author who owes her husband, best friend and sister everything―without them she wouldn’t be writing. She’s a bookworm who reads anything and everything and is addicted to social media, K-dramas and buying candles. If you want to stay in touch and get the latest updates (or just see pictures of her dog) then don’t forget to stalk her!

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  This one is for Jamie.

  Chapter One

  Quinn

  Rolling over, I let out a sigh when I noticed Harlyn’s name lighting up my phone. She was the only one who knew me for the real me, and sometimes I hated that. My natural default was bitch, and it kept everyone in check. I was also one of the richest teenagers in Silvercrest, born into a family where money was more important than family. They had a name for us, The Society, hushed whispers, secrets, and more money than we knew what to do with. My phone started ringing, Harlyn was calling me again. I could only ignore her for so long before she would show up at my door.

  “What do you want? You do realize it’s only eight o’clock, right?” I groaned.

  Laughing, she sounded too chipper when she answered me, “Yeah, hooker I know. Now bring your ass downstairs and open the door. I brought coffee and bagels.”

  Hanging up on her, I padded across the plush white carpet to slip on my white sundress. My mother hated when I wore white, so I did it often just to piss her off. I hadn’t even made it down the stairs when Harlyn began knocking on the door. Silvia, the housekeeper, was nearly there when I called out, “It’s okay Silvia, I’ll get the door. She won’t die from waiting, or maybe she will and do us all a favor.”

  The glare she gave me when I opened the door let me know she heard. Good, I needed to keep her in line since sometimes she forgot her place. I don’t bother to welcome her in, instead I open the door and walk away. She’ll follow, she’s like a puppy that needs to be trained. Placing the coffee cups on the counter, Harlyn drops her ass onto the plush barstool. My mother will hate it when she sees. Those stools are only used for decoration much like eighty percent of the house. Pulling a muffin from the bag, I sigh, if I do manage to eat this all then a purge session will be in order later. This bitch knows my weakness is chocolate chip muffins, and she knows it will go straight to my ass. Winking at me, Harlyn sips her coffee and picks at her own muffin when I push mine away. We have a party coming up and I can’t afford to look like a cow.

  Opening the coffee cup, I look inside and smell it. One can never be too sure that she didn’t poison me. Rolling her eyes, she takes the cup and swallows a mouthful. “Seriously Quinn, if I was going to kill you it wouldn’t be with coffee. I wouldn’t waste the money.”

  Breaking off a piece of muffin, I smile at the sound of my mother’s heels clicking across the floor. The Wicked Witch is alive and well. “Good morning mother,” I call out as she groans.

  “Penelope Quinn. You know that color isn’t flattering, and that processed food will make you fat. You can’t go around looking like… Harlyn here, who obviously doesn’t care how much she weighs.”

  I don’t know how Harlyn does it, but somehow she acts like she didn’t hear the snide comment. “Good morning Mrs. Raynor.” She’s one of those people that believe in killing with kindness. I say just kill them and be done with it all.

  Picking at the muffin in defiance of my mother, I contemplate shoving it down her throat in order to shut her up. Mother doesn’t return the sentiment, and I almost want to call her out on it, yet I don’t because Harlyn is a big girl and can handle herself when she needs to. It’s why we are friends afte
r all, the way she commands respect and her generally happy demeanor. Smiling until my mother leaves the room, Harlyn smirks as she takes a sip of coffee, “You know she’s just pissed that she has to pay for her figure whereas you don’t.”

  I can’t figure out her angle and it frustrates me, is she really paying me a compliment or is she being passive aggressive in her own way? Deciding it’s just a compliment, I offer her a smile, it’s rare coming from me. Usually I only smile when I’m being a bitch to someone or when Sebastian is around. Taking another sip of the coffee, I pull out my phone and slide it across the counter to her, “I like this style. What do you think?” Harlyn’s mouths the word wow and I know that it’s the dress I’ll wear to the ball. Taking my phone back, I grin, “I’m going to pick it up in a bit if you want to come along.”

  Pouring the rest of the drink in the sink, I glance at the muffin and toss it in the trash instead of biting into it like I want to do. I can’t afford to gain weight, otherwise between my mother and The Society, I would be given cold stares and harsh punishments until I became what they wanted. The perfect version of who they needed as the face of The Society.

  Chapter Two

  Sebastian

  Fucking hell. Glaring at my father’s back, I wait for him to continue with his demands. This entire life we lived was poison, the slow killing kind instead of the quick sting of a scorpion and instant relief as you croaked. “You will attend, and your whore will not be allowed. Am I clear?” he snapped. Nodding, I died a bit inside, “Perfectly.”

  Grinning as if he wasn’t just threatening me five minutes ago, he waved me off, his own whore walking into the room as I turned to leave. I don’t bother calling Katy, instead I grab my keys and speed out of the drive as I make my way to her. She won’t mind since living alone in the school housing gets boring. Knocking on her door, I wait for her to answer. When she doesn’t within a couple minutes, I knock louder thinking she could still be sleeping. Out of breath, Katy answers after what feels like hours. Her hair is a rattled mess, and she attempts to tame it as she holds her robe closed with one hand. Tilting my head, I study her before I bypass her completely to enter the small apartment.

  “Bad news Katy, Nathaniel isn’t allowing you to attend the ball. You will need a new plan to get in,” I explain as I stretch out on the couch. Slamming the door closed, she grows in frustration, “You know I have to be there. It’s the only way for this to work.” Nodding I click on the television, “I know. I’ll figure something out, even if we have to get you in as a server.”

  Making a face, she starts the coffee pot, “No, I can’t do that. Quinn wouldn’t let me live that one down and she would make it known who I was before I got what I needed.” The door to the bedroom opens and I hear her feet stomping her way into the kitchen, “What the fuck Katy? Who the hell is he?” Looking back at him over my shoulder, I wave and grin which only pisses the girl off more, “Sebastian Johnson.” I can feel her stare and I wink at her as I go back to the television. Once Katy’s calmed her down, the woman leaves the door slamming behind her. Guess it wasn’t calm enough.

  “Should have eaten her out, she’d have been in a better mood then,” I offer as she sits on the couch next to me with her cat mug. Rolling her eyes at me, she places the cup down and leans back. Her robe falling open when she does. “I guess. You could have offered too.”

  Shaking my head at her, I groan as she licks her lip and fingers, “You know my dick only knows the feel and taste of Quinn.” Her name is like acid on Katy’s lust filled body, snapping her out of her haze, “Heaven forbid you do anything that doesn’t make little miss prissy bitch happy.” My hand acts on its own, her words mixed with the anger I felt earlier have me acting out, “Watch it. I would hate to ruin everything about you just because you want to be jealous.”

  My phone chirps with a text from Quinn at that moment, a picture loads and I stare as her image fills my screen. Quinn and Harlyn in ball gowns, grins on their faces, and it makes me feel like the asshole everyone makes me out to be knowing her ball night will be ruined.

  Chapter Three

  Quinn

  The smile on my face drops as I wait for Sebastian to respond, the three dots dancing on my screen and then disappearing. Glancing down at the dress, it fuels the anger building inside of me at his brush off. Taking off the gown, I stalk through the store until I find the more risque choices. There’s a black and red gown that grabs my attention, pulling the hanger off the rack, I snap at the woman who’s taken it upon herself to follow me, “This one, have it fitted and ready to go by the weekend.”

  She huffs and stalks away as I begin to step into the puddle of gown at my feet. The fabric plunges in the middle, the cups barely holding my breasts from being uncovered. Spinning in the dress, I smirk when I see the other women staring. The silk fabric feels wonderful against my legs as the skirt swooshes revealing the red underneath. “Ma’am, I’m sorry but that dress won’t be ready by the weekend, the designer makes all of them custom.” I hear Harlyn whisper, oh shit as I turn to the store worker.

  “Who’s the designer?” I question, my stare never faltering. Rattling off a name I know, I reach for my phone already dialing her home phone. “Giselle, darling, your black and red silk number down at Vinnik’s, I want it. Tomorrow? Sure thing, I’ll swing by for a fitting,” throwing my phone to Harlyn, I look at the ladies staring at me. “We will be going now, pleasure doing business with you.” Handing over my credit card, I ignore them as they set about packaging my dress once the store manager comes over to say Giselle will have my dress fitted and ready for me.

  Changing back into my clothes, I swipe a coat of gloss on my lips, Sebastian still hasn’t replied, and it pisses me off. I know he wasn’t a fan of our union when it was forced on us, but I thought we had grown since then. The conversation replays in my head from that night five years ago. We were barely old enough to know what sex was and here were our parents setting our lives and dreams on fire.

  It was written in the stars, stamped with the family crest, and set into motion long before either of us had any idea what marriage even was. I remember the day I met him, Sebastian Clay Johnson. He would grow up to be every bit of a wet dream. At least until he spoke and acted like he was better than me. That was five years ago, now he knew every inch of my body and every sound I made when I came now. He also knew my every weakness. Sebastian was a fucking prick, a bad boy with an even worse fuck everyone attitude, at 5’8” he towered over me. That didn’t stop me from licking every tattoo that covered his arms when we fucked.

  “Harlyn, what are you doing today? Are you going to hook up with that Winston later?” I question, the wheels spinning in my head. Shrugging, she grabs our things and heads for the door. When she first told me about him, I was shocked that she would do such a thing, then impressed. Sliding into the front seat, I start the car and head for her house, “Have you let him put it in your ass yet?”

  Laughing, she tries to turn the subject, her innocence like a flashing disco light compared to my darkness. The girl had been my best friend since we were kids, how her innocence survived that long around someone like me, I’d never understand. Parking in front of her house, I offer a quick wave as she climbs out with her dress. The butler taking the garment bag from her before she ever reaches the top step. Putting the car in gear, I glance down at my phone and let out a scream as I slowly creep down the driveway. The only thing that makes sense in my life is Sebastian. Lately, not even he has been a guarantee. Not since the new girl moved into the school housing. I don’t know what’s going on there, but I’ll find out and make her life hell.

  By passing my own driveway, I keep going until I reach the Johnson house. The thing is obnoxious, my own house is huge, Sebastian’s is a mansion. I don’t bothering knocking as I reach the front door; I don’t even remember the last time that was considered proper for me to do, maybe before we were engaged at thirteen.

  “Good morning, Ms. Quinn,” Julianna welcome
s me. Giving her a warm smile, I point towards the stairs, “Is he busy?” Confusion mars her face, at a loss for words she looks around before she whispers, “He left early today. Mr. Johnson wasn’t happy after his meeting with his father. I overheard a mention of a woman’s name.”

  I wait for her to continue, to explain who the woman was, when she doesn’t I pat her arm, “Thanks. I’ll wait for him then.”

  Chapter Four

  Sebastian

  Spending the day with Katy makes me feel normal, as if she isn’t a huge factor in the grand scheme of things, but just a friend who doesn’t care what my bank account looks like. It’s nearly dark outside when I leave, the day spent catching up on our lives, and television. Giving Katy a quick peck on the cheek, I leave and head home, hoping that my father is gone on business. On the drive home, I dial Quinn’s number and wait for her to answer. When she doesn’t, I call Harlyn, “Hey Har, do you know where Quinn is?” I can hear a guy in the background, but when she hears Quinn’s name she tells him to hush. “Nope, she dropped me off hours ago. She didn’t say where she was going. Try your house, she was in a mood so I doubt she went home.”

  Hanging up, I head home and see her car sitting in the driveway. I sigh in relief that she’s somewhere safe unlike in the past when she would drive to the beach in the middle of the night just to think without telling anyone. Walking into the house, I pretend not to notice the look of disgust that Julianna gives me. If she had looked at my father that way he would have fired her on the spot, I know she means well, having stepped in to be my nanny when my mother left.