Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
I can’t get off, and I’m supposed to wait around for him to call? What kind of test is this?
The thought of my mother being right pisses me off more than anything. He won’t love me. It’ll be all about sex. I don’t mind him using me for sex as long as I’m the only woman he sleeps with. The thought of him being with anyone else makes me sick. But that’s crazy, right? Lords aren’t faithful. Once we take our vows, he’s free to fuck whoever he wants. I’m the one that’ll be tied to him, not the other way around. And he can pass me around to anyone he wants, so why would he only fuck me? I’ll be the best fucking whore he’s ever had. I’ll make sure he never needs another woman. No matter what I have to do to show my devotion.
After I finish getting ready, I hide the box he left me underneath my bed so my mother doesn’t find it. I wouldn’t put it past her to snoop through my room.
I start to walk down the stairs, but stop when I hear my father’s voice. “What the fuck happened?” he whisper-shouts. I can tell he’s trying to be quiet, but he wants to yell.
“I didn’t do it,” someone responds tightly.
It’s Adam. My twin brother.
We look nothing alike. He has my father’s green eyes and lighter hair. I got the dark hair and blue eyes just like our mom. Except you’d never know because she bleaches her hair these days.
“Well, I received a phone call that you were last seen with her.” Our father goes on. “How do you explain that?”
Adam sighs, and as I slowly start to descend the stairs to try to get a better vantage point to eavesdrop on them, the front doors open.
“Hey, hottie.” My friend enters, spotting me on the stairs. “Hey, Mr. Price.” She looks ahead down the hallway and winks at my father.
I roll my eyes. She’s obsessed with every man she sees. But I’m jealous. I envy her. Her father isn’t a Lord. She attends Barrington University. We’re both seniors this year, and she’s been sleeping her way through school since freshman year.
You don’t have to be a Lord to attend Barrington. Men and women from all around the world come to the university. It’s where the wealthy and elite send their children for what they consider the only acceptable education. It’s a lie, really. The parents pay millions to make it look like their kids are smart. But they really skip their classes and party nonstop while the professors give them A’s.
“I’m out,” my brother announces, taking the opportunity that Marie just gave him to end his conversation with our father.
“Son—”
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Adam calls out, rushing out the double doors.
I come to a stop and turn to see my father. His eyes look me up and down in disappointment. I overheard his conversation with Saint. It was embarrassing. To hear your father tell another man that you’re a whore. Would I be if I didn’t have to be a virgin? Most likely.
But I’ve wanted to give my V-card to Saint for years. I just wish it didn’t have to be this way. I hate the world my parents have forced us to live in.
He steps forward. “Ashtyn…”
“I’m going out with Marie, and I’ll be staying at my place tonight,” I inform him, giving him my back and also rushing out. Marie doesn’t know about the Lords, and I’d rather she didn’t find out about the sick and twisted rituals that make up the secret society.
Rushing down the steps to her car, we both fall into it. We sit for a second until she looks over at me. “Everything okay?”
I nod. “Yep. Where are we going?”
Smiling, she answers, “to the woods.”
I grew up in Pennsylvania. Been here all my life. So I might be biased, but it’s gorgeous. There’s nowhere I’d rather live. I’m not really sure what I want to do with the rest of my life, but it doesn’t matter anyway. I’ll be married off to a Lord of my father’s choosing and then I’ll be his faithful Lady. I’ll cook, clean, suck his cock, and raise his children. It’s what’s expected of us. We don’t get to have a career or drive to succeed. We serve our Lords just like the Lords serve their society.
We take the winding roads and climb the hills as she takes us to the spot where everyone parties. Senior year has officially started at Barrington, and everyone is ready to party it up. Every night of the week. It doesn’t matter that classes have started. The professors get paid to pass us, not teach us. Most students have families that already run multibillion-dollar companies, so they don’t need the education. They need the diploma to put on their wall once Daddy hands them the company to make it look like they worked hard for their position.