Chapter Sixteen
Bridgette
It’s been almost three weeks since that night at the Putnam Manor. I’ve tried countless times for Maggie to hear me out, but she has a way of completely evading me. When she can’t avoid me, she pretends like she can’t see or hear me. A little childish, but very effective because I’ve completely given up. I don’t know why I was fighting or what I was even fighting for. Maybe everything happened for a reason. Maybe it was a sign that whatever…phase I was going through is over and I need to refocus my goals.
My phone lights up on my bathroom counter as I finish my mascara when my number one goal flashes across the screen.
Asher: Meet me at the Parris Dorm in twenty. Wear something slutty.
I frown for a moment. Why do I need to meet him at the Parris dorm? If he wants a quick fuck, I’m housed in Stroughton. Which, believe me, is not convenient to be housed in Jeremy’s family’s dorm. As if he wasn’t everywhere I looked already. I haven’t full blown told him to fuck off because he could prove himself to be useful if things with Asher don’t work out. Not that I’m letting that register as a remote possibility.
Peeling off the outfit I was wearing, I walk into my closet before grabbing my tried and true slutty little black dress. Every girl should have two LBDs. One for dinner parties, dates, and nights out, and another when you’re trying to bag the most eligible bachelor in town.
I pair my dress with a pair of black stilettos that pinch my toes, but they are so worth it. Moving to the bathroom, I wipe off the nude colored lipstick I was going to go with today and I smear on my favorite red. Something about red lipstick just makes you feel sexy, more confident.
Throwing my keys into my purse, I text Asher back as I head out the door.
Me: On my way, baby.
I’m pushing the limits with the baby and I know it, but he doesn’t correct me or scold me, so that’s something. It takes me almost no time to get to Gallows Hill. I park in the lot near the Parris dorm before locking my car and heading through the quad. Move in day was technically last week, but most don’t like to stay on campus unless we have to. Or in my case, most parents want their kids home until the first day of classes.
I can’t fucking wait for classes tomorrow.
Maggie moved out as soon as the dorms opened. She couldn’t get out fast enough. Whether that was to get away from her mother, me, or maybe both of us, I don’t know. I couldn’t lie; a small part of me hurt as I watched her drive away from my bedroom window. It was like she was leaving me behind.
Shaking my head, I step through the propped open door and find Asher leaned up against the elevator. He’s typing on his phone when he looks up at me. His eyes run over me before his gaze comes back to my eyes. He doesn’t look as pleased as I’d hoped, but I keep a seductive smile in place, nonetheless.
Pushing away from the wall, he closes the distance between us before gripping my chin in his hand. His thumb brushes against my bottom lip as he nods.
“Good color on you.”
Butterflies practically race through me. Compliments from Asher are few and far between. That’s what makes them so special when he does give them.
“C’mon,” he says as he moves to the elevators, hitting the button as the doors swing open.
I nod and step inside with him as he presses level seven before the doors close.
“So, what are we doing in the Parris dorm?” I ask.
Asher’s eyes stay on his phone as he continues typing away on the keyboard.
“Going to welcome my fiancée to Gallows Hill U,” he says casually.
My smile drops at that, my heart physically cracking in my chest.
“Fiancée?” I rasp. “You’re…you’re engaged?”
“Unfortunately.”
What the fuck. How is this happening? I mean, all the men of the Brethren get engaged sooner than later. Especially the Legacies, but it’s usually after graduation. I thought I had more time. I thought…
“Unfortunately? Like you don’t like her?” I ask.
Maybe there is some hope.
His face is blank as he looks up from his phone to me.
“I’ve never met her. My father is sending her by now.”
My brows furrow as we step out of the elevator and walk down the hallway, stopping at the last door. He waves a key card in front of the reader and the lock whirs open before he steps through into a dorm room. Shit. This isn’t like any of the dorms that I’ve stayed in before. Gallows Hill University obviously caters to Salem’s elite. Naturally, our accommodations far surpass what other schools may have, but this…this is something else entirely. The room is easily twice the size of everyone else’s. The closet is bigger too, and I can tell by just the side of the bathroom door that the bathroom must be massive. This room isn’t Asher’s, he’s always housed at the Putnam dorm. So, what? This is hers? Fucking bitch.
“So, why do you want me here? To meet your fiancée?” I ask, the word heavy on my tongue.
Asher shuts the door before closing the distance between me. His hands grip my hips, squeezing tight as he lowers his head.
“You’re going to help me greet her,” he says before his mouth latches onto my neck.
I can’t help but let out a needy moan as he begins kissing and sucking on the sensitive part of my neck. His lips trail up and down my flesh, nipping and biting at me as his hands move down and grip my ass. I turn practically limp in his arms, desperate for anything he’s willing to give me.
I feel his hands begin to lift my dress, and I raise my arms to let him. The dress has a built-in bra that pushes my boobs to the sky, so no need for one. In an instant, I’m left standing in nothing but a silk thong and my heels. Asher pulls back to admire the sight before his eyes darken, his mouth latching around one of my nipples. Another moan escapes me as I tilt my head back and cry out.
“Fuck! Yes, baby. More!” I beg.
Of course, he doesn’t give me more. Instead, he pulls away, practically shoving me onto the bed before forcing me to bend over. His hands grip my thong, tearing it down my legs as I kick off my shoes.
I hear the jingling of Asher’s belt and pants before he pushes inside me. Thankfully, I’m fucking soaked because, I mean, it’s Asher Putnam. He’s fucking gorgeous. A moan rips through me as he begins savagely fucking me.
“God, you’re such a slut. Always so fucking soaked for me,” Asher grunts.
“Always, baby. I love your cock,” I whimper.
He doesn’t say anything in response and he doesn’t need to. He easily slides in and out of me, pounding away at my g-spot in a rhythm that is going to send me flying over the edge in seconds at this rate. I whimper and moan as he continues fucking me, his hand slapping against my ass several times before the sound of the door opening registers in my ears.
Guess this was the greeting he was hoping for. I ramp up the theatrics, almost to the point of pornographic, as I cry out and moan before turning my head to set eyes on his so-called fiancée. I give her a satisfied smile as she looks at us in horror. Good. I hope it kills her to see her fiancé having the time of his life balls deep in me. I hope it guts her to know that he is already more than satisfied. That she is not only not needed, but not wanted.
I can’t lie. I fucking hate how pretty she is. Her hair is long and blonde, not a hair out of place. Her bright green eyes are like sparkling gems to match her flawless skin and full lips. I don’t see why Christopher would have picked her for Asher. Doesn’t he know his son at all? Asher loves a woman who is confident, sexy. Not one that wears a brown pencil skirt tucked into a white long sleeved shirt that doesn’t even show an inch of cleavage. A prude? That’s who Asher has to marry? At least I know one thing for sure, I’ll definitely be keeping his cock warm for the foreseeable future, and that’s a foothold I’ll gladly hold on to.
The girl scrambles, quickly rushing out of the room. Good. Bye bitch. Stay the fuck away from my man.
“Where are you going?” Asher asks, keeping his eyes facing forward.
“Sorry. I must have the wrong room. I’m Skyla Parris.”
My head turns away from her as my eyes round. What the fuck? Henry Parris’ daughter? The one he’s kept away for years? I think the last time she was in Salem was fifteen or sixteen years ago. What the fuck is she doing back?
Asher pushes into me deeper than before, a deep groan escaping him that forces a breathy whimper out of me before he speaks.
“Stay,” he says, confusing me for a moment as to who he is talking to before he taps my ass.
“You, get dressed and get the fuck out of here.”
I don’t let my hurt show, and I certainly won’t let this bitch see an ounce of weakness. So, I smile happily as Asher slips out of me, stepping into my panties and sliding on my dress and heels before turning to face Asher. I lean in to kiss him when he whips his head away, wrapping his hand around my bicep, as he practically drags me out of the room. I struggle to keep up while also maintaining my composure before he opens the door and shoves me out, slamming it back in my face.
I startle at the sharp thud before I press my ear against the door. Everything is built so thickly I can hardly hear anything, but I do my best.
“So, you’re the Parris princess,” Asher says.
She says something that I can’t quite make out before he begins speaking. I only catch a few words before she speaks again.
“Asher?” she asks like she had no idea who she was looking at.
Seriously, who the fuck is this girl? How could she not know him?
I miss a few more things that they say before he snarls.
“Put it on and don’t take it off.”
Suddenly, the door opens. I scramble to the side, but Asher still slams right into me as the door shuts.
“What the fuck?” he snaps. “I told you to get the fuck out of here.”
“I wanted to wait for you. She’s awful,” I sneer. “Do you want to go somewhere else? Finish what we started?” I ask as I rest my hand on his chest.
He snatches my wrist, tossing it to my side, as he shakes his head.
“I want you to fuck off when I tell you to. I’ll text you when I need a wet hole to slip into. Other than that, stay the fuck out of my way.”
He storms past me, my stomach turns as I watch him jam his finger into the elevator button and step inside, forcing the doors closed before I even take a step. I try to push down my hurt. This is how Asher is. He’s in his playboy era. He will settle down eventually and when he does, he will realize I’m the best option for him. That we could be so beneficial to each other. It just takes time. He will come around.