Epilogue
Her hand shakes slightly as it rests in mine, but it’s not nerves. Both of us look as dangerous as we feel.
My new suit, courtesy of G, is sharp. Pitch black. And clean.
It also matches my wife’s.
Our hair is slicked back. Shoes polished to a glistening sheen so glaring, it’ll cut the room’s eyes if they stare too long.
I clear my throat. “Ready?”
Scout trails her eyes up my chest to greet my face and I try to keep my dick from jumping behind my zipper. No use. The way she’s looking at me reminds me of the first time I kissed her.
“Always ready.”
I nod once. “Let’s do this.”
We push open the doors and I, with a slight limp, stroll straight to the head of the long conference table. The deans of the Pairing Oversight Tribunal shift nervously in their seats.
“Good morning, team. As you know, I’m the student representative of the committee. You know my co-representative, Mrs. Scout Griffin. We have urgent business to discuss.”
The men glance at one another, then settle in as Scout and I take our seats.
“First, we appreciate your dedication to the Seven’s cause of appointing sorority sisters to their chosen brothers. However, things are due for a change—”
“Excuse me, Apollo. The Tribunal has been given the duty of choosing these appointments. Not student representatives.”
“Correct, Dean Sutherland. However, the new bylaws I signed, written by President Damon herself, state that the student representatives may appoint a student run tribunal to accompany the votes of the POT’s decisions.”
They look at me with worried, confused stares. I smile gently.
“Meaning, the student tribunal now has veto power.”
“You and Mrs. Griffin?” Dean Sutherland scoffs, as if the two of us can be bullied by the rest of them.
“Yes. Me and Mrs. Griffin… And the team of student leaders we have selected. Enter!” I call out, waving my hand at the empty chairs lining the room.
Ryan Cardell and his appointed Pippi Freidenberg stroll in, leather jackets. Spiky hair. Followed by Aiden Cardell, looking stoic, and his wife, Ashlyn, who’s smiling like she’s coming to ruin everyone’s lives.
It was like pulling teeth to get Ryan, but Aiden was a big help for that. At the back of the pack is the interim-appointed Beta president, Nimish Dharya, and his appointed, Iota president, Lakshmi Patel.
“This is preposterous! Eight of you?”
“To equal the eight of you,” Scout says with such confidence, the entire room swivels their heads toward her. “Now, who’s on the agenda for today? Shall we get started?”
As soon as the meeting ends, Scout and I wait for everyone to leave. I’m still perched at the head of the table, where I successfully monitored every pairing by asking each student member if there were any objections.
Word has already spread. Our Greek members are approaching us, stating who they think they’re getting appointed to. Some have complaints. Others have requests. And we’re in charge now…
The doors shut. Scout turns to me, her shoulders finally relaxing.
She rips off her suit coat and squeals. “We fucking did it!”
I grab her face between my palms, my grin uncontainable. “We’re in charge now.”
“We’re in charge now,” she repeats as we both laugh. “What’s our next move, stallion? The presidency?”
My abs shake with a chuckle. “I love you. And, sure. Give me a few months, and we’ll come up with a good plan.” I tap my lips to hers and lower my voice. “And burn this place to the ground.”
Her eyes dart to the side. “Shh! Cameras in here…”
I quirk an eyebrow. “You started this.” Remembering the surveillance in our apartment. The times these sick fucks probably watched us together. Making love… A mischievous need rises inside me. “Bend over. Let’s give them another show.”
“Another—”
Before she can blink, I grip her hips, turning over her until her ass rubs against my crotch. She squirms. Firming me right up. Snagging her hair, I spot the camera on the far wall in the corner. Perfect angle. Perfect shot.
“We’re fucking up your conference room.” I loosen my belt. Unzip as Scout whimpers. She reaches down to shimmy her thighs, pulling her dress up, but she’s wearing stockings.
Hand full of the netted material, I rip a hole near her pussy. “We’re fucking up your plans,” I grit out as I stroke myself, aiming for my wife’s wetness. Hooking a finger in her panties, I shove them aside.
My hand reaches around to the front of her throat to hold her back against my chest. She grunts as I give one swift thrust inside her. My hips take on a life of their own as I pound deep.
I lift my gaze to the camera. Let them see it while I press my lips against her cheeks and whisper, “Say it, baby. Tell them.”
“We’re fucking up your society!” she screams, and I clamp down on her neck with a tight grip.
As she comes undone, all over me, pulsing, writhing, shaking…I kiss her, stealing the breath from her lungs and pulling it into mine.
I surge forward one last time, filling my wife, my love, with everything I have.
“And then?” Gripping Scout’s chin, we both stare dead at the camera.
“Then, we’re coming for you.”
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