Society Girls: Rhieve Read online

  We say goodbye to the reporter, and walk to the car together. Once there, I kiss his cheek, and turn to walk away. I know he can’t follow me without making a scene, and since the reporter’s still watching, he won’t do that. I made it look like this was a planned parting, and he can’t do a damned thing about it.

  I ignore my phone, which is blowing up with texts, missed calls, and voicemails, as I make my way to Norwich. I still have the keys to his apartment, so I change there, grabbing one of his suit jackets to cover myself for the drive to the club. I’m not great at driving on the opposite side of the road, but I manage to not hit anything on my way there.

  They let me in at the gate, because I’m the owner’s “woman” but I valet instead of parking in the garage this time. I don’t have him with me for the scans, and I’m not looking for special treatment tonight anyway. I’m going in through the front, and requesting a bracelet other than my diamond one, because tonight is for me, and not part of the game I’m playing for the public.

  “I’d like a green anklet please,” I tell the woman behind the reception desk.

  “I can’t give you that,” she says, her eyes going so wide I’m afraid she may burst something.

  “Sure you can.”

  “I-I can’t.”

  “Is there a problem here?”

  I turn and see Guil behind me, one eyebrow cocked at us. “I simply want a green anklet.”

  He looks to the ceiling, and then gestures for me to follow him down the hall towards the offices. I don’t want to talk to him, but I know the girl isn’t going to honor my request unless Guil tells her to, so I walk behind him to an office next to Calum’s. He waits until the door’s closed behind me to speak.

  “What did he do?”

  “I’m not talking to you about this.”

  “You don’t want a green one.”

  “I do.”

  “So, you want to be gang banged or ass-fucked without anyone asking your permission?”

  “What?”

  “Green means you’re up for anything, no questions asked.”

  “I thought consent was required here.”

  “Green is consent. Now with yellow, they have to ask what you want—and don’t want.”

  “Oh. Well, yellow then.”

  “You sure?”

  “I came here because I want to get rid of all the sexual tension that’s been building inside of me.”

  “Calum would happily take care of that for you if you’d just forgive him. He really didn’t set out to hurt you. Neither one of us did.”

  “I did forgive him, and then…then something else happened today. I want to lose myself for a few hours before I have to pretend I can stand to be in the same room with him again.”

  He studies me for a moment, and then shakes his head. “He’s going to kill me, but okay. I’ll give you a yellow anklet.”

  “Thank you.”

  We walk back down the hallway, and he gets me the anklet. I smile, shrug the jacket off my shoulders, hand it to him, and walk in. “Aw fuck, I am so dead,” he says on a groan as I wink at him.

  Calum

  I’ve given up on finding Rhieve for the moment, and am rehashing how big of a clusterfuck my day was. When Julia attacked me in my office, I kissed her back for a moment, so I could get her to let her guard down. Once she was relaxed, I twisted her around, and took her to the floor, her hands behind her back, and my knee on her spine.

  She thought it was some sort of new sex game, but I let her know in no uncertain terms that if she ever tried anything with me again, I would make sure she paid for what she did to Rhieve, both in the past and also recently. She tried to reason with me when I told her she’s banned from Thorns, and then she started threatening me. I laughed in her face, and called security to throw her out the back door.

  When I got downstairs, planning to apologize to Rhieve for being late, my car wasn’t there. I called my driver, and he informed me she told him to go without me. I was pissed, because I’m doing everything I can to make things right with us, and she just doesn’t care.

  The interview and photoshoot were ridiculous, and how she left me on the curb made me want to punch things. Lots of things. When my phone rings, and I see it’s Guil, I remember I need to tell him about Julia being banned so he can notify them in Norwich before he comes back here to London.

  “Hey, I was going to call you later.”

  “Yeah well, you need to get your ass down here now.”

  “Shit. Did Julia show up? I revoked her membership today.”

  “Good, but no, she’s not here. Your fiancé is.”

  I’m already up, and in my elevator before I know I’m even moving. “Rhieve’s there?”

  “Yep, and she wanted green.”

  “You didn’t give it to her.” It’s not a question, because he’s my best friend, and he knows I love her.

  “No, but I gave her a yellow.”

  “You have a death wish?”

  “If I did, I wouldn’t have arranged for your helicopter pilot to meet you on the roof right about now.”

  I’ve just reached the lobby, so I stay on the elevator and push the button for the roof this time. “Why is she there? Did she say?”

  “She’s pissed at you, and she said it’s not about the whole Chet thing. What did you do to her today?”

  “I didn’t do anything today. I was dealing with Julia, and then she took off in my car. She wasn’t herself at the magazine thing, and then she left me on the sidewalk after.”

  “Did she see you with Julia?”

  I want to say no, but then I stop to think about things. Things like my temporary assistant looking guilty when I rushed from my office to meet Rhieve. And how she made me use mouthwash before kissing her. She said it’s because I had onion breath, and I went along with it even though I hadn’t eaten any onions. My heart rate kicks up as I make my way onto the roof, and run to the waiting helicopter.

  “She must’ve. Damn it. I need to talk to her, and explain. I don’t care what color she has on, you let it be known if anyone touches her, they’re out. And maybe not breathing.”

  “That’s not the way the club works. You’re going to piss them off.”

  “I don’t care. Let them all fucking leave if they don’t like it, but no one touches Rhieve.”

  “I’ll let them know. See you soon.”

  I hang up and give my pilot the go-ahead to take off. The forty-five-minute flight feels more like forty-five hours. As soon as we touch down on the roof of the club, I’m out the door. Guil is waiting, and I take a swing at him. He reels back, holding his jaw.

  “What the fuck?”

  “You gave her an anklet, and now you’re up here instead of down there making sure she’s safe. I’d do more than punch you if I had time.”

  “The five guys who were circling her left when I told them to back off. They said they may not come back, but since you don’t care…”

  “I don’t.”

  “Anyway, after that, she knew something was up, and called me some choice names. Last I saw, she was in the viewing area outside the Bath room.”

  Which means she’s turned on. Pissed off and turned on. If I can convince her I didn’t do anything wrong, I’m possibly in for the hottest fucking of my life. I push past him, and run down the stairs, ignoring everyone else as I go to find my woman.

  She’s where Guil said she was, her hands on the glass as she watches what’s going on inside. Since she hasn’t seen me yet, I take a moment to look at her reflection in the glass. She’s got on some black lace corset thing that has her tits pressed together like an offering. There are black ribbons barley holding up the top, and then crossing again in the middle. She’s got on tiny panties that barely cover her ass, and garters are holding up her black stockings. It’s all going to be in shreds once I’m done with her.

  I’m pissed now, realizing how many people saw her like this. That damn yellow is glowing on her ankle, and I reach down to
yank it off before pressing my body into hers. “You need to listen to me.”

  She stiffens, but doesn’t fight me, which lets me know just how turned on she is. “I hate you.”

  “I was getting rid of Julia. I’m guessing you saw me when I kissed her back for a moment so she’d let down her guard. If you’d stayed around to confront me, you’d have seen that.”

  “I didn’t want to wait around to see you take her on the floor.”

  I reach around to cup her tits, squeezing them as I answer her. “I took her to the floor, but not how you mean.”

  “Oh, did she suck you off?” she asks, moving against me, despite the anger in her tone.

  I slide my hands down to grip her hips as I thrust against her. “She would have, but no. I told her to stay out of our lives.”

  “You did?”

  I slide one hand down to cup her mound, feeling how soaked her panties are. “Yes, and I told her she can’t come to the clubs anymore.”

  “Why?”

  “Because she’s toxic, and she’s hurt the woman I love, over and over again.”

  “You’ve hurt me.”

  “I know,” I say, sneaking my fingers under her lace to stroke her clit. “I’m the one hurting right now, though. You shouldn’t be here in this…whatever it is you’re wearing.”

  “I bought it to wear just for you, but then I was mad…and sexually frustrated. I need to come.”

  I pull her back from the window so her arms are almost straight against it. Then, I drop to my knees in front of her. “I’m going to take care of you while you watch them, because I know how much you love to watch. After you come on my mouth, we’re going to my office, and you’re going to let me fuck you, and take away my hurt. Are you okay with that?”

  “Yes.”

  I lean forward and lick her through the lace as she moans. “What are you watching, Rhieve. What’s making you so hot and wet. Tell me while I eat you.”

  “A woman. She’s on a lounger. There are two men and one woman with her,” she says, moving against my mouth as I push her panties aside and eat her like the special treat she is.

  I stop my licking, and sucking for a moment. “What are they doing to her, love?”

  “The woman is kissing her while pinching one nipple. Oh God, that feels so good.”

  “Go on,” I say, sliding two fingers into her.

  “One of the men is sucking on her other nipple. Biting it, too.”

  “And the other man?”

  “He’s fucking her. I watched her come twice on his mouth already, but none of them are stopping. They keep making her come. Don’t stop, Cabe.”

  Oh, there’s no chance of that. I fuck her with my fingers while I continue to lick, suck, and kiss her lips and clit. She’s leaning forward now, rubbing her tits on the glass, and it’s one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen. She knows she’ll fall forward if she lets go of the glass, but she needs to have her nipples played with. I move my fingers faster and harder into her, knowing she’s ready, and then she’s coming all over me.

  Before I can stop her, she drops to her knees, too, and kisses me hard. “She came when I did. That was so hot. Oh my God, Cabe.”

  “You are such a dirty girl. My dirty girl.”

  “Let’s go to your office so I can show you just how dirty I am.”

  I grab her waist, and throw her over my shoulder as I stand. She squeals and then laughs. All that laughter is gone once we get to my office. We don’t come out for two hours, and only then it’s because she feels bad that my pilot’s been waiting on us. We make out during the short ride back to London, and then continue where we left off for the rest of the night and into the morning. And yeah, I thought everything before with her was the hottest of my life, but this night surpasses it all.

  18

  Rhieve

  I wake up to Calum sucking lightly on my nipple, and I pull his head up to kiss him. It’s been three nights since we started having sex again, and while we’re closer again, it’s not enough. He’s still hiding things from me, and I need that to stop.

  “We need to talk.”

  “I know,” he says, dropping his head to my shoulder.

  “There are things you’re still keeping from me, and unless this is just going to be about sex, I think I deserve to know.”

  “I don’t know how to tell you without hurting you.”

  “I can survive almost anything if you’re here with me. Just don’t walk away from me again, and we’ll be good.”

  He sits up, pulling some pillows behind him, and then helps me do the same. Taking my hand in his, he intertwines our fingers, and looks down at them as he begins to speak. “We didn’t leave the States because my dad had better business opportunities here. He already had more money than God, but he also had a bad marriage. You know he cheated on my mom with Chet’s mom, but my mom was cheating, too. With your dad.”

  I gasp, and his fingers tighten on mine. “That explains so much. My dad withdrew from everything but work around that time. Wait, is he the reason she committed suicide?”

  “She didn’t.”

  “What? Did your…did your father kill her?”

  He still won’t look at me, but I can see him swallow hard. “No. I did. I killed her.”

  No. “Cabe, what are you talking about. You were just a boy when she died.” I know logically that children can kill, but he wasn’t…he wouldn’t.

  “My father had found out about the affair, and even though he had his own lovers, he was going to destroy her. It was her choice for us to move to England. She said she’d go far away from you father. She said…she said we would never talk to your family again. I heard her, and I got angry. You were my best friend, and I loved you more than I loved them. They were outside by the pool, and I ran over. I told them I wouldn’t leave you. They laughed and told me I had no choice. My mother…my mother said you were a stupid little girl, and I’d forget you. I got so angry, Rhi. I-I pushed her. Hard. I pushed her, and she fell into the pool.”

  “Oh my God.”

  “She had taken a bunch of pain pills and been drinking, so she didn’t even try to stop the fall, and when she hit her head on the bottom, she blacked out. I was scared to move, scared of what I’d done, and my father just watched it with a smile on his face. When I finally tried to jump in, he picked me up and pulled me away.”

  “That bastard.”

  “He was.”

  “It was an accident, Cabe, and I am so very sorry I wasn’t there to help you make it better then.”

  He tries to let go of my hand then, but I hold firm. “You would’ve looked at me like the monster I am.”

  “If you’d actually look at me, you’d see I’m not looking at you any differently.”

  His eyes meet mine. “He told me every day that it was my fault. He told me she was dead because I cared more about you than her. That if I hadn’t had you for a friend, none of the bad stuff would’ve happened.”

  “That’s why you stopped talking to me.”

  “Yeah. I tried to ignore him, but when he saw the last letter you sent…before…he became enraged, and he beat me. I didn’t care about the physical pain, Rhi, I promise. I would take a million beatings for you. It was the words, the things he said about you and how you’d hate me. I couldn’t stand it if you hated me. I hated myself already, but you were always the bright light that shone just for me, and I couldn’t bear for that light to go out.”

  “Never. I could never hate you. You make my crazy, and angry, and I might want to punch or shoot you, but hate has never come into play, and it never will.”

  “I became my mother—and I guess my father—once I got old enough to understand what sex was and how to use it. I slept with so many people who meant nothing to me. It sounds so bad, but it’s true. You need to understand that I never forgot you, and I never once thought anyone else could have my heart, but I wasn’t too picky about my partners. I was always safe, but I wasn’t discriminatory.”
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  “Is that your way of telling me you’ve been with men? Because I don’t care.”

  “I know you don’t, but yes, I guess I want you to know that. I wish my mother could’ve kept her panties on, because things would’ve been so different for both of us for all those years. I would’ve been with you to protect you from Julia and the other assholes, and you could’ve made me feel worthy of love. The day my father died, he finally told me it wasn’t my fault, but that he wasn’t willing to take the blame for it. He said he made me feel so bad, and hit me, so that I’d never tell the truth to anyone. I don’t if he was trying to save himself from the afterlife, but he said he forgave me. I didn’t forgive him. It took me years of talking to a doctor, and having Guil knock some sense into me to do that. It was after I came to terms with my feelings for him that I started showing up at parties and events where I knew you’d be.”

  “I hate that we missed all these years together, and I’m not going to say things are easy without you, but who knows what would’ve happened if we’d been in each other’s lives. You might’ve always thought of me as the girl with cooties, and I might’ve realized you were hot, and then had my heart broken.”

  “I love your cooties, and you thinking I’m hot is one of my favorite things in life.”

  I laugh, but then touch his face as I become serious again. “You wouldn’t have met Guil, and I wouldn’t have learned that I’m strong enough to stand up to some bullies.”

  “Guil saved me after you.” I make a face, and this time it’s him holding my face. “He told me you’re jealous of him, but you should know better than that. I can have two best friends, and love them both, but you are the one who owns my soul. Guil will never be who you are to me, and he wouldn’t want to be. When I met him, I was a boy rebelling against everything about England. So was he. That’s why we rarely say anything ‘British.’ We fiercely held on to everything American about us. We couldn’t help the accent, but we made an effort to only use words and phrases from here if we had to.”

  “You call me ‘love.’”

  “Because you are my love, and also because I like the term, although I didn’t use it before.”