Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“You know, my friends told me that you were a whore.” He interrupts me. “A cheap whore at that.” His light brown eyes look me up and down, disgusted with himself. Like he lowered his standards by dating me.
“I’m sorry,” I say wholeheartedly. I never meant to embarrass him.
However, he’s not lying about me being a whore, but why is that a bad thing? Why can’t I just like sex and that be okay? I first met him a couple of years ago. We went to college together, and it’s not like he was a virgin. I know at least ten girls he fucked before me. How many were before that?
Nate throws his head back, laughing. “Sorry? You’re a shitty liar, Ray. Just like you were a shitty fuck.”
“Maybe you’re the problem in that department,” Colt tells him.
My eyes widen, looking over at him. He’s now leaning casually against the kitchen island with his arms crossed over his cake-covered T-shirt.
“Excuse me?” Nate arches a brow and takes a step farther into the kitchen.
“You heard me.” Colt uncrosses his arms and pushes off the island. “Sounds like to me that if you knew how to fuck a woman, she wouldn’t fuck other men.”
The fact that Colt is trying to stick up for me is irritating. I don’t need him to defend me. “Stop-” I stand between them, but Colt grabs my arm and yanks me back, shoving me over into Finn who wraps an arm around my chest, keeping my back pinned to his front in an iron grip.
“A whore like her will fuck anything,” Nate growls, pointing over at me.
“Obviously.” Colt looks him up and down and then chuckles to himself. “She did fuck you.”
Nate shoves Colt in the chest. “Watch it, Colt.”
Colt takes a step back and lifts his hands in the air as if he’s not going to fight Nate, his laughter growing. “Ask her who else she fucked last night?”
“Colt!” I snap, trying to fight Finn, but he keeps me held hostage.
Nate looks over at me, lips thinning, and demands, “What the fuck is he talking about, Raylee?”
I lick my lips nervously but can’t make myself say the words out loud. It will just prove how big of a slut I really am. All his friends will be right. The whore cheated on you, what did you expect?
“What the fuck is he talking about?” he shouts, making me flinch.
“I-“
“And don’t fucking lie to me!” His voice rises, bouncing off the white walls in the kitchen. “Did you fuck him last night while I was in your bed?”
I feel tears sting my eyes, and my body vibrates with my hatred toward Colt. Having to announce I’m a whore is harder than I expected. “Yes,” I manage to say.
He just stands there, glaring at me. The look of disgust makes me want to apologize, but it won’t do any good. And am I even really sorry? I did something, and I’m going to own up to it. What I did was wrong, but that doesn’t mean he has to accept an apology.
Without saying another word, he turns and storms out of the kitchen. Finn lets go of me when one of the front doors slam shut.
“Guess you’re free for dinner now?” Alex chuckles.
Silence falls over the room, and I swallow the knot that forms in my throat. Why am I the whore? Colt was literally fucking Amy just minutes before he was screwing me in the shower, so why am I the only one who is in the wrong? How do I know that Nate hasn’t been sleeping with other women?
Colt turns to face me. “Prin-“
I slap him across the face, my teeth grinding at the sting on my palm from connecting with his cheek. He takes in a deep breath, his nostrils flaring, and I hate that tears start to burn my eyes. Instead of yelling or begging-for I don’t know what-I exit the kitchen and head up to my room, needing to get away from them. I don’t give a damn what Colt had to say.
It wouldn’t matter anyway. We did what we did. Can’t change it now.
COLTON
“THANKS FOR THE ride,” I tell Finn before jumping out of his car. Since Raylee set mine on fire, I don’t have means of transportation until I buy a new one.
I was going to make her take me to our lunch date with our parents, but I haven’t seen her since she slapped me after I gave Nate back his phone and informed him that we fucked earlier this morning.
Entering the Victorian mansion, I find everyone already in the formal dining room. Raylee sits across from her mother, head down as she stirs the soup around in a bowl.
I pull out the seat next to her and plop my ass down.
“Good afternoon, Colton.” Her mother smiles at me.
“How was the trip?” I ask, making small talk.
“It was wonderful.” Her crystal-blue eyes look over at my dad, and he gives her his charming smile.
My father’s butler comes up to my chair. “What may I get you to drink?”
“Water, please,” I answer.
“I’ll have a bottle of Moscato.” Raylee lifts her hand to him.
“Raylee, I don’t think-“
“I’m old enough to drink, Mother,” she interrupts her mom, who just purses her lips and decides not to argue with her.
Tiffany is naturally pretty. She’s got dark hair and blue eyes like her daughter. I know she gets Botox in her forehead, but other than that, she doesn’t have fake lips or tits like the women my father dated before he met her. When he brought her home, I was surprised. She didn’t drive a Bentley or wear a lot of jewelry. My father’s always been into the flashy women who flaunt their money. Tiffany had none. I never saw her as a gold digger, though. I wasn’t one of those kids that thought she was going to come into my family and try to take what’s mine. No, everything was great until Raylee entered my life.
My feelings changed the moment I met her.
Six years ago
I’m in the kitchen making a sandwich when I hear my father’s voice followed by a feminine laugh. They enter a second later.
“Hello, Colton,” his fianc?e greets me with a smile. She’s got her hand in my father’s, and I haven’t seen the look of such pure joy on his face since-ever, really.
“Hey, Ms. Adams,” I say.
“Colton, please call me Tiffany.”
I nod. It’s weird to see him with someone and know that they’re getting married in two months. He’s been dating women for as far back as I can remember, and none of them ever stayed long enough to acknowledge me.
“I didn’t know you’d be here. I thought your father told me that you have football practice this afternoon.”
I nod. “Yes, ma’am. As soon as I eat this sandwich, I’m leaving.”
Just as I go to take a bite of my sandwich, a girl enters the room dressed in a pair of white skinny jeans and a simple black crop top. Her jeans sit high enough on her narrow waist that you can just see a tiny sliver of her tan stomach. She’s got her bleach-blond hair down and in big curls.
Her crystal-blue eyes meet mine and her red-painted lips spread into a wide smile. As if it’s possible, her eyes turn even bluer with excitement.
“Hi. You must be Colton.” She walks over to me in her Chucks. “I’m Raylee.” Reaching out her hand, she adds, “I’ve heard so much about you.” She bats her dark eyelashes, and my mind goes straight to the gutter while my dick gets hard.
I imagine her on her knees, looking up at me while my cock fills her pretty mouth. Goddamn, this is her daughter? Why didn’t my father warn me? Give me some kind of heads-up that she’s fucking gorgeous.