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He rubs my clit in soothing motions as my eyes close and I melt into him.
“I can get myself off, I don’t need you.” I wouldn’t beg him. I am above that. He isn’t above me, no matter how much power he has.
My face crashes into the tile and then he pulls my hair back painfully. His dick slips between my folds, rubbing slowly. “Last chance,” he whispers, kissing along my shoulders.
“Rayson! Get dressed, fucking now!” Briggs screams behind my bedroom door.
Branson groans before biting into my shoulder. I arch into him. Pushing off me, he rakes his hands through his wet hair, narrowed eyes watching me.
I bite my lip, reaching for my shampoo. Waiting to see what his next move is. His lips tip up. “I’ll find you later.” He winks, stepping out of the shower.
There was something so dark lurking in his eyes. Something he concealed. So why do I want to break it free and drown in its darkness?
* * *
I sit in a chair as I try and fail to contain my jealousy as Branson and Tori take picture after picture together.Glitz and Glam is featuring The Edge of Nobility in their magazine next month.Branson and Tori would be the cover. Shocker. I know I’m not as famous as them, but couldn’t they put Tucker and Emerald on the front? The Temerald fans were wild and loud with their love. They knocked Rayson out of the park. Our fans loved us, and we were trending, but not like those two.
Finally, the photographer stops looking at his camera as he flicks through the shots. “We have enough. You two can move now.” He dismisses them as if they are nothing. I smirk; I like him. He has long blond hair tied into a bun. His off-white sleeveless shirt shows muscles highlighted by tattoos.
When he looks up, his green eyes sparkle as he gives me a cheeky grin. “Rayne, you’re next.”
He holds out a hand for me and I blush as I take it.
My backdrop matches my outfit, which consists of a plaid baby pink with white and black striped skirt, white cropped shirt with small straps over my shoulders, white stockings, and short black heels that have bows.My hair is straight, lashes long, and my natural freckles exposed.
The backdrop is made up of pink fabric following from the ceiling, an old-school desk with an off-white seat, a pink travel case with special additions of book covers in pink and white. The Outsider, The Great Gatsby, The Color Purple, and Thirteen Reasons Why. Basically, I wanted books that have been banned or challenged. When they asked me why, I said, “If we start erasing history, we will begin to repeat. If we start censoring, we have no chance of understanding the true evils of this world. Why would you want people blinded from the issues we as a world face?” They all seemed stunned for a moment before I was advised against it.
“Okay, Rayne. I’m ready when you are,” the photographer, Cornell, says.
The camera light flashes as I pose and smile. Cornell praises me. “Beautiful, Rayne.” And, “You’re absolutely perfect.”
I smile as I look beyond the camera and meet Branson’s stormy eyes. My smile melts away until my attention is jerked back to Cornell, “Look at me, Rayne. Not that broody bastard.”
I laugh, covering my mouth to hide it as the camera continues to flash. After a moment, it stops and Cornell walks up to me smiling. “I could capture you all day. Unfortunately, I have these brats to take photos of. You are magnificent. Here’s my card.” He produces a deep green card with his name and number on it. “Give me a call or shoot me a text.” He winks, walking away as he looks at my shots.
I bite my lip nervously as I walk over to Branson, who simmers with anger. Quickly, I change my course of action and make my way to Tucker whose eyes sparkle with mirth. “Someone’s in trouble,” he singsongs.
I punch his arm. “Shut up.”
* * *
I walk into the living room, finding everyone sitting on the couches and beanbags. Tucker waves me over as he does a live on his Instagram story.
“Strawberry, tell these nice people who your best friend is.” He grins into the phone screen as I wrap my arms around his waist, peering up into it.
“Tucker Ashford, of course.”
“That’s right, big T.”
I scrunch my nose at him. “So people call you that?”
He widens his eyes at me. “You don’t get to call me out on my live.” He puts his head to my forehead, pushing me back. “The fuck out of here, Strawberry.”
I giggle as I fall away from him. Emerald smiles at me as she jerks her head in the direction of her brooding brother. I sigh, walking over to him. My phone dings when I reach him. I look down, smiling at a text from Jordan.The phone is snatched out of my hand as Branson towers above me. His eyes promising heartache as he cinches my phone between his fingers. “Texting Cornell? Huh, Darling?” He spits ‘darling’ like it’s acid in his mouth.
“Branson, no. It was Jordan.”
“Prove it,” he cuts me off.
