Page 17 of The Spare (The King Dynasty #2)

Chapter ten

Greedy Girls

A week later, I'm in the dorm's rec room with Karissa, taking advantage of some down time and attempt to get ahead on my math homework.

A hard feat as all I can think about is the way Mason picked me up in joy, and then held me while I cried right after our fencing match.

And how close he was at the night of the charity event.

"This is the fifth student that's randomly gone missing on the campus in the last two years, and everyone is beginning to wonder if it's due to the infamous King Dynasty family's very own Melody Brookes. A second year student here whose ties to the family’s oligarch Richard King, and her brother-in-law Hendrix King , seems to have brought on a string of bad luck to the campus attendance rates, as well as her love life. "

'"Oh my Goddd," I shake my head and groan, leaning over my statistics homework, doing my best to ignore Karissa.

She's flopped down on the couch next to me, reading the school newspaper gossip section. I knew the fallout from my fifth boyfriend's disappearance wasn't going to be pretty, but I hadn't expected for shit to hit the fan quite this bad.

"Karissa, can you please stop? I already feel bad enough," I say, hitting enter on the practice question and frowning as it comes back wrong with a big red X.

"Girl, this is juicy fucking gossip. And you need to know what's being said," she says, her nails tapping her screen as she scrolls down further. I look over at her, eyeing her platinum blonde hair and her fake boobs. She's in a tiny dress that really can't even constitute as a dress.

It's more like a napkin.

"I don't care about what's being said," I lie.

"Yeah you do," she says back. "And if you don't, you need to start because of this family you're a part of." She pauses, putting her phone down for a second and turning to face me. "Hey, what's it like being the sister-in-law of the Hendrix King?"

I shake my head, trying to get this question right for the seventh time, but it's no use. I push my laptop to the side irritably.

"It's fine."

She leans forward to grab my hand, yanking my arm and shaking me, "Melody, pleeaasseee? You never talk about it! Come on, I had to sign a non-disclosure agreement and everything just to be your roommate. I just want to know something, aaanything! "

I roll my eyes, but she continues as if she doesn't see me being annoyed.

"Is it glamorous? Is it fun to always be able to buy what you want? Are the parties amazing? Is being filthy rich as awesome as it looks?" Karissa's so excited it makes me nauseated.

"It's that!" I snap, pointing to Stephen who sits in a chair by the rec room door, looking stoic as always.

"It's always being watched. It's not being able to put a toe out of line because your security guard will run and tell your family, and then they'll jump down your throat.

It's not being able to go to the school you want because your sister holds all the cards and is an insufferable, over-protective bitch.

It's having to dress up and act like you care about events because your sister might not be able to take her husband.

It's always worried about being kidnapped and held for ransom.

Or, having every guy you try to touch mysteriously disappear, apparently! "

Her face falls. "But the money though?" she says, her tone still hopeful.

I sigh. "The money's fine, Kari."

I don't bother telling her that I only have a twenty-thousand dollar credit card limit.

This appeases her, because she gets a dreamy look on her face and then sits back in her seat. "Your brother-in-law is really fucking hot. I'd do him."

I frown. "Ew."

"So is his brother, the Spanish looking one. Is he single?"

I look up slowly at her words. "I think so," I answer, fighting back a wave of irritation, because I don't know if he is or isn't.

"Can you introduce me?"

My eyes narrow as jealousy easily dominates my emotions. "You've seen him before, Karissa." I say, putting my attention back to my computer and starting my question again. I don't even know why I'm bothering though. I need help. Mason's words enter my head, and I bite my lip.

I really don't want to be a bother.

"Yeahh," she says slowly, "But I mean can you formally introduce me? You know," she wags her eyebrows. "Hook a girl up."

I cut my eyes to her. "You're not happy with the ten guys you've fucked this year? And what about Brian?" I say, referencing her newest boyfriend. More like boy toy.

She scoffs and waves her hand dismissively, pinning me with a nosy look. "You ever think about fucking him?"

I pause, feeling really on edge, and put on the spot. Because of course I've thought about it. "No," I lie, too shy to confide in her just yet when I've thought about way more than fucking him.

I've thought about kissing him. I've thought about touching him. I've thought about him making me his, just like Henny made Izzy his.

Being his wife.

Being together.

I'm obviously dreaming, though. Lost in a perpetual state of delusion I'm starting to be scared I'll never make my way out of. My desire for that seems to be one-sided. Because in almost four years, Mason has not made one move.

My lips twist, he did touch my hand at the charity ball, though.

Memories of his thumb stroking the back of my hand and playing with my ring finger assaults me, but I shake my head and scoff, dismissing that thought easily.

The Mason I know would have just taken whatever he wanted; he wouldn't have let himself just stroke my hand if he'd wanted more.

Maybe he is with someone. It could be the reason .

My eyes prick hot with unshed tears, and my mood sours completely. I slam my laptop shut, not even bothering trying to finish the problem.

"Oh!" Karissa half shouts, slapping a palm to her forehead. "I almost forgot, Mel. Your toy came!"

I sit straight up, throwing a panicked look at Stephen who's currently scrolling on his phone.

"Karissa, shh!" I give her wide eyes, bouncing off my seat and snatching my things.

"Let's go." I look over at my security. "Stevie, we're going back to the dorm.

You don't need to follow me." I say, hopefully.

But no luck, he stands up and trails behind us anyways.

Walking into the dorm room, Karissa shuts the door on him, leaving him out in the hallway and prances to her bed while I put my things down on the small desk. She grabs the small box off her bed and flops down on it, crossing her legs.

"Here, I got you the pink one. I hope its okay?"

All thoughts of my homework fly out of my head at the cute vibrator bullet.

"Yay! Thanks girl, I owe you one big time," I smile at her.

"No problem."

I start to tear open the box and turn, inserting the cord and plugging it into the wall to charge. I'd never be so open with something like a sex toy with anyone else, but Karissa's my girl.

And I've seen her with cum on her face, so there's not as much timidness like I have with other people. We're close. She loves sending me pictures of her "conquests," as she calls them. I fire my computer back up and attempt this stupid math problem one more time.

I really don't want to call Mason about this if I don't have to .

"Sooo, why don't you buy your own toy, if you don't mind me asking?" Karissa yet again interrupts my thoughts as well as my concentration. What else is new?

"Kari, they pay my bills, they track my phone and computer… do you really think I want them seeing I bought a sex toy?" I say wryly.

She frowns. "Well, I'd do it. Small price to pay for being a kept woman."

"You know what, that's it." I say, shutting my laptop I stand up and go to my closet, grabbing a change of clothes and a towel. "I'm going to take a shower." I snatch my air pods, my phone and my vibrator and shove them in a small bag, making my way to the door.

She gives me a teasing smile and a little squeal. "Oohhh, have fun bestieee!"

I pass Stephen, barely acknowledging him as I head to the showers. He stands outside the door and I head in, finding a shower a couple down from one that's preoccupied.

"Ohhhh!" I hear as I walk past with my stuff and pull back the curtains, going inside. The sound of flesh hitting flesh sounds out, echoing around the tiled room.

People are always fucking in here. Hence, the airpods.

I shove them in my ears and turn the shower on, pulling a shower cap on over them so they don't get wet. Thankful, for once, that the raunchy noise of the couple fucking a couple showers over is loud enough to drown out the slight buzzing of my toy.

I turn it on and step under the spray, pushing the toy between my legs and propping up my phone playing a video of Mason from almost half a year ago when he was laying down a floor for a charity organization we all pitched in to donate our time to.

We build a house every other year for a family in need .

I stifle a moan as the vibrator hits my clit just right, and I keep my eyes on my screen, eating up the rippling muscles of Mason's arms at work.

It doesn't take long, My belly tightens as my orgasm swiftly takes over.

My mouth drops open as the buzzes hit my clit and travel through my body.

The sight of his muscled body and wicked grin fills my vision, ramping up my desire to insane heights, made worse by the memory of him having me kneel in front of him the other night.

The phone topples over. "Shit!" I curse, lunging forward to grab it quickly so it doesn't fall onto the floor. I leave it screen side down on the little shelf and press the vibrator harder to my clit.

I bite my lip hard as my desire ramps higher.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I bite my lip to contain the moans threatening to break free at how viscously my orgasm hits me.

"You okay, butterfly? You never call me in the middle of the day."