Eden High: Part Five (Eden High #5)

by Jordan Silver

  Eden High Book 5

  By

  Jordan Silver

  Copyright© 2014 Alison Jordan

  All Rights Reserved

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 1

  SIAN

  I drove away full of uncertainty as to my next move. My preference would be to bury my head in the sand and pretend nothing happened.

  I wanted only to enjoy my engagement and my new favorite pastime, sex with Jace. The thing about this town was that it moved too fast.

  Everything happened right on top of the other with no break in between it seemed. I haven’t ditched the roller coaster ride feeling since the day I met Jace Saunders, and from that day until now, there’s been something.

  I’m so sick and tired of Mandy Taylor and her shit. Tired of every other conversation being about her.

  She’s like a leech that sucks the lifeblood out of everything, and quite frankly, has been starring in way too many of the scenes of my life lately.

  But this wasn’t high school hijinks. This was way more serious and a little out of my league.

  Maybe I should call Jace and tell him what I suspected, but then again, if I said nothing it might all just go away.

  “And that’s bullshit Sian.” But what if I was wrong? What if I’d misunderstood what I thought I saw? Maybe she’d just been reaching for something that fell and that’s why her head was down there?

  Yeah Sian, and they just happened to be there in that spot that was out of the way of everything and served no other purpose, than as a place for people to hide and do shit they have no business doing.

  When I got home, I said a rushed ‘I’m back’ and went to my room to hideout and think. I paced my room and bit my nails as I pondered the pros and cons of even mentioning what I thought I’d seen

  My phone rang and I answered it absently.

  “What’s wrong?” His voice jolted me as well as the question.

  “What makes you think something’s wrong?’

  “I don’t know. I was in the middle of reading and all of a sudden, I got this weird feeling in my chest. Not fear exactly, not sadness, but something.

  Since I’ve never experienced it before. I figured that since you’re responsible for all the strange feelings I’ve been having lately, it had to be you; so what is it?”

  “Wow, really?” He had to be pulling my leg; that was way intense. We started talking about all these new feelings of his, and it took my mind off of my latest worry.

  “I miss you.”

  “I miss you too sweetheart. I’m going to ask your dad about letting you spend the night soon. Shh, don’t freak, it’s not going to be that bad.”

  “Yeah well, I’m not sure that he’s ready for that yet.”

  “Nothing for you to worry about, leave it to me.”

  I got knots in my tummy at the very idea, but I know Jace, and once he’s set his mind to doing something there’s really no stopping him.

  “So you ready for the game tomorrow?” He changed the subject smoothly.

  “I don’t have to do anything, it’s you who have to play.”

  “Yeah I know, but I expect to get jarred and knocked around. It’s part of the game. Then again, if my defense do their job, then that shouldn’t be true either, but you...I know about the near falls and all that other bullshit they’ve been doing to you.”

  Oh boy, here comes the lecture.

  “Sian, nothing to say?”

  “Sorry?”

  “You know this disobedience thing of yours can’t last, right?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean that I’m giving you a lot of leeway now because this is all new to you, but I do expect you to get your shit together before too much longer.

  I mean that very soon if I tell you to do one thing and you do another, I will turn you over my knee, and yes that’s my preferred form of punishment.”

  “Jace, have you fallen and hit your head? You can’t discipline me like a child. Who does that?” Maybe Jess had been right after all and he was an abuser.

  And maybe I’m the world’s biggest dummy, because the way his voice dips when he talks about turning me over his knee makes me wet between my thighs. Should I be ashamed, wary or both?

  “Men do that babe; when your woman puts herself in danger or starts acting the fuck up, a man takes a hand to her ass. Don’t get that confused with abusing you, trust me, there’s a big difference.”

  “I don’t see it.”

  “Take my word for it. It’s very different. Now back to the reason I called so early before our usual bedtime chat. What’s wrong?”

  Should I tell him? But then what, what could he do, what can any of us do?

  It will only bring the whole sordid thing out in the open and destroy people’s lives. I don’t want that responsibility and then there’s Cassandra.

  I got a lump in my throat along with a heavy dose of nausea. Maybe I should give it more thought before I go saying anything.

  It was dark after all and could’ve been perfectly innocent. Maybe it was no more than my natural instinct to distrust that particular female that had put those thoughts in my head.

  I actually felt better after that little internal reasoning.

  “It’s nothing. I just had something on my mind that’s all. It’s all better now, so you can stop worrying.”

  “Sian, do not bullshit me. If there’s something bothering you, you’d better tell me now and don’t let me have to hear about it from someone else.”

  Geez, he’s worst than his damn dog with a bone. “Okay, can I ask for more time to figure out what exactly is going on and then tell you about it later?”

  “I’m not sure I understand. What do you have to figure out? Either somebody’s fucking with you or they’re not, which is it?”

  “Jace, I asked for time to get my thoughts together. I promise, when I’ve squared everything away in my own mind, I’ll tell you okay.”

  “Fine, but if this shit turns into something I’m gonna be pissed.”

  At least I should be safe there; for once this had nothing to do with me.

  We changed the subject once again and my angst slowly drifted away with each word from his mouth.

  He has this way of making everything better in my world, of taking away anything that worries me. Sometimes, I worry that that wouldn’t last.

  That one day, we’ll wake up and be no more; but then I look at the ring on my finger and I think about his parents and mine, and how they made it work all these years, and I have hope.

  By the time we rang off, I’d all but forgotten what I’d seen earlier that night.

  I got ready for bed with renewed excitement for tomorrow’s game, and the coming weekend with my new amazing fiancé.

  Chapter 2

  MANDY

  “I think she saw us.” I wiped his cum off the corners of my mouth and looked out the back window where the car lights were still disappearing.

  “I don’t think so, your head was down when the car lights hit the car. All she saw was a broken down car on the side of the road.

  Even if she saw that it was me, it will make perfect sense to her, since I was supposed to be on my way picking up my daughter.

  So you see, there’s nothing to worry about.” He toyed with my hair as he spoke.

  I wasn’t too sure that he was right, but it suited me to believe him and so I did, for the moment.

  “Now where we
re we?” I grinned slyly at his question before my hand found his lap again where he was hard and ready.

  Climbing over his legs, I slid down on his cock, holding it snug inside my walls. It was amazing how this one thing could hold men captive.

  I’ve been using this technique to get my way with the opposite sex since I learned what fucking was. It hasn’t failed me yet, well, except once, but I won’t think about that now.

  “Ummm, did you miss me lover?” I used my muscles to coax him, just the way I’d learned he liked; the way that was sure to drive him insane with lust.

  “You know I did.” He grabbed my ass and tried to control my movements, but that’s not the game I wanted to play. I always stay in control.

  “Show me.” I lifted my tit to his mouth and he went wild, chewing and nibbling like he’d been starved for my taste, which he very well might be since I’d been putting him off for the last couple of days.

  In fact, he could thank his precious little daughter for tonight’s fuck. When I learned about the little impromptu get together at my enemy’s house, and that she was going to be there with her new friend, the news had enraged me.

  After I’d started fucking him, I’d tried getting close to her. Of course it was all bunk, just another way to fuck with her little head, but she didn’t know that.

  Still she rebuffed me, and was now best pals with that bitch. If I didn’t know better, I would think the little idiot was doing it to get back at me for screwing her dad.

  But she didn’t know about that, so it must be for all the times I’d messed with her before.

  Still, I’d apologized hadn’t I? So what was there for her to hold against me?

  I let my mind drift as he pound up into me. It wasn’t that he wasn’t good. It’s just that I’d had better. I did make the appropriate noises though, the faster to get him off.

  I put up with him and the others like him for now, because I needed it. Sex is my only weapon in a world that had treated me so unfairly, not to mention a great de-stressor.

  I’ve been very stressed lately; lot’s of changes and not all for the better.

  My mother, that bitch had all but destroyed everything because she couldn’t keep her fucking legs closed.

  Dad had found out about her latest escapade in the summer and had threatened to send us both packing.

  Since he wasn’t my real father, he had no obligation to me. I know if mom got cut off, then I would be little more than a pauper, and I could never let that happen.

  I’d had to come up with a way to secure my future. Jace was the ultimate prize and I’d already won him before this latest fiasco.

  But for some reason, he wasn’t as malleable and easily led as men twice his age, and after this whole thing unfolded and I had to take matters into my own hands he changed even more.

  I knew from the beginning that there would be no way of managing him with my looks and sex. I guess I had his meddling ass parents to thank for that.

  He had always given off this air of power and authority that was so fucking hot in one so young.

  But I don’t think Jace Saunders was ever just a boy; and my time with him was always exhilarating and nerve wracking.

  His mother had always turned up her nose at me, and his dad was indifferent at best, which for a girl like me was anathema.

  I wasn’t accustomed to being ignored and the fact that I would give anything for their approval only made it worse.

  Which brings us to my next problem. Sian Claiborne. The very thought of her name is infuriating. And to hear that his parents had accepted her, that his mother had even gone so far as to help choose her ring, a ring that should’ve been mine.

  No, I will never accept it. She thinks she’s won but it wasn’t over yet. There was still a way, there had to be. I would never accept anything else.

  My body moved faster, harder as my mind raced. “Harder, fuck me harder you bastard.” He was only too happy to oblige, but by then he was no longer there, they never really are. Always, there’s one face I see, one lover’s hands I imagine.

  ***

  When I had snagged Jace Saunders away from the blossoming attentions of the latest idiot to set her sights on him, I knew I had it made.

  He was the perfect man for me, or will be once we got the hell out of high school and took our rightful places in Hollywood society.

  Of course I would have to disannul him of his stupid notion about playing for the NFL, but that was easy. Or so I’d thought.

  I’d had our whole life together mapped out. My acquisition of Jace had been in the works for a while before I finally made my move.

  Had I not had my ambitions, he would’ve been my choice anyway. He was the hottest catch in our little world after all, not to mention young starlets the world over would give their eyeteeth to be on his arm.

  Women had been rumored to be after him since he was about fifteen or so, believe it or not.

  I’d watched him with other girls since we were younger, biding my time, learning all there was to know about his likes and dislikes.

  I’d even befriended a few of his girlfriends in the past to learn inside information if you will, and sometimes, especially if I thought he was getting too serious or too close to one of them, I’d find a way to break them up.

  It was going to be a piece of cake wrapping him around my little finger. I’d learned pretty much all there was to know about him by the time I decided to make my move.

  But nothing about Jace had been easy. I’d been so used to getting my way all my life, even with my parents, that it was a shock not to be able to get him to do my bidding.

  It was as though all the shit I’d spent years learning, all the info I’d been collecting, was for nothing.

  He would not and could not be led. It wasn’t that he wasn’t kind, he was very kind and that’s what made it worst.

  I was really in love with him by then, a new emotion for me, and not entirely welcome. It made me weak and I couldn’t afford to be weak.

  I had a lot to do to secure my future before I thought of giving into such things as emotions. With Jace finally in the bag, I could go back to shoring up my life for many years to come.

  And then he’d broken up with me out of the blue.

  At first, I’d thought it was just another one of our little tiffs. We’d had a few of those in the months that we’d been together, but they never lasted and I was always able to get him back by my side.

  There was no way I could go from being his girl, to not. I mean what else was there?

  Everyone knew that Jace Saunders was the prince and one- day, king of Hollywood. Though he liked to keep his and his family’s status hidden and he wasn’t into flashing his significant power around, I would have no problem with that.

  Most of our issues had stemmed from that very thing come to think of it. Where Jace was laid back and blasé about his wealth, I was more of the school of thought that if you’ve got it-flaunt it.

  I saw nothing wrong with treating people that were beneath me a certain way, it’s what was expected after all, everybody knew that.

  The haves and the have-nots were to be kept separate at all cost, and how better to do that, than by constantly reminding those poor lesser beings of their station in life?

  But somehow, Jace always seemed displeased with me when I squashed one of the little underlings under my feet. That was the one thing I had missed when I was studying him all that time.

  I never really paid attention to how he treated the people around him, who all knew by the way, that he would one day own them if they wanted to do anything in this town.

  As his wife, I was going to make sure there was a divide. I saw it as just another one of those things that I was going to have to teach him, though none of my plans to do that had been working so far.

  I felt the fingers of the man beneath me tightening on me, as he moved in me, and I let my mind drift back to the past once again. To days and nights that had looked nothing like t
his one.

  I remember those days of hunger and near homelessness. I might’ve been young then, but I wasn’t too young to know and to remember.

  I could almost imagine the gnawing pain in my gut from hunger, the shame and degradation of being poor, always the poorest little girl on the playground.

  I also remember mom meeting the new man after she’d gone out on one of her job interviews, while the old woman next door that smelled like moth balls had watched me.

  Mom was always going on interviews, sometimes late at night, sometimes not coming home until early the next morning.

  That particular might, she’d been happy though, and not the kind of happy that usually didn’t last for too long.

  This time, the smile was wider and when she picked me up and twirled me around the room, I felt like a regular little girl.

  Like one of the many little girls in the pre-school where I went that always seemed to be looking down on me, and whose mothers always seemed to be sneering at mine.

  She’d disappeared for weeks after that, only to return one day with new clothes and perfume. I remember the perfume.

  The sweet scent was unlike anything I’d smelt before, and somehow it made me happy.

  She’d looked so pretty and glamorous that day, like a fairytale princess, or one of those women on the TV that I always dreamed of growing up to be.

  Then she’d been gone again, leaving me with the wretched old woman, until she returned. I don’t recall how many weeks, days or months later, and took me away.

  That’s when my life had changed. I didn’t understand all of what had transpired, or how our circumstances came to be so different, but I understood pretty things when I saw them.

  And suddenly, I was surrounded by beauty. My clothes were no longer the cast off rags mom had bought at some second hand shop, and trust me, I knew all about what that meant even then.

  I learned all about it when Mary-Jane Gillespie told the whole kindergarten class that I was wearing one of her old dresses.