Beverly Hills Prep Academy The Complete Boxset : A Light Bully Romance

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by Melissa Adams


  Abi's dad is actually away for business and after he notified Abi that he’d found her a suitable date for the wedding, she and Aubrey don't hear from him at all.

  The girls reckon that this was to be expected because they doubt that Spencer Richmond has Facebook friends in common with any of us.

  “Why are we doing all this then?”

  I ask and Abi explains that her father's personal secretary writes a monthly report for Spencer that includes his children's grades, extracurricular activities and their social media presence.

  “He receives the report the last Wednesday of every month.”

  She says with a smirk.

  So that means that he’ll know about Abi's reputation the day before the wedding.

  “It’ll be too late to cancel that date and if he issues any threats to keep me away from Aubrey, I’ll tell him that I’ll make sure to share that report with all his business contacts. So we’ll make a deal: I play nice to my fake date for one day and help him get his merger deal signed but he doesn't try to sell my hand in marriage again. He gives up on trying to enforce grandpa’s will if I were to get married before I’m twenty five and most importantly, I can date whoever I want and he’ll never, ever use Aubrey as leverage to control me.”

  She seems sure that her plan will work and I find her confidence very sexy, however I wonder if her father has any ace up his own sleeve.

  Or if he and his business partner really would care about her reputation if all they want to join the family for is probably for a sort of insurance so they've got everything to lose if either of ‘em play dirty.

  But I don't say anything: the plan seems to give Abi purpose.

  I’ve been really worried about her since she lost her Mom.

  So it's better to see her combative rather than dismissive and defeated.

  And if things go wrong, I wouldn't wanna be the poor motherfucker that thinks he’s marrying our girl.

  Me and the guys will fucking make sure to make that point clear with whoever this guy is.

  Abi is ours, as long as she wants us.

  And want is all I seem to feel every time I lay eyes on her but these days we’re always busy between mock tests for December’s finals, the upcoming state championship finals and the fact that there's three of us and one of her.

  But the night before the final at last, Chaz is Skyping with his sister, Reece has been summoned by his dad to talk about the event that he needs Reece to attend with him on Thanksgiving, and Abi and I are watching a movie in my room.

  We’re lounging on my bed and I’m playing with her long blonde strands, wrapping one around my index finger as if it were a curling iron.

  She's nestled between my legs, with her back against my chest and I don't even know which movie we're watching because I’m not paying attention at all.

  All I can think about is that she smells so good and she feels so soft against me and my body begins to react to her nearness, especially when she starts playing with the hem of my sweat pants, tickling my ankle with her toes and then rubbing her foot on my calf.

  She does it absentmindedly, engrossed in the movie but when my lips descend on her neck and I start giving her light kisses, she turns sideways and she uses her fingers to lift my face to hers and offers me her lips to kiss.

  We came home from our final football practice and her cheer practice and we grabbed dinner, so she tastes like the strawberry milkshake I got her to go with her chicken burger.

  The kiss deepens pretty quickly and I love how relaxed she is in my arms, letting me explore her mouth and touching my chest when one of her hands sneaks inside my t-shirt.

  I feel myself getting hard under her and I know that I want more than just kisses, I think about that day by the pool a couple of weeks ago when we almost had sex but we decided to wait until she started her birth control.

  Just the thought of being inside of her makes me even harder so I flip us over until I’m hovering above her, careful not to crush her with my weight.

  She's wearing a long tunic top closed by buttons on the front and I start undoing them slowly, one by one kissing every inch of the soft skin I expose.

  She lets me do it, keeping her intense dark blue eyes fixed on me, her breathing becoming more laboured the closer I get to the waistband of her leggings.

  Once her shirt is off, I begin lowering her leggings, revealing beautiful blue lace panties, matching her bra.

  She lifts my t-shirt over my head and I take my pants off, lowering myself onto her.

  The skin to skin contact doesn't do anything to slow me down, I slide her panties off and after touching her soft, bare skin, tormenting the spot where she likes to be touched and kissed, I enter her with one of my fingers, finding her so warm and wet that a moan escapes my lips.

  I explore her like this, the eye contact making what I’m doing that much more exciting.

  I actually feel like I’m gonna die if I don't get to be surrounded by her soft heat, if I don't get to be inside her.

  And when I lower my boxer briefs and lie down on her, I withdraw my finger and grab her hips to make her slide down closer and get our crotches to align.

  This is when her gaze changes and I know that something’s wrong.

  “Abi, sweets, what's wrong?”

  She tries to look away from me but I place a gentle hand on the side of her face to keep her looking at me.

  “I don't know. I ...”

  “We don't have to do anything you don't want, you know that, right?”

  “But if you're nervous about tomorrow's game ...”

  I brush my lips on her.

  “Yeah, I’m a little jittery about it, I won't lie. But that doesn't mean that you ...”

  “But I wanna take care of you. I don't want you to get even more stressed than you already are. It's nothing to do with you, Pryce, I love you. It's ... I’m nervous. I’m so sorry.”

  “You don't have to be sorry about telling me how you feel, ok? This is what love means. I respect your feelings and they're important to me.”

  She smiles.

  “What?”

  “Nothing. When we started all this, you guys were...”

  “I know. We were horrible to you when we thought that you just wanted us so you’d be popular. I’m sorry about how we treated you.”

  “No but I understand. I think I realised exactly how you felt when I heard that conversation about how my dad wants to use me. And I’m sorry, we’re naked together and I just mentioned my father.”

  I chuckle.

  “You're so fucking hot that not even that can make me forget all the incredibly dirty thoughts you put in my head.”

  She still looks worried and I slide off of her, lying by her side and that's when she seems to start breathing normally again.

  “Tell me what you want, Abi. It's all yours, whatever you need, whatever makes you happy.”

  She smiles, a little hesitant but I can see relief in her eyes.

  When her hand wraps around my base, I inhale sharply: of course I’ve had other girls before but no one had the effect she has on me.

  I think this must be what love does, it's not just the physical connection, it's much more.

  And her touch right now means so many things that it almost makes my head spin.

  “Pryce, I wanna take care of you. And I could touch you like you showed me but there's something I haven't done with any of you guys ...”

  My thoughts come to a complete halt and all I can take in, is the fire in her blue eyes. She doesn't wanna have sex right now but I can see how she still wants me.

  “Ok, what is it?”

  “You’ve used your mouth on me a few times and it felt so good. I wanna learn how to do that to you.”

  The trouble with Abi?

  It's this intoxicating mix of innocence and boldness that together with her beauty, makes her irresistible.

  I almost blow my load just hearing what she wants to do and trust me, since I started high
school, I’ve gotten lots of blowjobs.

  This, now?

  It's different because it's her.

  So I sit up and take her in my arms, telling her that if she wants to do it and it's not just because she feels guilty about not wanting more, I’ll show her.

  “Please, Pryce.”

  She begins by getting to ‘know me’ with her mouth, she runs her tongue up and down my length and teases the soft skin of my tip in a slow, twirling motion that feels so good that I ask her to stop or there won't be a blowjob but just a very happy Pryce.

  Then she takes me into her mouth and experiments with how deep she can go.

  “Relax your jaw and your throat and breathe through your nose ... yeah, like that. Oh, Jesus!”

  What can I say? She's a natural and it takes only a few minutes of her mouth and tongue to bring me to the edge of a mind blowing orgasm.

  But since Abi’s completely new at this, I feel like I need to warn her because she probably doesn't have a plan.

  My voice comes out strained and breathless as I try to resist the incredible strokes of her tongue all the way up the underside of my shaft.

  “Sweets ... I’m gonna come. If you wanna stop, this is the time ...”

  Her response is a series of fast licks at the bottom of my tip and I just lose it.

  Wave after wave of pleasure wash over me and I feel myself twitch against her tongue until I’m thoroughly spent.

  I take her in my arms and whisper lots of sweet nothings in her ear, while kissing all over her face and neck.

  Those shadows are gone from her eyes and now she's smiling and giggling whenever I find a ticklish spot.

  “You taste good. A little salty.”

  I stop looking at her and a slow smile forms on my lips.

  “Not even half as good as you taste. Why do you think I started calling you sweets?”

  I slide down the bed and stop between her legs, lifting one of them to rest on my shoulder.

  And tasting her is exactly what I do until I hear her scream her pleasure with her face into the pillow.

  Once, twice, three times.

  We fall asleep in a satisfied tangle of limbs.

  22.

  Wedding

  Abi

  BHPA WINS THE STATE championship and Pryce and Max are the star players of our team.

  Reece also gets a special mention for his absolutely stellar performance.

  He’s been true to his promise to be civil towards Max and doesn't flinch or intervene when the football captain hollers with the trophy in his hands.

  “Yo, rally girl! Get your cute ass in here and take a photo with me!”

  I walk to the middle of the field feeling Lissa's, Marlene's, and Kylie’s eyes burning holes in my back.

  Gabbie follows us and offers to take the photos but after a couple of shots, Max shouts for Reece, Pryce, and Chaz and we all pose together with me holding the trophy.

  I guess Max is trying to keep up the ruse to piss my dad off.

  And talking about my dad, the night before the wedding comes and he must've received his report from his assistant but he doesn't mention anything.

  I’m spending the night in the newly renovated main house where we hold an intimate rehearsal dinner with just the happy couple, Aubrey and I, and Eva’s parents and brother.

  Alex has stuck to his guns and won't be attending the wedding, despite our pleadings but he and dad haven't been speaking since that day at breakfast, before Mom’s memorial.

  When Eva’s family leaves, Aubrey and I decide to call it a night and get our beauty sleep before Eva's beauty team arrives bright and early in the morning.

  “Beauty team sounds ominous.”

  I observe walking towards our rooms and Aubrey confirms my worst fears.

  “Abi, they're awful. Mom’s hairdresser works for the biggest fashion week shows in New York and he thinks he's a god and that his opinion when it comes to hair is the only one that counts. Her make-up artist is so judgemental, she told me that if I don't use her moisturiser line, I’ll look thirty by the time I’m twenty one. They're so bitchy but they brown nose her constantly so she loves them and pays their overinflated prices. But I admit that she always looks perfect whenever the beauty team takes care of her.”

  My lips twist in distaste.

  “Well, they'll make me look my best to be sold to what was obviously the highest bidder.”

  Aubrey takes my hand.

  “Thank you for even coming to the wedding, Abi. I know you're only doing it for me.”

  My reply is cut off by dad's voice.

  “Abilene, could you come to my study, please? I’d like to talk to you.”

  He says ‘please’ but nothing in his tone makes it sound like a request.

  I roll my eyes as soon as he turns to walk towards his study and Aubrey shakes her head with a worried expression.

  I know she’ll probably stand by the door, trying to eavesdrop.

  He closes the door behind us and goes to sit behind his desk: I notice the folder with the monthly report with my name on it right on his desk and expect the worst.

  But Dad's surprisingly calm, considering what I know must be in the folder.

  “Abilene take a seat, please.”

  There's no warmth in his voice, he's always spoken to me the way you speak to a stranger.

  “I just wanted to make sure that you’ve got your dress and that you’ll let the beauty team work on you tomorrow. Your date has offered to come and pick you up so you can make your way to the Country Club together. I expect that you’ll be on time and that you'll be charming and polite.”

  I look at him through narrowed eyes: is this his way to punish me for the social media smear campaign of the last two weeks?

  If it is, he seems way more composed than I’d have expected.

  “Everything is ready.”

  I reassure him, feeling uneasy about the way he's looking at me.

  I turn my back to him to leave the room but his words make me freeze on the spot.

  “I got the message, Abilene.”

  I face him again and ask him what he means.

  “I saw what you’ve been up to on your monthly report and that you openly defied my orders to stop dating Atwood.”

  I open my mouth to retort but he stops me.

  “Fortunately your date is no saint either. I’ve heard he's got a real bad boy reputation. So you might really like him and his father is in no position to cancel the date.”

  My jaw drops: it's fucking unbelievable!

  And to hell with how many Hail Marys my murderous thoughts towards Dad would cost me.

  Definitely no less than giving Pryce a blowjob and enjoying the experience, that's for sure.

  But I’m shocked that he’s trying to set me up with someone with a less than squeaky clean reputation, he must want this deal more than anything else.

  “Dad, why is it so important that I go out with this guy? If he’s a bad boy like you say, why did you get so mad that I was dating Chaz?”

  And to my utter disbelief, he tells me that it's part of a business deal.

  “Listen, Abilene. Just check this guy out and try to be nice to him. I strongly encourage you to date someone suitable to our family standing, this is the way it is done in our social circles.”

  He doesn't disclose that he and his business partner aren't just doing some plain old matchmaking but they're intentioned to push that relationship all the way to marriage.

  I don't provoke him any further, obviously we need a different plan.

  I’ll go to the wedding tomorrow and play his game only because I care about my sister but this doesn't mean that I’ll marry the loser he chooses.

  He dismisses me without even saying goodnight, he just says that he has a business call to make and I leave the room more disgusted than ever about how my father sees me like an object, a disposable one to boot.

  Abi

  I’M THE ONLY ONE WHO's getting completely
ready here at home: Eva and Aubrey are getting their hair and makeup done here but they're getting dressed at the Country Club, so their gowns won't get creased during the car ride.

  The reason why I'm exempt from all the fuss is that I declined when Eva asked me to be a bridesmaid.

  Aubrey obviously couldn't say no and I guess that for how mad she might be at her parents, her mom and dad are getting married and she has no ambivalent feelings about it.

  Actually, to be honest, my feelings aren't ambivalent.

  I hate my dad and while I don't know Eva enough to judge her, I keep thinking that she's a huge part of the reason why I grew up in a fucking convent and I only learned that I had a sister about a month ago.

  She isn't solely responsible for it but she's far from innocent.

  They leave before me and I’m stuck waiting for my date to pick me up and I’d be lying if I said that I don't feel sick to my stomach.

  I look at my reflection in the mirror in the foyer, where I’m waiting for the doorbell to ring.

  I’m wearing a deep blue chiffon dress that matches my eyes: it has an halter neck and is short in the front, leaving my legs exposed and longer in the back, brushing the floor.

  The dress is gorgeous and I wish the boys could see me in it and that at least one of them could be my date today.

  I decide to take a selfie and send it to my boyfriends.

  Pryce replies immediately.

  Pryce: Wow! Sweets you're fucking perfect. I don't think I’ve ever seen anyone more beautiful, like ... ever! That motherfucker you're seeing better not think about trying anything or he’ll be a dead motherfucker!

  Chaz: You're breathtaking. You look like a goddess. Please be careful today, stay near your sister. We’ll see you after the party and remember that I love you.

  Reece must be out of cellphone range because I get no answer.

  And I’ve got no time to dwell on anything else because the doorbell rings and a driver in a dark suit tells me that he's here to take me to the Country Club.

 

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