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by True Omance Publishing

  “Aaron!” he called out as he rushed towards the pillar and started fumbling with the robes. As he loosened the knots, Aaron’s body slumped towards the ground lifelessly. His face was covered with a black cloth so he wouldn’t be able to see anything.

  “Aaron! Aaron can you hear me,” Jon started sobbing trying to get his son out of the constraints of the rope.

  He took off the cloth covering his face and couldn’t believe what he saw. His son’s face was bashed in and purple from bruises. There were severe wounds on his temples and his neck and his body slumped into Jon’s lap.

  Jon couldn’t keep himself together; he let out a loud cry, holding his son’s lifeless body in his arms till his lungs gave up and slumped into unconsciousness.

  He woke up in a hospital ward, surrounded by nurses and patients. A crippled man sitting on the hospital bed next to him was delivering a speech as if he was talking to a huge crowd, no one noticed him. Across from him, a girl was crying uncontrollably in her bed, when she saw him looking, she started laughing like a lunatic. Jon had no idea why he was there, inside a hospitals psych ward; he remembered nothing about what had happened. He felt like he was forgetting something important, and suddenly the image of the body of a little boy flashed in front of his eyes and he remembered everything. The boy had been killed in a brutal school bus accident and his face had been completely smashed in. He couldn’t remember who the boy was, but he suddenly remembered his name; Aaron.

  He turned to a nurse who was standing over his bed scribbling something in a file. He started to sit up and ask her what he was doing there when he read the name on the file.

  Adult Medical Health Services Hospital

  Jon Lopez – Patient No. 1756

  Paranoid Schizophrenic

  THE END

  Duke and the Bride

  Chapter One

  “Mom…” Olivia wailed, knowing she sounded exactly like her three year old niece.

  But she knew she had every right to be upset. Her mom just dropped this bombshell. Belatedly, Olivia realized she should be used to it by now. Her mom always announced her impending marriages with so much drama.

  “Olivia, honey…I thought you approved of Walt. I did say that things were going great between us. When he presented me with this engagement ring,” she continued whipping her hand into the light, “Well... I said yes.”

  Olivia knew she was too upset right now to even try and be happy for her. This was her fourth engagement, for christsake. But if she was really honest with herself, she didn’t care who her mom married…as long as it wasn’t Walt Caldwell.

  She had nothing against the guy. He was chivalrous, kind…and filthy rich. Her mom never dated anyone whose pedigree didn’t accompany a fat bank account. And who could blame her? Even if Marjorie Phillips was nearing her fifties, she was remarkably well-preserved. High cheekbones and patrician nose plus remarkable green eyes complimented the ash blond hair that hung causally over her shoulder. Her body was slim with full breasts, tapering narrow waist and wide hips. This made heads turn whenever Marjorie entered a room.

  Olivia often wondered if she wasn’t adopted. Her mom laughed when she first mentioned it and insisted she took after her own dad- a dad she had never met. He died when she was still a baby and Olivia had absolutely no recollection of the man whose traits she inherited.

  Olivia had a mixture of brown and green eye color that was breathtakingly lovely but which she found rather hideous. She took to wearing prescription glasses just to hide them. Instead of the lustrous sheen of her mom’s ash blond hair, hers was dark brown and curly and the scourge of her existence. No amount of gel or hair products ever tamed the unruly locks. They had a mind of their own.

  “Listen honey, Walt and I were thinking of hosting an engagement dinner next week at The Plaza…a formal meeting of the families so to speak. You know his son Hunter, right? I mean you go to the same school.” Marjorie announced.

  Olivia felt like her mom just dealt her with a death blow.

  Of course she knew Hunter Caldwell. He was wealthy, smug, and an egotistical asshole who also happened to be the quarterback of the football team at Columbia. He also played baseball and was a star athlete for the track and field team.

  Hunter Caldwell- the ultimate athlete was also stunningly gorgeous and popular with the senior girls. Olivia had heard so much gossip in the ladies room about ripped panties and trophy bras it made her blush just hearing them. It seemed like Hunter had practically slept with every girl at Columbia and his collection of underwear must be stashed in a box somewhere.

  She also made the mistake of running into him once when she was in a rush to get to class. The impact sent her books flying into the air, while Hunter muttered a scathing ‘careless bitch nerd’ under his breath before running off with his posse.

  Since them Olivia made it a point to crush herself against the wall whenever he was so much as a hundred meters within her breathing space.

  Hunter Caldwell was a ‘no-fly-zone’ for girls like Olivia Philips, 4.0 GPA and a certified ugly duckling. A black hole separated their universe and there was no way there world would ever collide…again.

  Well…except perhaps for that one glitch in her ordinary universe.

  Her best friend Samantha Evans persuaded her into coming along to a sorority party in the campus.

  “It will be fun,” she remembered Sam telling her.

  Olivia wasn’t into parties. She hated how the girls would suddenly go wild after a few pitchers of beer. And if the frat boys were around, the scramble to look for unoccupied bedrooms to make out made her stomach turn.

  But Sam was persistent and it was the last day before spring break. Olivia was feeling good about being free from hitting the books, so she agreed, albeit reluctantly, and declared she wasn’t planning on staying out late.

  Sam agreed and promised to bring her home anytime she wanted.

  The party was in full swing when they arrived. The thrum of hip-hop music could be heard even from the parking lot which was full of cars. Olivia could see silhouettes of couples having random sex in the backseat inside some of the cars. A procession of students entered through the main doors of the sorority house. This was going to be one hell of a party. It seemed like the whole university was in attendance.

  Inside the heat was stifling. The crush of bodies was everywhere. Sam managed to snag them a couple of warm beers in paper cups before she suddenly disappeared. Olivia found herself squashed between a couple kissing wildly and a guy nursing his drink. He introduced himself and Olivia was glad to have someone to talk too. She didn’t want to appear like a wallflower in a sea of humanity. But the guy made a sudden departure when he spotted some of his buddies in the room.

  Olivia looked around her helplessly. A tall lanky guy passed around some more beer. Olivia found herself gulping down the brew in an attempt to fit in.

  A group of rowdy seniors was in the center of the room where a girl was drinking beer upside down doing a keg stand. There was a lot of hooting and clapping and shouts of “more…more …more.”

  Olivia noticed a line of girls eagerly awaiting their turn. Then she realized why. Hunter Caldwell was among the guys egging the girls on. She whirled in sudden panic wanting to put as much distance between them.

  As she attempted to make for the exit, a crowd of giggling girls managed to sweep her along with them. Snippets of conversation assailed her.

  “Hunter offered to fuck the girl who could drink the most beer…”

  “Shit…that would be me then…”

  “Someone did say that Hunter said ‘quote-unquote’ he’ll make it a night for the bitch to remember…”

  “Where is that line…?”

  “Shit…can you see how long it is?”

  This was followed by excited embarrassed laughter as the girls inched their way into the room.

  Olivia struggled to break free but it was like stemming the waves on a stormy day. Instead she found herself shoved right i
n the middle of the crowd doing the keg stand and precisely in front of Hunter Caldwell.

  Chapter Two

  “Looks like we have another challenger,” Hunter shouted as the rest of the crowd clapped and hooted.

  “Not fair, there’s lines back here bitch,” a cacophony of female voices hissed their disapproval.

  Olivia tried to move away but Hunter pulled her back near him.

  “You need to lose this…” Hunter declared as he plucked her glasses away from her face.

  Olivia panicked and flailed her arms in an attempt to get them back from him.

  “Don’t worry sweetie, you’ll have them back soon as you show us what you’re made off.” Hunter taunted as he signaled to two of his buddies standing behind Olivia.

  Olivia was alarmingly aware how close he was to her. He smelled of beer. His breath wafted against her cheek. Surprisingly and in spite of her discomfiture, she found the smell of malted barley intoxicating rather than disgusting which she normally did.

  “Please! This is a mistake. I can’t.” Olivia pleaded but her entreaty was lost in the ruckus.

  She looked around hoping Sam would find and rescue her but her world turned upside down as she was hoisted over the keg.

  “Put me down, put me down.” Olivia screamed as her hands automatically held on to both sides of the keg.

  She was distinctly aware as Hunter crouched down beside her so that their faces were only inches apart. He held the hose in his hand and directed it towards her mouth.

  “C’mon sweetie…it’s just like sucking my dick.” He whispered loud enough for everyone to hear.

  Olivia never felt more powerless in her entire life. She had two choices.

  One, she could struggle some more and refuse and be mocked and teased for being such a pathetic wimp. It was such a common party activity in the university and honestly she had done it once before.

  Two, she could get it over with and salvage some of her dignity then leave this pheromone infested Hunter Caldwell hell-hole.

  The trouble with Olivia Philips is that her entire life had always been a battle to trounce any challenge. She confronted it until she found a way to overcome. And right now, at this very moment, she suddenly wanted to show everyone, especially Hunter-fucking asshole-Caldwell that she could take it just like all the girls he fucked before.

  She stopped struggling and stared him straight in the eyes.

  “What was the highest count?” She asked.

  Hunter looked at her momentarily perplexed.

  “Highest count?” He repeated, confusion written all over his face.

  “It’s a simple question, dumbass. How long the longest count that someone guzzled beer.” Olivia replied.

  “Twelve Mississippi…” someone answered

  “Start counting you conceited prick.” Olivia declared as she opened her mouth for the hose.

  She was at least thankful the beer was cold.

  And as she hung upside down listening to the crowd chanting one Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, Olivia swallowed while going through her mind everything she wanted to be but wasn’t. Top on her list was never being the girl in the same league as all the others he fucked. But she desperately wanted to show Hunter she could do this.

  She barely noticed as the count reached twelve and she was still guzzling like her life depended on it. But she did notice when the room became quiet except for one guy who was keeping score and he was at eighteen Mississippi.

  Olivia took a deep breath and as the count reached twenty she signaled that she was done.

  The guy holding her legs lowered her slowly like she was some kind of goddess. She noticed that Hunter was looking at her with disbelief written all over his face. The room was deathly quiet and she remembered thinking the silence was such a welcome change.

  Suddenly the room erupted into cheers and she was engulfed in a sea of bodies telling her how great she was. They parted like the Red Sea when she stepped forward holding out her hand to Hunter.

  “Glasses please.”She demanded imperiously with her nose in the air.

  Like a robot, he handed it to her. Without breaking eye contact to show him her loathing, Olivia perched it slowly onto her nose, regally turned her back at him and walked out the door.

  When she was far enough to be reassured no one was looking, Olivia ran to the nearest bush, heaved her stomach and spewed out all the beer she had consumed.

  The adrenaline that bolstered her earlier had dissipated and she felt weak in the knees. She was grateful for the remaining piece of gum that was in the back pocket of her denims. The tartness made her mouth feel better.

  She didn’t want to go back to the house looking for Sam and decided to wait by the car. As she sat by the hood, Olivia became distinctly aware that someone was coming towards her direction. She desperately hoped it was Sam.

  Her optimism flagged and turned to dislike as she saw who it was.

  Hunter noticed her sitting by the hood. Of all places, their cars were parked side by side.

  “Hey you…how come you never asked to collect your prize?” Hunter hailed her.

  Olivia remembered what she overheard earlier. Hunter made a bet to give the winner of the keg stand a night she’ll never forget.

  “What makes you think I’m interested?” Olivia asked back summoning her courage.

  She hoped her voice held the right amount of derision.

  Hunter gave a mocking laugh and sauntered close. Olivia felt nervous and eager at the same time. She hated how her body responded to him even as her brain declared him an asshole.

  “Unless you’re a lesbo, I still have to meet a cunt who wasn’t eager to have my dick buried inside it.” Hunter’s voice was husky as he sidled even closer.

  Olivia felt a sexual tension awaken within her body. She almost reached out her hand to touch him. But she controlled the urge to do so. The guy’s proximity was like static electricity. It made all the hairs in her body stand on ends.

  Although he hasn’t laid a hand on her his nearness aroused her. Her heart was beating fast and furious inside her chest.

  Hunter’s hand slithered between her legs and she gasped with the contact. Even through the coarse material of her pants, his touch felt like a provocative strike of a match on a strike strip. Olivia felt her lust flicker then catch fire consuming her as it spread all over her body. She felt like putty and she shivered with the delicious sensation.

  “I thought so…”Hunter muttered.

  He reached up and removed her glasses before tossing them casually into the hood of the car. Then his mouth came down on her hard. Olivia was taken aback by the suddenness of his aggression that her lips opened mechanically allowing his tongue access. She caught that intoxicating smell of malt in his breath and realized she wanted him just like all the girls in campus.

  Her breath was coming in gasps as her tongue met his. Her teeth clamped gently on his lower lip and she bit relishing the feel of the firm muscle between her teeth.

  “Good girl…” Hunter said inaudibly as his hands moved up to her tits

  Her nipples were stiff and strained hard against her bra. Hunter zeroed in on them and began rubbing against the material of her blouse.

  “You choice,” Hunter whispered in her ear, “I can fuck you here in the hood of your car or inside my car.”

  Olivia knew then that it was now or never. She could say no and walk away with her head held high or be just another notch in his belt. But Olivia was never dishonest especially to herself.

  “Your car…” she whispered huskily back at him.

  What other choice did she have? Her panty was damp with desire and they both knew it.

  Without losing a beat, Hunter moved away from her and stepped back to open the passenger door of his car parked right beside them. He bowed low from the waist and ushered her in.

  Olivia knew he was taunting her, mocking her even, for her easy acquiescence but she didn’t care anymore. She just wanted
to get laid by him.

  She noticed some flimsy materials lying on the carpet of the car floor and realized what they were. Hunter obviously had someone here earlier. It was a pair of panties.

  Her brain recognized this but her body casually disregarded the fleeting image. It wanted to remedy the aching desire that was growing steadily between her legs. Her hands didn’t need to be told what to do. She unzipped her pants and shimmied out of them. She heard the distinctive sound of his own zipper opening and felt the draft of the cool air against her ass as he lifted her butt to remove her panty.

  Hunter straddled her as she lay against the cool leather upholstery. Olivia realized that he still had all his clothes on except for his cock that was rearing against her face.

  Olivia knew she was at a disadvantage. He was still fully clothed while she was half naked. She stamped down a perverse sense of desperation as she assessed her situation.

  She arrived at a clear decision.

  “I’ll handle all the consequences later,” she thought, “But for now I’ll give this prick a blow job he’ll wish he had never been born.”

  With her mind made up, a sense of calm overcame her.

  Olivia grabbed his hand and licked each fingers putting his middle finger slowly inside her mouth sucking it. She moved it slowly up and down her mouth, moaning as she did. She realized the sound she making was turning him on more than what she was doing.

  She grabbed hold of his penis and started stroking gently, increasing the pressure as she went along. Lying down on her back gave her clear view of his face. Hunter’s head was thrown back with his eyes tightly shut. The veins on his neck bulged like thick cords each time Olivia’s hand stroked and caressed his shaft. He was definitely enjoying it.

  She twisted his throbbing member and started sucking the head slowly as her hand moved further down into his balls. She gave both a slight squeeze while the tip o of her tongue brushed back and forth against the small opening of his dick. The moisture that had accumulated felt sweet to the taste.