The Princess and the Bully (Goldsworthy University Book 1)

by Tiffany Ransier

  “My old friends,” I say slowly.

  Scar stands up from her chair near the left end of the table. “You mean those three bitches you told me about who haggled you for your money?”

  Peyton stands up with her. “You told us they forced you to take them to The Crown all the time.”

  “They must have seen I was back and known that I’d come here.”

  “Princess?” Emily asks on the other end of the phone.

  Scar flops back in her chair. “Send them up. Send them up!” she yells.

  “I agree,” Gemma adds.

  I hesitate, flip flopping back and forth between telling them to come up and telling Emily to make them leave so I don’t have to see them again.

  Brandie giggles from the right end of the table. “Come on Mera, do it. I’d like to teach those scummy fakes a lesson.”

  I don’t know what she means by that, but how can I say no when it sounds so fun?

  “Let them up,” I say and hang up.

  “Does everyone know what they want for drinks at least?” I ask, touching the gold trim on the menu.

  I hear enough ‘yes’s’ that I nod at Pierre, who takes them all down. As the door to the stairs close behind him, the elevator dings and in walk my three so-called friends.

  Four months and they still look the same. Greed shines in their eyes as they look around the table at my friends and I.

  “Mera!” Amanda shrieks and comes around the table to hug me from behind.

  Evelyn follows suit. I turn my body slightly in the chair. The only one who doesn’t touch me is Josh, and that’s because of the stare down between him and Callan.

  Callan’s hand is practically glued to my leg, and as Josh’s eyes flit down, I know he sees it too.

  Josh’s smile falters for a second as he turns to me. “I missed you, Mera. Think you could ask someone to move over so I can sit next to you?”

  By someone he can only mean Jamie or Callan and I don’t think he means Jamie.

  “The only guy she’s going to sit next to is me.”

  Josh frowns. “And what about what Mera wants?” He looks pointedly at me, but I don’t say a word.

  I’ll never forget how pushy Josh always was. Not only for my money, but for my attention. For that reason, he’s the most annoying out of the trio.

  “I’m fine where I am, Josh, actually. Why don’t you go and pull up a chair with Amanda and Evelyn?”

  His mouth flattens. He truly thought I would say something different. I hold in a laugh.

  “So you’re gone for four months and suddenly you decide to ditch your friends for some rich snobs?”

  Noel shouts, “Hey buddy, we’re cool rich snobs, thank you very much!”

  I hold back a laugh.

  “We’ve been your friends since freshman year of high school. We partied with you day and night, whenever you wanted to. We skipped out on lots of things to be there for you.”

  He looks so serious. It’s almost like he really believes this shit. That he’s actually a good friend.

  “So you three paid for your own drinks and paid for your own food while you guys went out too then right?” Scar asks, perching her head on the top of her hand with her elbow on the table.

  Amanda gasps. “Hey, wait–”

  “Or what about making up excuses so you could get money out of her?” Scar continues.

  Evelyn stands up and gazes down the table at me. “Mer, are you really going to let them do this to us?”

  Josh scoffs. “Obviously she’s being used by everybody here. They all secretly hate her, I know it. That’s how it was in high school. We were the ones who told you who to look out for and I’m telling you right now, every single person at this table hates you. Do you know how pathetic you are Mera for just going along with this?”

  I mean, they were mostly wrong, everyone at this table is my friend except for one person.

  Collette coughs. “Uh, excuse me, but the only person who gets to call Mera pathetic is me. So how about you parasites go and find someone else to attach yourselves to?”

  Her words leave me stunned and by the look on everyone else’s face at the table, they are too.

  Callan stands up, towering over Josh, “Yeah. How about you listen to my sister and go?”

  Josh clenches his fists at his side, looking from Callan to me.

  Amanda sighs. “Come on, let’s go. I can see we aren’t wanted anymore.”

  Evelyn looks teary as she eyes me. As if tears would do anything to turn this around for them.

  Josh turns and stomps over to the elevator, with Amanda and Evelyn right behind him. And when they’re gone, a rush of relief washes over me.

  I’m done with them. I never have to see them again.

  “I don’t know how you managed to be friends with them for so long. Just from this small amount of time I can tell how annoying they were,” Gemma muses.

  Jamie touches my hand. “We’ll never take advantage of you like that. And I think we’re all honored that you invited us.”

  At that moment, the elevator dings and Pierre comes in, moving tray after tray from the elevator of drinks.

  After placing each drink in front of the person who ordered, he takes down our meals and is gone again.

  “Let’s toast to friendship,” Brandie says, holding her glass of wine up. “And to Mera.”

  “To Mera,” everyone except Callan declares, glasses clinking together.

  “To Wil,” he murmurs in my ear and takes a sip of his tequila.

  All of us girls are chattering excitedly as the ball is about to begin. They’re all in my room because they wanted me to do their makeup, well, except Collette. But finally, they’re all done and I’m all done. I did mine fast so I wouldn’t sweat it off.

  All eight of our gowns are different colors with different cuts and each one of us looks gorgeous from head to toe.

  We all look like a bunch of princesses, honestly.

  I gaze at myself in the mirror to check for anything out of place. I try and smooth down a stray strand of hair in the front. Most of it is in curls down my back. The other part is a piece taken from the front left and a piece from the front right put together and held by a jeweled clip.

  With careful hands, I move them over the skirt of my princess ball gown. A beautiful rose gold color with diamonds of every size covering the sweetheart cut corset.

  “I guess we should get down there,” I say, twirling around for one last check.

  “Who plans on dancing?” Scar asks.

  Brandie pipes up, “Me! I’m sure Brett is going to look so dreamy.”

  Jamie smiles, “Me too, probably? Hopefully Emerson wants to.”

  Collette turns her nose up. “I’ll be just fine sitting by the bar.”

  “Guys don’t ask me to dance,” Gemma quietly remarks.

  “Why don’t we dance together then?” Ashlynn suggests looking at Scar, Gemma, Luella, and me. “To the fast songs at least. Those slow ones can fuck off. No offense, Mera.”

  “Sounds good,” Luella says, clapping her hands.

  Nodding, I finish my outfit up with a tiny princess tiara and slip on a pair of heels with a chunky transparent heel. Out of all of the ones at the shop, these looked the most comfortable while at the same time looking the least probable to not make me do something clumsy like falling over my own feet.

  When we walk out, all of the guys are waiting.

  My eyes go straight to Callan, his cold eyes turning hot the minute he looks me up and down. His hair is gelled and pulled to the side and his tux is immaculate. He looks so hot, my breath catches in my throat. And then, I spot the cutest thing in his pocket. A gold flower with rose gold diamonds encrusted inside. When did he get that?

  He grabs my arm and leads me down the hallway, fast, away from everyone else. “You shouldn’t have worn that dress.”

  I glance up at him. “Why?”

  He inhales deeply. “Because it’s taking everything in me not to pu
ll you in any room we pass by and rip it off of you.”

  A choked breath escapes me as he leads me to the grand stairway by the ballroom. “But just wait,” he murmurs.

  Just wait for what?

  I’m left wondering as the ball starts. What does he want to do?

  I try to keep my head in the game as my parents show me off to all of the attendees, talking to them, dancing with my father. I’m finally free so I find Callan in the corner, talking with Tyrell, Vincent, and Noel.

  I grab his hand and drag him away, toward the stairs, but instead of going with me, he instead tugs me to the dance floor where a slow song is playing.

  I’m still uncertain about things between us. He never apologized for anything he did to me. For filling me with fear and constantly worrying for my life. For choking me to the point where I almost passed out.

  The hate between us is gone, but what’s left then?

  I don’t know when I’ll figure it out.

  There’s only one thing I know for sure, and that’s that I want him again. Should I give in? I was able to stop myself yesterday morning when we arrived, but now, with how devastatingly handsome he looks, and how hard he’s been pushing I can’t deny how much I want him.

  “What’re you thinking about so hard, princess?” he whispers in my ear.

  “Nothing,” I answer, probably way too quickly.

  He presses me into his hips and I feel something rock hard between us. “You know what I’m thinking about though, don’t you?”

  I shake my head quickly and he leans down, His hot breath hits my ear and I can’t even put my mind to the dance movements anymore. I’m following his lead now automatically.

  “I’m thinking about how much I need to be inside you.”

  A low gasp escapes my mouth and my cheeks heat up, glancing around slightly paranoid at the people around us to make sure they didn’t hear.

  “You want it too, I know you do,” he whispers gruffly.

  I don’t get to respond, because he grabs my hand off his shoulder and leads me away, quickly up the grand staircase.

  My heels click softly against the tile as we stop at a bench along the side of the wall.

  Down below, I can still hear the song we were dancing to slowly coming to an end and people softly talking to each other.

  He pulls me into a rough kiss, capturing my lips and nipping at them with his teeth.

  Waves of electricity flow through me, and I gasp softly as his lips move to the side of my neck, sucking hard and then biting down.

  I emit a soft whine and his hand covers my mouth quickly. “I love hearing every sound you make, just try and keep it down.”

  He sits on the bench and pulls me down on his lap. Underneath me, I feel his hand moving as he undoes the button and the movement of his zipper coming down.

  Right now? Right here?

  He’s really…

  My thighs tighten together as moisture starts to pool.

  He pulls the skirt of my gown up and yanks my underwear to the side. A long finger slips in, and I bite my lip hard to keep myself quiet.

  “You’re so wet for me, Wil. You can’t wait either, can you?” I close my eyes as I feel the head of his cock brush against my entrance.

  The sensation coupled with the anticipation of knowing that he’s so close to being inside me causes me to move my hips back and forth, rubbing myself on top of him.

  He groans low in his throat. I wish I could see his face this time.

  His hands move to my hip outside of my dress and he pulls me down onto his cock in one go.

  I cover my mouth, muffling the moan in my throat. A zing of pleasure goes to my toes. There’s no pain at all this time.

  “You’re tighter this time, princess. Is it because anyone can walk by and see us like this?”

  He pulls my hips up and thrusts his cock up into me. The pleasure hits me harder than before. Maybe because it was my first time, or maybe because we’re in public, or maybe it’s this position.

  I push myself harder, meeting him as he pounds into me, and he emits a strangled groan that has me moving faster, until the pleasure becomes so much, I lean back against him and he covers my mouth as I cry out, coming on his dick.

  Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, but he’s still fucking me hard, making everything feel so heightened. My toes twitch in my heels and my body shakes and another wave hits me and I come all over again.

  “You look so pretty when you come, Wil,” he whispers.

  As he’s still slowly rocking into me, I hear voices faintly, and sit up. They’re coming from the staircase.

  Two minutes later, two people round the top of the staircase and my eyes widen in horror.

  Callan is still inside me.

  And it’s my mother and father.

  “Hey guys” I exclaim in a hitched tone.

  She smiles. “There you are darling.” Turning to my father, she inclines her head, “See I told you she snuck off with him. Oh to be young and in love.”

  My body quakes at that last word and I feel Callan twitch inside me.

  Biting my lip, I twiddle my fingers together.

  “Don’t worry, we aren’t mad at you sweetheart, we snuck off plenty of times together too.”

  Snuck off, yeah. Those are the words for what we’re doing.

  “One of those friends of yours was looking for you. He didn’t seem too happy that he couldn’t find you.”

  “One of my new friends or old friends?” I ask, even though I know the answer.

  “That old one who used to come around all the time.”

  Josh.

  Underneath me, I feel Callan’s hips move back just slightly and move forward, moving his cock deeper inside.

  “Eeep. Ooookay! Well thanks for letting me know,” I say looking between them and motioning with my eyes for them to leave.

  My father gets the hint before my mother does.

  He grabs her shoulder and ushers her back to the staircase. “Let’s let these lovebirds enjoy themselves.”

  The minute their voices can’t be heard anymore, Callan leans up forward. “That was a close one. Do you know how tightly you were clenching around my cock? I almost came, Wil.”

  I gasp as I feel him twitching inside me again. He moves my hips up and pulls me back down onto his cock.

  “Your pussy belongs to me, Wil,” he groans as I feel him jerk his hips up, filling me with his hot cum. “Don’t deny me anymore.”

  A hand goes around my throat as he pulls me back and thrusts his tongue inside my mouth, just as roughly as his cock entered my pussy. He pulls back and touches my forehead to his. “Better go clean up.” His eyes are hazy with lust. “My cum is going to start leaking out the moment you get off my cock.”

  My eyes widen at the realization. The closest bathroom is on the other side of the hall.

  “Clench those thighs together, princess.”

  God, and I haven’t even had the time to get on birth control.

  Luckily, my period came so I’m clear from last time.

  With a sharp gasp, I move off of his cock and immediately take off down the hall as fast as I can while keeping my thighs pressed together. I look like a duck waddling awkwardly. Luckily no one is around to see. When I get to the other side, I walk into the unisex bathroom.

  Most of the stalls are empty, but since I’m in such a rush, I take the stall closest to the door. I clean up quickly, feeling my body heat up when I see his cum made it partly down my legs.

  He came so fucking much.

  When I’m done, I flush the toilet, and pull the door open, running right into someone.

  “Wh-what? Josh?”

  His eyes are angry and red, as if he’s been crying.

  “Do you know how hard I worked?” he asks quietly.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I worked so hard to be the guy you wanted. You leave for four months and you come back with some asshole. And just like that, I’m out
. Four years, Mera.”

  “Josh, you weren’t–”

  “Four fucking years,” he thunders. “So what is it? Is his dick big? Is that it?”

  He backs me into the stall for a second, but I push forward, trying to move around him.

  He blocks me with his body. “No. You aren’t getting away from me this time. I bet my dick is just as big as his if not bigger.” Reaching forward, he grabs me by my wrist, so tight I wince.

  In a flash, I hear the slide of his pants going down. He pulls me to the wall by the sink and I kick my leg out trying to get him in the crotch, but he blocks me.

  He yanks my skirt up so I’m flush against his crotch and I can feel his erection.

  “I will never want you Josh. What part of that don’t you understand? Maybe Amanda or Evelyn are more your speed.”

  He curls his lip as I try to wrench my wrist out of his grip, but he only punishes me for it by slapping me across the face.

  My cheek stings as he wrenches my underwear to the side.

  No. No.

  He pushes a finger into my entrance. “Look how wet you are.” He laughs eerily. “You can’t deny it.”

  I spit in his face. “I’m not wet for you. I’m wet for Callan and only Callan.”

  His face twists into anger and he yells, putting a hand at my throat and choking me just as hard as Callan did Halloween night.

  I let out a choked scream. Screaming one name only and begging that he’ll hear me. “Callan!”

  In what seems like slow motion, I feel his hips move forward as I start seeing flashes of light in my vision. The bathroom door opens with a bang and just when I feel his disgusting penis against my entrance, he goes flying away and I can breathe again.

  I inhale sharply, clutching my throat and straighten my dress.

  I hear the sound of gurgling and look down to find Callan’s back with Josh on the floor. Josh’s hands and scrambling around madly, scraping at the sides of the bathroom stall.

  Callan is drowning him in the toilet. “You touch what’s mine, and you die,” he says in a low tone. “I thought you got the message yesterday, that Wil was mine, but I guess I didn’t make it clear enough. Every inch of her belongs to me. Only I get the pleasure of touching her, kissing her, feeling her clenched around my dick. You’re a sorry sack of shit.”