Page 1 of Rhet

Ten Years Earlier

“Relax your throat, breathe through your nose Savannah,” I fist her blonde hair as I move her mouth up and down my cock. We’re inside the garage of her parents’ Antebellum style mansion.

Her baby blue eyes, water as she looks up at me.

“What the fuck are you looking at me for?” I snap.

She shut her eyes and moan. Her mouth feels warm, but I need more. Holding her head still I start pounding into her mouth.

I thought she would push me away, instead she digs her nails into my ass. The pain from her nails and the pain from my heart create a catalyst for the ultimate orgasm. Shoving her further down my length, her nose buried in my pubic hair. I cum forcefully down her throat.

“Ah fuck,” I push her away as I lean back on my car door.

Putting myself back into my pants, I hastily buckle the belt.

She wipes the cum off her lips. Getting off her knees she stands and fixes her dress “What happened to you and Charlotte?” she asks.

“You should know, she is your best friend, right?” I ask, as I reach for my jacket that I left on the hood of the car earlier.

“I mean, um yes she is,” Savannah replies in her snotty Southern drawl.

Taking my wallet out, I throw four hundred dollars at her.

“I am not some whore Rhet Banner,” she squeals.

I laugh, “Savannah, you just gave a blow job to your best friend’s ex-boyfriend…yes you are.”

She rushes past me crying.

My phone beeps, and as I pull it out, I see a text from my brother Trent, “Where are you? Get back to the party right now.”

I place the phone back in my pocket looking at the money left behind by Savannah with disdain. I wasn’t always like this, cold and mean.

Let me tell you how it all began.

RHET

Four Hours Earlier

“Why the fuck is it so shiny?” Dax Prescott scratches the blonde hair of his goatee looking confused.

I chuckle as I hold out the engagement ring for my four best friends’ inspection.

“It’s cheap, I’m betting he got it from Trager’s Pharmacy.” Jasper smirks.

I push playfully at Jasper’s shoulder, his hazel eyes crinkle as he smiles.

“I don’t see why you got to fucking rush this shit.” Cole leans on the alabaster column, lighting his cigarette. The flame from his lighter illuminates his sharp features.

I glance over my shoulder, making sure no one is coming out of the ballroom to disturb us. The music from the ballroom is muted by the closed white French doors.

“I hate to agree with Cole, but Rhet, we’re only twenty-one. We’ve got to sow our wild oats,” Tarek replies, as he sips his bourbon. His silver stare fixed on the diamond as it twinkles under the moon light.

“That’s a lot of white picket fence shit, Rhet,” Jasper grumbles.

My stomach churns as the diamond shines under the moonlight. I’m making the best decision. Right?

“It’s my first step towards taking over my family’s empire and joining the Quarter Masters,” I reply, reciting the exact that my father always says to me.

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