Page 5 of Deliverance

“Yeah,” I say with a shake of my head, leaning my head against the headrest as I close my eyes.

“Well, what better way to celebrate than to throw a party?” Mercy says.

I shake my head again. “Too much work.”

“What is work? I’ll text a few people, and we’ll be set. I’m texting Liam. I can get him to bring Asherrrr,” she taunts, forcing me to pop an eye open.

“What makes you think you have sway over Liam Walcott?” I challenge.

Not only is he a Legacy, but he’s Asher’s bond brother. He’s his right hand man and his best friend. The two are rarely separated; where one goes, the other follows.

“Because he spent all last night and this morning fucking my ass.” She grins as I scoff.

“You’re such a slut.”

Mercy shrugs like the fact doesn’t bother her, because it doesn’t. The Brethren isn’t a large community by any means, and it is extremely looked down upon to date or even consort outside of the society, so we hook up with anyone we can. A lot.

I’ve slept with Liam a few times. He’s fun in bed for sure, and he will happily drown in your pussy if given the opportunity, but he isn’t the one I want, not by a long shot. I’ve wanted Asher Putnam since we were kids. He has always been the prize every girl wants to secure, but fuck he makes it an impossible task. I know he slept with Mercy in the past; he even took Angela’s virginity her freshman year of high school. There aren’t many out there he hasn’t fucked, honestly.

Asher Putnam operates under a very strict no strings attached kind of way. Despite that, when he’s looking to hook up, I’m always his first call, and I know women like Mercy are jealous of that. I understand that it sounds like he’s just using me, and don’t get me wrong, I’m not an idiot. I know he is. Still, I know he feels something for me, whether it’s just favoritism or whatever is fine. At the end of the day, I’ll be the one with his ring on my finger. I’ll be the one he takes to be his wife, and I’ll be the wife to the head of the Brethren one day.

“Fine. Let everyone know, make sure Asher is there, got it?” I say.

“Already on it.” Mercy smiles as she does what she does best.

* * *

I went through outfit after outfit, trying to pick something that would catch Asher’s eyes the best before I settled on a backless little red dress. The material starts just above my ass, showcasing my back dimples that I know he loves. It also has a scoop neckline that shows off my brand new tits, thanks to Dr. Korasik.

Smearing on my signature red lipstick, I give my hair a few tousled curls and apply some shimmery eye shadow that makes my blue eyes practically glow before smiling in the mirror.

Perfect.

When I come downstairs, the party is in full swing. In a matter of an hour, my house went from a white marble and white carpet museum to a summer festival. Literally, I see fire dancers outside by the pool, a DJ set up in the living room and another one in the backyard. Mercy certainly works fast.

I begin pushing through the throngs of people, which is easier said than done, before I finally set my eyes on my goal. Asher, Liam, and a few others are gathered around the firepit out back. Mercy is currently dry humping Liam in his chair. Wait, based on the angle of her dress she might be just fucking him. What did I say? Slut.

Shaking my head at her pathetic self, I put an extra sway in my hips as I approach the group. Angela gives me a small smile and a nod as she talks to Dane Lewis while her brother’s eyes are solely on me. I give him a quick smile, pacifying him before my eyes come back to Asher’s, practically willing him to look at me.

Unfortunately for me, he doesn’t even realize I’m present. Instead, his eyes are focused on some girl dancing before he points to her and curls his finger, beckoning her closer. My smile fades, and my brows dip as the girl eagerly rushes over to Asher, awaiting his next command. He pats his lap, and she practically jumps onto him, perching herself onto his thigh before he grabs her face and begins kissing her.

Hurt pangs in my chest, but I don’t let it deter me. Walking right up to him, I push my tits out a little more as I clear my throat.

“Hey guys, thanks for coming.”

Liam pulls away from Mercy’s mouth long enough to rake his eyes over me, winking before going back to devouring her. Dane nods at me in acknowledgment and Asher just continues making out with that fucking bitch. I feel anger rising inside me, visions of burying my hand into her mousy brown hair and ripping her the fuck off him flash in my head, but I don’t act on it.

Yet.

Instead, I figure reverse psychology might be the way to play things tonight. So, I turn my attention towards the man desperate for it.

“Hi, Jeremy.” I smile.

He practically lights up as he watches me from his seat. Jeremy Stroughton has always had a thing for me, but that little thing has evolved into a massive crush over the last year or so. We’ve never slept together, mainly because he gave off the vibe that he’d be too clingy, which I’m well aware how ironic that is. Maybe a little heavy flirting with Jeremy will wake Asher up and make him realize how desirable I am, how if he doesn’t lock me down soon, I could be swept away. I’ve been too available to him. Maybe I need to play hard to get.

“What do you think of my outfit?” I ask, drawing out my words as I run my hands over my curves.

He sinks his teeth into his lip as he nods.

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