Society Girls: Jenysis (17 page)

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enysis

When Wayne told me we wouldn’t be apart, I was skeptical. Then he told me Storyside had accepted a long-term residency at one of the casinos. Their theatre is being remodeled, and until then, they’re having a much needed rest. Recording in the studio at the house we rented, which Wayne convinced the owner to sell to him, and just hanging out with all of us.

It’s a week after the charity event, and I’m back to my daily classes. We all know we’re getting closer to being full members of the Society, and it’s starting to feel real. I’ve started seeing Ellie and Nate’s doctor, and once I’m ready, Wayne is going to go in with me. Things are back to a better “normal” than they’ve ever been.

Tonight is something special. Ethan finally admitted that he has a crush on someone his own age, and she happens to love Storyside. Brett is her favorite, though, and not Wayne, which is a very good thing. Ethan told her he knows them, and no one believes him. Which is why we’re standing outside her house, waiting to go into her birthday party.

Her family hired a local band, and the guys worked it out with them to come out after they’ve played all their original songs. Of course, Brett will say Ethan brought them, and then yeah, the girl had better at least give him a kiss.

The other band’s manager opens the side gate to the backyard, and motions us in. The lead singer is thanking everyone, and as we come into view the screaming starts. Wayne kisses me before taking the stage, swinging his guitar around so it’s in front of his body, and then plugging it in to the amp. Dear God, that never gets old—seeing him with his guitar.

Stella, Kevin, and I dance and sing along with the kids through the first song. Before they start a second one, Brett takes the mic, and greets the crowd. “Hi everyone, our good friend, Ethan Hall, asked us to stop by and sing a couple of songs for the birthday girl.”

A pretty little brunette runs up, waving her hands. “That’s me.”

“Happy birthday.”

“Thanks. Will you play my favorite song?”

“Sure, but don’t you think you should thank Ethan first?”

“Oh, yeah.” She looks around until she spots him, but doesn’t go to him. Un-fucking-believable. “Thanks, Ethan.”

“Come on, Stell,” I say, grabbing her hand.

The crowd parts for us as we make our way to our boy. “Hi, E!”

“Hi, Jen. Hi, Stell.”

“That’s the way you’re going to greet us? No kisses for your favorite ladies?”

“Dude, that princess chick just asked Ethan for a kiss,” I hear from behind me.

Ethan smiles at me, and gives me a small kiss on the mouth. He does the same to Stella, and then we both kiss him on the cheek at the same time. “Thanks, E,” Stella says. “We’re still hanging out tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll call you later, E,” I tell him, before walking back to the front of the stage.

Wayne and Kace are smirking, and the girl keeps looking between us and Ethan, like she can’t figure out how that happened. “News flash, honey. That boy is the best you’ll ever meet. It’s a damn shame you chose not to see it,” Stella tells her.

The girl looks to him again, a smug smile on her face. The smile falls, and I look over. A blonde, and a ginger are both talking to Ethan now. The girls are gorgeous, and while he’s used to being around gorgeous women, E’s lapping up the attention from the girls.

“Your loss.”

We all leave soon after that, and as soon as Wayne and I are through the door of my apartment, he has me pushed against the wall. “You look so sexy in jeans and one of my band shirts.”

“Well, I really do love Storyside,” I say, pulling it down so he can see my bra, which is covered in little guitars.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me insane.”

“But you’re going to love every minute of it.”

“True.”

He pulls me along into my bedroom, which has a big four-poster bed like my one back home. We’re kissing, and pulling at each other’s clothes, and there’s nothing sweet or romantic about it. At least there shouldn’t be, but every time with Wayne is romantic for me.

“I need to ride your cock.”

“Then do it,” he says, pulling me on top of him as he falls back onto the bed.

He scoots farther up, and sits against the headboard with me in his lap. I move my legs to either side of him, stroking that beautiful cock of his a few times before I slide down onto him. “Thank you for hugging me when you got off stage.”

“Always.”

There’s no more talking than that as we work in tandem to make each other come. He licks and sucks at my nipples, and I reach back to roll his balls in my fingers. He groans, and leans in to bite my ear. “Such a dirty little princess.”

“Dirty would be me licking them, but don’t worry, that’s coming later.”

“Oh yeah.”

Our rhythm starts out slow, but we’re moving fast within minutes. We’re both holding out, trying to get the other one to come first. I know I’m going to lose when he starts circling my clit with one hand, while using both his other one and his mouth to play with my breasts.

Both of us were so ready, and like I predicted, I’m calling out his name first, but he’s right there after me. whispering mine. So, while I technically lost, I’m pretty sure I won, too. Besides, I have a lifetime of sex in which to beat him at the sex games.

“I can’t wait to marry you.”

“You just tell me when and where, and I’ll be there.”

“It’s going to have to be at the palace. Sorry.”

“For what? I fucking love that palace. We’ve had many epic fucks there.”

“Please don’t say that in your speech.”

“I can’t talk about your mismatched lingerie, my food and sex fetish, or where on the grounds we’ve made love?”

“No, you cannot.”

“Okay. I’ll just have to settle for being a prince. I am going to be a prince, right?”

“That’s up to my father.”

“Cool. He likes me, and Prince Wayne has a ring to it.”

“The royal rock star.”

“Totally.”

“I love you, Wayne.”

“I love you too, Jeny girl.”

H
arlow

I walk into the Corrigan & Co building and smile at the receptionist and security guards, before heading for the elevators. After using the retina scan, I walk inside and ascend towards the Foundation. Some days I can’t believe I really work her, as part of a secret organization that hides in plain sight. Me, Harlow Green, college graduate, and former stripper.

Yep, I stripped my way through college, and when I couldn’t find a job right away, I kept taking my clothes off for money. I didn’t see a way out, until I was asked to join this group I’d helped once or twice.

Now, I feel like I’m in a dream. I have new friends—although I still see my old ones—and so much more. An apartment that’s safe, a job that pays even more than stripping, and a purpose in life. I’m going to help so many people, and that makes me feel so much better about the choice I was forced to make five years ago.

I shake myself, because I am not going to dwell on sad things, when it’s a new day here. I walk into the Foundation lobby, stopping at Alex Corrigan’s desk. “You texted me about a package, Alex?”

“Yep, here you go.”

She hands me a small box. There’s no return address, but I know they x-ray all packages, so I’m safe. When I open it, I re-think that. I’m not safe. Not at all.

“Harlow, are you okay?”

“No. I need to see Reina.”

I don’t want to touch the baby rattle inside the box, or the note taped to the top. There’s probably no evidence, but just in case, I lie them down on the counter. I can still see the words from here, and I fight to stay upright.

“What is it?” Reina asks, and I point to the box. She reads the words out loud. “I found you, and now you need to tell me where to find HIM! You can’t hide anymore, bitch! I’m coming for you!”

“You have to help me, Rei.”

“I will. We will. An enemy of one of us, is an enemy to all. You need to tell us everything.”

“I know.”

I’d always hoped this day would never come, but it has, and now I need to be strong enough to tell my secrets. I’m pretty sure Reina knows some of them, but there are things even computers can’t find. If they could, I’d already be dead.

F
irst and foremost
, I want to say that if you’ve been sexually assaulted, you can call 1-800-656-HOPE, and be connected to the RAINN affiliate in your area. You can also go to their website
https://centers.rainn.org/
to find a center in your area. You won’t be judged or shamed by those you reach out to, so please don’t be afraid.

If you’ve read my books, you know many of them mention different social issues. I’ve only set out to make an example of a character once before, planning a whole book around their specific issue, and that was Tegan. I didn’t think I’d be doing it with someone else, but then the world starting going crazier than normal, and Wayne just happened to be perfect for what I needed to say.

Rapists were getting slaps on the wrists, consent was being debate (when it never should be), and people were taking sides in celebrity arrests or altercations, because they felt they “knew” that person. I am sickened by the Stanford case, and others, where justice was denied for someone who was brave enough to fight for herself.

With social media, so many celebrities make themselves and their lives available to the public, that we forget that we don’t know what really goes on with them. Just because someone is good at their job, doesn’t mean they’re a good person. I have to remind myself of that.

I have people very close to me who have been sexually assaulted. I’ve heard about parents dissuading their children from pressing charges, and about police officers doing the same thing. Victim shaming is a real problem in this country, and it shouldn’t be. No woman, man, or child should ever be made to feel like they deserve what happened to them, or are a bad person for reporting it.

There won’t be any acknowledgements in this book, because I don’t feel they’re necessary, and the people I’d like to acknowledge wouldn’t want attention brought on themselves. I just hope they realize how much I love them.

Thank you all for reading this book!

C
rystal Perkins has always been
a big reader, but she never thought she would write her own book, until she sat down and did it one day. She lives in Las Vegas, where you can find her running author events and selling books at conventions when she isn’t reading, buying too many Sherlock t-shirts online or finding a place to put all of her Pop! figurines. She recently won the Creative Initiatives Award from Romantic Times for encouraging literacy, and she also won the Community Advocate Award from the Clark County School Librarians Association. A mac and cheese connoisseur, she travels the country looking for the perfect version, while attending book conventions and signings as a cover for her research. The Griffin Brothers series, Corrigan & Co., and the Society Girls series are international best sellers, and she’s thankful to the readers who made that happen!

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