Page 77 of Dean's Delinquent
It was also the day after the death or murder, depending on who you talked to. Marnie didn’t believe in coincidences. It’s what made our discussions so fun and lively. I’d always give the benefit of the doubt or play devil’s advocate while she was very much in earnest.
How weird is it that I’m now at the very heart of what we once imagined to be a secret society? Could her leaving have anything to do with that? But then, that doesn’t really make any sense.
Marnie was a pretty girl, but not someone who would thrive as a sexual property. I know they say don’t judge a book by its cover, but Marnie didn’t give off adventurous vibes. At least not when it came to getting it on with someone else.
Knowing her, it probably is something just as mundane as a family emergency. I’m probably only imagining the most salacious because I’m literally in the lion’s den of promiscuity. As much as Marnie would have loved to have cracked this case with me, she would have absolutely hated being sexualized and objectified like we are.
I just hate feeling so fucking alone.
Even being at the center of the dean’s attention when he’s able to give it to me, I feel so cut off. I don’t have girlfriends. I don’t have people who really understand me. I’m supposed to be able to make friends with these other Society girls, but how can I when they’ve all been fed the same lie?
They can’t tell me what they do with these men coming in and out. They can’t have solidarity with me. I’m surrounded yet so fucking alone.
Gritting my teeth in determination, I continue on to my class, but soon, Dean Anderson will realize I need more than what I’m being given. If he’s going to keep me trapped like a porcelain doll, then he better damn well give me enough pain to forget I’m in a cage.
Enough is enough.
I’m through with a nice hard fucking.
Bring on the brat.
ChapterThirty-One
Dean Anderson
The soft sound of chanting vibrates from my phone as I watch the footage of a minor protest on the campus lawn. Fucking Chase. Of all the people to overdose, it had to be Chase fucking Ackerman.
Honestly, I’m not sure why Ashleigh hasn’t been there, making my life miserable by covering this. Then again, I’ve been hopefully wearing her out enough that she just has time for classes and my cock.
Scrolling through my emails, my lips turn down into a fierce frown. Normally, she has the latest edition of the Lantern to me by now, so I can go over it with a fine-tooth comb. The fact that it’s not here makes my gut churn with unease.
What is the little minx playing at?
She’s been a paragon of submission for the last bit. Could it be something is wrong? As I go to scroll to her texts, the door props open, revealing Shelaine.
“I know you’re busy, but Miss Ashleigh is here to see you.”
A soft breath eases from between my lips as the girl in question steps inside my office, looking no worse for wear. I don’t go through long bouts of time where I don’t see her. Mostly it’s just while I’m working.
It doesn’t stop my heart from squeezing when I don’t instantly have eyes on her. Having the Chi Sigma Delta cameras helps, but that doesn’t give me peace of mind for all the other hours of the day. As much as I want Todd to put cameras on every square inch of this campus, that’s just impractical.
“Ashleigh,” I murmur, getting my documents in a neat pile. “I assume you have the latest episode of the Lantern ready for me?” When Shelaine ducks back out of the office, I lean back into my chair and motion for Ashleigh to come forward.
“Like she doesn’t know? I’m pretty sure Shelaine, of all people, understands what’s happening in this office.” There’s a slight bite to her words, an acrid tinge that makes my fingers itch for my paddle.
“You will do well to watch your tone, my pet. Just because you’re in my office doesn’t mean I can’t bend you over this desk and turn your ass a pretty shade of red.”
“Then do it.”
The glare she levels my way is something new. It’s petulant almost, as if she’s trying to get a rise out of me.
“Ashleigh, why are you here? If it’s not to go over the paper with me, then you know I’ll see you later this evening. Why come stir up trouble? Why make a fuss?”
“Are you kidding me?” Her voice notches up an octave as she crosses her arms and nearly stomps her foot.
“No. I’m not joking. I’m extremely busy right now. Please tell me what you need so I can get back to work. For a moment, her expression falters as she looks to the side as if she’s embarrassed. “Is it an orgasm? Did I not leave you a babbling mess before your class this morning?”
“It’s more than the orgasms,” she finally bites out as she stomps her way over to me. “You gave me something when you found me at the initiation. Something you’ve yet to give me again. Yeah, you can fuck me. Anyone can fuck me.”
