Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 163387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
Now I reached over and placed the laced joint at his lips until he pulled deeply. His head lolled back on his shoulders as my free hand reached out to touch the growing bulge behind his zipper.
I fondled him to hardness before releasing him into my mouth. “Lisa!” He pulled my hair and called me by her name, and I shivered. He dragged me up and flung me to my back before burying himself inside me. I looked deep into his eyes, his pure Lisa, and said the one thing I knew would bring this whole thing to a crescendo. “Yes, Cody, fuck me….”
His bellow of rage was the last thing I heard before I blacked out from the blows, my last thought being that he’d be passed out in two minutes; I’ll live.
It took three days. Three days, well nights really, of getting him high with the mixture of weed and antipsychotics, followed by hours of role play. It was to the point now that until he came down from his high, he was convinced that I was her, and for him, it was no longer just make-believe.
In those three days, I’d heard all about her and Cody getting engaged, though there was no official statement to that fact. I’d found out about her family’s status when I went searching online using what little information I’d learned in that meeting a few days ago, only to have strange men show up at my door in the middle of the night.
Nothing was said, but I wasn’t too simple-minded to put two and two together. The fact that they said nothing told me that they were not my father’s people, so her family could be the only other answer. Although I was afraid, somehow, the fact that her family held so much power only worked to enrage me further. Her life seemed too close to the one that should’ve been mine.
I was more suited to be a pampered princess than she was. How could someone like her appreciate what those women in that room could offer? It was obvious that she was the odd one out, and I’d consoled myself with the thought that maybe she’d been adopted, that would beat her having aristocratic blood while I…well, dad had come from nothing to make it, and mom wasn’t much better.
They’d both come from blue-collar backgrounds, but that was long before I came along; at least, I was too young to remember the days before their careers took off, and we left all of that behind. I never think of that, never let myself remember that we weren’t always part of the in crowd, and have gone to great lengths to erase that part of my history from my mind.
But knowing that the girl I hated most came from the kind of background I’ve built up for myself over the years is like a slap in the face. I won’t lie; after that meeting, I’d gone back to my room at the sorority house and locked myself in as I went in search of any information to be had about her.
That’s another thing, the lack of any information on them anywhere, except for a few writeups in the society pages going back years. There was nothing really about them in the last almost twenty years.
Whereas in the beginning, I thought that meant that they were too nondescript to be in the public eye, after meeting them face to face, I knew I was only kidding myself.
When you’ve been well off all your life, you learn to spot the difference between the Uber-rich and the wealthy. They smell different; the cut of their hair, even if it’s the same style, looks different, better, and sharper. I knew sitting in that room that those people were the sort whose boots my own parents lick every day.
It was degrading, humiliating, and dehumanizing for me to have to sit there feeling like a pauper while my nemesis sat among the nation’s royalty, as mom would put it. To make matters worse, my dad had shown how much he doesn’t care in front of her and Cody.
That humiliation is what helped me come up with my plan; it was the catalyst I needed. Since my own father insists that I have to spend a year in prison and my mother had chosen this time to become mute, I might as well do something worthy of that sentence.
They’ll never know that it was me. Good, sweet Jeff would take the fall, and it will be so believable. I’d spent the last little while working him up to the point that the poor boy had been losing his grip on reality little by little.
I watched from afar, hidden beneath the hoodie of my sweater, as he ran up from behind and flung his arm around her shoulder. It didn’t matter that she pulled away and confronted him; what mattered was that others saw this display. It was the perfect backdrop to what came next.