Page 15 of Brat Baby
Another laugh escapes me, but it sounds way too much like a sob for my liking, so I do my best to smother it. “Well, if it’s scientifically proven…” The mattress dips as I sit and the tears start again.
Fuck me. Shouldn’t I be dehydrated by now?
Oakley pulls me into her side, rubs my back, and murmurs things about it being okay. Eventually, my tears run dry, and I promise myself that this is the last time I’m going to cry over them.
The last fucking time.
“Did you manage to get in contact with them?” she asks as we both straighten.
I scoff as I wipe at my cheeks, the sound a little watery still. “Yeah, I got in contact with them. Was kind of hard not to. Derek and Hudson are my professors. Not that I actually got to speak to either of them. They both ignored me the entire time. And then left the room before they’d even finished the lecture. And I sent a text to the group chat. No response there, either.”
It takes real effort not to cry again as the sensation of being insignificant and unimportant washes over me. Ice floods my veins every time I think about it.
“What, hold on. There are four of them, right? Which ones are those? I’m going to need a diagram, I think.” Oakley bumps her shoulder into mine as she says it. “But seriously, your professors?”
I open my phone and go into the SugarLife app, which surprisingly has notifications waiting. “Yep. Calculus and macroeconomics.”
There is a request to chat from a daddy account and vault notifications about the money transfers. I ignore both for now and go into the messages from Brat4Us and scroll up to their pictures.
I show her the first picture. “Hudson.” Flick. “Derek.” Flick. “Darcy.” Flick. “Xavier.”
“Wait.” Oakley snatches the phone from my hand, and a flare of fear races through my veins as she steals my possession. “That’s… hold on. Let me get my phone. I swear I just saw a post about these men.”
My heart trembles in my chest and sweat beads along my spine as I stare at her fingers wrapped around my phone, barely registering the words coming out of her mouth. It’s not that there is anything important on it, but Derek gave it to me. And it’s mine. It was my reward from him. She can’t just take it like that.
Oakley pulls her phone out of her pocket and, one-handed, scrolls and taps until she makes an “uh-huh!” noise and then shoves her phone in my direction. “Here it is. There is an entire thread on the student forums dedicated to them. They’re called The Monarchs.”
“The what?” I ask as I take her phone from her with as much energy as she took mine. Because, what the fuck?
“The Monarchs. It’s got something to do with their last names. Also, they are fucking hot. I mean, the photos of them in their suits and other professor clothes are insane. But holy shit, this no-shirt look really works for them,” she mutters as she thumbs her way through the pictures.
“Don’t scroll too far left,” I murmur as I scroll through the thread that is completely dedicated to the men who spent theweekend restraining me to various pieces of their kink furniture and then having their way with me. Multiple times.
There are tens… no, hundreds of posts about them. Pictures from in class. Walking through campus. Having lunch. Laughing. Lining up in Grinder. Dressed in graduation clothes with the little square hat thingies with tassels. Standing around in the parking lot, leaning against their cars.
So. Many. Posts.
They have almost a cult following. Every post has hundreds of reactions and almost as many comments. And not just from the female student population. Guys are on there, commenting about the cars, where you can get a similar suit, and so much more.
I scroll back to the top and find a pinned post.
Welcome to the thread dedicated to The Monarchs. Please keep it tasteful. Any and all sightings are welcome. We have a strict window-shopping rule: You can look but not touch.
Any bullying, harassment, or inappropriateness will have you banned from the thread. Post moderation is enabled. If the admins deem your post unacceptable, it will be deleted, and you will be issued a warning. If you receive three warnings, you will be banned.
Under no circumstances are you to approach The Monarchs for the purpose of getting content for this thread. They are teaching professionals and have a job to do; please treat them as such. Any violation of their personal space will get you banned from the thread.
Without further ado, I’m pleased to introduce you to The Monarchs.
Derek King.
Hudson Gold.
Darcy Reign.
Xavier Knight.
Remember, stalking is a crime.
