Page 9 of Crown Jewels
1 She never told her guys she loved them.
2 No real world meetups—which some of the other girls did.
3 No pussy. Her panties stayed on.
Taking a private show in the bath would violate rule number three. That and Emma referred to her after show baths as me time, when in reality it was we time. I may have installed a few cameras in the bathroom. Privacy wasn’t a thing in this house. At least not for Emma.
“How’s Mitch?” Emma asked.
I looked over to where he was still passed out. “He’s fine.”
He probably wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon. Mitch’s head was thrown back, eyes closed, and a stream of drool was trickling from the corner of his mouth. The bruise on the side of his face did make me feel a little bad, which was ironic considering I had absolutely no remorse for the many times I invaded his sister’s privacy.
“Make sure he puts some ice on that,” Emma said, and disappeared in the bathroom.
The second the door closed, my eyes drifted down to my phone, and the app that would let me see in the bathroom.
I should feel guilty. Despite his obvious flaws, Mitch was a good guy. He didn’t care who I was, where I came from, or what I could do for him, he was there for me regardless. Mitch liked me for me. That was unheard of in my world.
And how did I repay his friendship? By spying on his sister. My best friend was lying beside me unconscious, and instead of taking care of him, my first instinct was to jerk off to his sister stripping.
Did that make me a bad friend, probably. But I wasn’t a good guy like Mitch. I was sick and wrong. A part of me wanted to pull out my dick and jerk off to Emma while her brother slept beside me.
Sometimes I wondered if my twisted desires stemmed from jealousy. Mitch and Emma had a sibling relationship full of love and support. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my sister, but it was different.
Verity and I didn’t look out for each other like they did. If Mitch had any idea about the things I wanted to do to his sister, he would kill me. He protected Emma from douchebags like me.
I wouldn’t do that for Verity. Mostly because she could take care of herself. We didn’t need each other like they did. I envied them for that. I also hated Mitch for taking his sister's love for granted.
“Well Mitch,” I slapped my hand on his leg, “you sleep it off,” I stood up, said, “I’m gonna go jerk off to your baby sister,” and headed into my room.
VAHN
Asmirk curled my mouth as the sound of running water echoed through the left wall of my bedroom.
Our rundown apartment didn’t offer much in the way of sound cancellation , but I didn’t mind. I actually kind of liked it. If I couldn’t fall asleep at night, I’d press my ear to the wall and listen to Emma talk in her sleep. My little parakeet had some interesting dreams.
My father would hate this place. The very idea of his son sitting on a green couch he found on the side of the road would be insane to him. The Kessler’s didn’t have second-hand furniture or bedding from a department store.
We were refined, dignified, and only deserved the best in life. The family estate—Oakleigh Manor—was so big that my father was given his own wing when he was thirteen. Anything he wanted growing up, he got.
While my family had money, I didn’t have the same childhood my father did. My mother insisted on raising her children herself, and taught us things like cooking, cleaning, and how to take care of ourselves, which most of my cousins couldn’t do.
Unlike my father, she would think this place was a fine first apartment. Although she might be a little upset that someone else was living in the penthouse they bought for me. But she wouldn’t disapprove of how I chose to live, and she would like Emma.
Scrolling through my phone, I tapped on the app that brought the bathroom feed up on my screen.
Emma was sitting on the edge of the tub, swirling her hand in the water. She was so fucking beautiful that it physically hurt to look at her. Yet I couldn’t stop watching her. I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off her from the second she bumped into me on campus…
