Page 9 of Ruse
My father’s obnoxious yelling is the last thing I hear before I slam the front door behind me.
ChapterFour
MAVERICK
“She needs to learn to show some respect to her father. I’ve had enough of my children parading about town like they have no responsibilities in life.”
Hypocritical for a man who cheated on his wife of twenty years with another married woman for at least eight of those years, to demand respect from his children. Brooklyn and Phoenix Bancroft have never been expected to show responsibility for anything in their lives. Bred by the patriarch of the Bancroft Dynasty, the two golden children of Malibu Cove found themselves amid scandal when their father’s affair came to light earlier this summer.
“Austin, sweetheart, she’s a teenage girl. It’s in her nature to want to hang out with friends instead of spending the night at home with her family.” I scoff at my mother’s feeble attempt to calm her new husband. I honestly can't figure out what she saw in the old man.
Austin Bancroft is a Class-A douche. Sure, my father wasn’t the greatest husband, usually traveling on business more than he ever was at home, but he did it to ensure his family had the best life they deserved. It gave her no right to disrespect our family that way.
“So, if she gets to skip out on these new Brady Bunch dinners, I’m out,” Brooklyn, my beloved new stepbrother, a cocky, brainless jock, yells out as he stands, his chair creaking against the tiled floor.
“Sit down Brooklyn,” Bancroft Sr. demands. Brooklyn easily slinks back into his seat, defeated. “The two of you desperately need some values instilled in you. This ends today. From now on, every Wednesday and Sunday are mandatory family dinners. We will have breakfast together daily, and if I spontaneously decide to add another family night to that schedule, then I will.”
I roll my eyes at his idea of bonding with his children. Let’s see how long that lasts with his two spoiled brats who don’t have a care in the world for what daddy says. Being a good parent doesn’t mean suddenly forcing yourself on your children and demanding they give you the respect you think you deserve. It means giving them the freedom to do as they please, yet instilling values and morals that allow them to see what’s right from wrong.
Leading by example.
Modeling appropriate behavior.
Cheating on their mother and nearly sending her to the grave is number one on thehow to drive your children awaylist.
I excuse myself to the restroom, instead heading out onto the back patio, and pull out my phone, opening a new text message thread. Thanks to Austin’s idea of creating a more united family, I already have Phoenix’s phone number saved in my contacts. I type out a quick text, congratulating her on her little show of rebellion, telling her father to fuck off.
Me: Ballsy babe. Must admit, I didn’t think you had it in you.
Our earlier scuffle on the staircase took me by surprise. A pleasant surprise, no doubt. After seeing her for what she thinks is the first time, I knew I had to pull a mask over my face and not let her see how attracted I was to her physical appearance.
Phoenix may think the first time I laid eyes on her since I came to town was this morning in class, but I’ve been back in Malibu Cove for over a month. I’ve been lurking about, parading around town, and tracking her every move. It was a lot harder than I had expected, especially since after the scandal, she became reclusive and barely came out of her house. The few times I could see her, she was with that blonde, Donovan I think her name is, I saw her with on the first day of school. She’s cute, though nothing compared to the beauty of Phoenix.
Where Donovan is a sweeter, more innocent kind of beautiful, Phoenix is flawless and alluring. With hardly any makeup on, she’s impeccable. Fair, but golden tanned skin, the brightest aquamarine eyes, and a figure that would make every plastic surgeon in Hollywood claim they worked on her. She’s thin but toned, natural muscle formed from just being active, with wide hips to hold on to, a plump ass, and breasts the perfect size to fit nicely in my hands.
I knew Phoenix was going to be pretty. She’s always been easy on the eyes, even as a bratty little girl ten plus years ago when I was living next door. Though I never expected a fucking goddess. Phoenix Bancroft is easily the hottest girl I’ve ever come across.
We saw little of each other as kids since I was always locked in my room hating life and the absent family I had, and she was hopping back and forth from ballet practice to the local country club. But I knew she existed. It was hard to ignore the golden-haired princess of the infamous Bancroft’s. Especially since my mother was so obsessed with knowing everything about them. Then, on my eleventh birthday, I finally found out the reason for her obsession.
After a moment, three little dots appear on my screen, and I know she’s reading this from the car with her twobesties.I’ll admit she looked good enough to eat in that cute little dress she changed into after our altercation earlier.
I couldn’t help getting painfully hard as I had her body pressed against mine, and from how perfect she felt beneath my touch. I knew I was attracted to her - I’d be dead not to be - but something about the way I felt as I had her caged against the wall, doesn’t sit right with me. It made me uneasy to see just how strong of an effect she had on me, not to mention I didn’t expect her to push back.
I love it when they push back, which they rarely do.
Being who I am, and looking like I do, I’ve never had to ask twice, let alone beg for anything from the opposite sex. Chicks threw themselves at me back at my old school, and wherever else I showed up to. I had my fair pick of prime pussy, but none of it, despite how fine and well bred, was enough to satiate me. It was average. But something tells me what’s hiding between Phoenix’s legs is pure fucking art. Intricate, exquisite, and rare.
I thought I’d give her a little taste of what living with me was now going to be like. Yet again she surprised me, standing her ground, and even challenging me. However, what surprised me more was how good she smelled, not to mention how hard my dick got with that sassy little mouth of hers.
Poor girl doesn't know the only thing that turns me on more than the thought of dominating and asserting myself on her, making her erotically uncomfortable, is her fighting back.
The three dots appear and disappear, and I know all kinds of thoughts must run through her mind. I can’t help the smile that creeps over my face when her name flashes on my screen. Of course, I saved her contact under Nyx, the nickname I gave her earlier today.
Again, not something I was expecting to do.
Nyx: I’d take that as a compliment if I knew who it came from, but as I don’t, I’ll kindly say fuck off. Hope this doesn’t make your dick too hard.
My smile widens as I picture her brows creasing in the middle of her forehead, in that cute way it does when she’s angry. My little Nyx has a dirty mouth. Who would have thought?
