Page 32 of Dirty Crown
CHAPTER13
“Your investigator called,”Kingston said when I got home a few days later. “He said he’s on the right track and will update us at the end of the week.”
I’d done it, I’d hired a private investigator to find Seymour. I ran it past my lawyer and had talked to the cops, and even the ones who despised me and thought I was guilty agreed it wasn’t a bad idea. They were stretched thin and lacked the resources necessary to finish the case so any information would aid them in clearing the case.
I guess boring middle aged female college professors disappearing wasn’t top priority for them. Now if she’d been some beautiful young mother or even the daughter of somebody famous, they would have made it their number one case.
But now, Seymour had dropped off the radar for the police in our town and nobody seemed to know anything anytime I called.
“Thanks, babe,” I said and tossed my backpack on the dinner table where I’d been railed hard earlier that week.
I still thought about it every time I took a seat at the spot where I’d been fisted. I was fascinated by the image in my head and the memory of the sensation. I wasn’t ready to try it again any time soon, but it was still in the back of my mind quite often.
It had been a singular defining moment in my sexual exploration, and I couldn’t ignore it or forget about it that easy.
“Hey, babe, remember we’re going out tonight,” Valen called to me from the rec room. “We have a business major’s department dinner. It’s just for bullshitting and making connections, so no pressure.”
“I do,” I said. “I have a dress picked out already, and have we decided which one gets to be my boyfriend for the night?”
Valen appeared and looked over at Kingston. The two of them shared a look and he said, “We all do. We’ve decided to share you for the first time at college.”
“We’re tired of hiding it,” Kingston agreed. “None of us feel good lurking around in the shadows, so why wait until Vegas? We want to show you off now, and here where people know us.”
“I need guys to stop trying to set me up with their sisters and other women they know,” Archer said, joining us. “I hope if they see us together then they’ll fuck off with that already.”
“Oh I’m sure they’ll want to keep you far from their sisters and friends if they see the five of us together,” Kingston said with a laugh. “I’m sure they might even consider keeping themselves away from us, too.”
“I don’t want to lose you business connections,” I exclaimed in distress. “Maybe we should keep everything on the down low after all.”
“Princess, I don’t think anything is on the down low anymore to begin with,” Ryker said from the rec room with Archer. “Besides, I’d rather not give anybody money if they’re going to judge us like that anyways.”
“Good point,” I replied and relaxed. “Okay, life is coming together. We’re going to be out on campus at last, and the private investigator is going to completely clear my name once and for all by finding Seymour himself.”
“Sounds like everything is going well,” Archer said. “Ilya and Maksim have been dealt harsh blows by Ivan’s supporters, too. I heard they’ve had to leave Austria and flee to Russia in the middle of the war with Ukraine. They have no money left.”
“Isn’t that dangerous?” I asked, opened my eyes wide as I imagined the two of them dealing with bombs and fighting.
“It’s very dangerous,” Kingston told me.
“Then, good,” I replied as I narrowed my eyes, extending my imagination to them being shot down in the street like the dogs they were. “Very good. I’m glad to hear it.”
“There’s our girl,” Ryker laughed as he joined us in the kitchen. “Now go get your gorgeous self in that dress you picked so I can imagine tearing it off you later.”
“Or sliding it up over your hips and crawling underneath it,” Archer said. “I love getting a good taste before you’ve had a chance to shower.”
“It’s the best vintage,” Kingston agreed. “Nothing better.”
“You guys are nasty,” I laughed, but I loved it. Nothing about my body bothered them, not even when I was on my period or bloated and feeling awful about myself. They saw nothing wrong with me ever, and did their best to make sure that I knew it. “I’m going upstairs to get ready, and you all had better keep your hands off me until after the dinner. I don’t want to show up with smeared makeup and messy hair.”
“You mean the ‘just fucked’ look?” Valen asked with a cheeky smile.
“Exactly,” I replied. I sashayed away from them, feeling eyes burning into my ass as I walked. Again, I loved the fact that they were all so horny for me no matter what I felt like. I could do no wrong in their eyes and it bolstered my confidence and helped my fragile ego toughen up.
As long as they loved me, I could do anything.
I went over the top for my appearance, I wanted them to be proud of me and I wanted any haters to be jealous of my looks. Sometimes I could see how beautiful I was, when the mirror wasn’t warped by my own self criticism. I looked a lot of Ivan, and not in a masculine way. My eyes were tilted at the edged and my cheekbones were high. So despite me having kind of a baby face with chubby cheeks, my face still looked angular and beautiful.
No matter how much I worked out I’d never get rid of that baby face, though. I was sure I’d appreciated it once I hit my fifties and above when all the skinnier girls looked older and I maintained my innocent appearance.
