I never meant for this to happen, when my mother had married into money it had just been a perk that we'd get to go to a famous private school, live in a gorgeous antebellum mansion, and have everything we could ever want handed to us on a silver platter. Unfortunately it had come with a downside.
When I came home my mother eyed the dress bag I held in my arms with a wary expression.
"So it's a costume party?" She asked "I don't know if this is such a good idea-"
I set the bag down on the expensive marble counter with a huff.
"I thought you wanted me to try to fit in, mother." I rolled my eyes at her, trying to act casual, I'd told her it was a costume party. How could I ever explain the truth.
"I just don't like the idea of you going out all alone."
"Mom it's just a party, what trouble could I possible get into?" I sighed, playing the part. .
"I'm serious, sweetheart." My mother stood and came over to me "This is a nice town, but it has it's ghost like any other."
It was so strange looking at her now, this time last year everything had been so different. Although even wearing jeans pulled out of a salvation army bin and with her hair always in a ratty pony tail my mother, like my older sister, had been unnaturally pretty. She'd been working all night at Dolly's twenty four hour diner when Nathan Rosewood had walked in the door and fallen instantly in love. It only came up later that he was a billionaire. They'd married and he'd moved us all into his mansion here, in Blackriver, Massachusetts a town with money older than the united states itself. Now all of her clothes, just like the ones that now filled my brand new walk in closet, that cost a small fortune and with the her new stylish bob she barely resembled the woman I had called "mom" all my life.
"I'll be fine, mother."
She bit her lip, obviously nervous.
"Is Jude going?" she looked at me worriedly, smoothing my hair.
"I don't know, mother." I groaned even though I did.
"Well hasn't he talked with you about it?" She frowned.
"Mother, it's not like we're besties." I eyed the door to the foyer, looking for an escape
"I am going, actually. I was just going to pick up my costume now" I can practically hear the sarcasm in his voice.
I felt my stomach churn as my stepbrother appeared in the doorway, the keys to his camero in hand. I glared at him, the most nauseating thing about Jude was his heart stopping good looks. Long unkempt coal black hair, with golden eyes that burned into my skin, chiseled angular features that made him seem almost wolf like especially with his russet gold skin, his own mother had been half native American and he'd inherited her dark beauty. He wore a black leather jacket and faded jeans that did nothing to mask the lean muscle he'd earned from years on the fencing team. His gaze followed me and I left the room in a stormy temper, his luscious lips set in a frown.
"Oh good!" My mother smiled at him, her face full of relief.
"Yeah, great." I mumbled as I trudged up the stairs, my combat boots pounding at the creaky wood until I had made it to the safety of my room.
To be honest the mansion, the wealth, all the perfection and beauty made me uncomfortable. I had been happy in our crappy apartment, our potato and egg dinners, working hard for everything I wanted. This place was too large, there was nothing but space now. My room was the only space I felt comfortable in. My mother hadn't wanted me to decorate it myself, she'd offered to have a professional come in to make it "beautiful". Surprisingly, it had been Nathan who'd talked her out of it.
"She's eighteen now, Marie. Let her have this space for herself." He'd said and gave me a credit card to buy everything I wanted. As far as step fathers go, he wasn't doing too bad.
So I had made it my own, I'd painted the walls the deepest purple I could find, hung lights around the ceiling, decorated it entirely from a strange little antique shop I'd found in Salem, and Nathan had surprised me with a beautiful black iron canopy bed that I now collapsed on, kicking off my boots, pulling of my sweater and jeans, preferring to lay under the silk of the canopy in my new, expensive black lace panties and plain white under shirt, my bra tossed away with the rest of my clothing. I dozed, laying on top of the sheets, my mind so full with my own annoyed thoughts.
It's around midnight when I woke, changed and left under the pretense of the "costume party". Once I was out of site, I made my way to the guest house that was a few hundred feet from the mansion, separated by of wall of pines. Underneath my coat I shiver, this outfit truly is stupid, but it's a small price to pay to keep my sister's good name in tact. I remember when Jude had first come to me with DVD.
"It's a perk from some porn company my dad works with." He'd handed it to me as soon as I'd entered the secluded classroom the other day. "Imagine who I'd see on the cover."
It was my sister, a few weeks ago she'd been approached by some guys who'd wanted to have sex, she'd agreed and without her knowing they'd filmed her. I'd only found out when Jude showed me the movie that the MEGAPIXX company wanted to release. My sister was the head cheerleader, student council vice president, a straight A student, and probably the most gorgeous girl in existence.
Five foot nine, long thick blonde hair, almond shaped blue eyes, long legs, athletic body, and a dazzling smile she was an all American girl. It had been a mistake and I couldn't let this ruin her life, so when Jude offered me this deal I accepted it without question. As I scurried across the lawn to the guest house which is filled with light, I find myself slightly frightened walking through the dark forest alone. He liked it out here in the darkness and seclusion, but I felt much to much like little red riding hood going running for the big bad wolf.
"Why so serious, Bianca?"
I have to cover my mouth with my hand to keep from shrieking as Jude appears in the darkness.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Jude." I try to calm my raging heart beat as he grins "You scared the hell out of me!"
"Scared of the woods, little red?"
He tugs on one of my pig tails as he passes me, "little red" is his nickname for me. He thinks it's funny that while my mother and sister are both tall leggy blonde's my hair is a dark auburn and I stand just short of 5'5.
"Would you cut that out!?" I shove his hand away "Let's go inside, it's creepy out here."
"Whatever you say, little red." He grins with that hungry wolfish expression of his.
I hurry past him and into the guest house.
For a guest house it's gorgeous, with expensive furniture and built like a cabin for a millionaire.
Despite how much I dislike it, I can never stop marveling at the splendor in this world.
I hear the door close behind me.
"Take off the coat." He orders in a quiet voice.
Reluctantly, I unbutton my coat and drop it to the floor.
I stand there in the white lace teddy he'd bought at a local lingerie store and left for me to pick up.
I blushed, it was almost completely see through, underneath I wore thigh high stockings and garters that connected to the underwear set of the same lacy material.
"Good." He whispered, I could feel him right behind me. "Now, what did I tell you to call me?"
"M-master." I stammer, my cheeks full of heat.
"Good, girl." His rough hands caress my arm, light as a ghost. "Turn towards me."
I do and I'm shocked by the hunger in his eyes, he reaches down and rips the night gown from seam to top, I gasp.
Now I'm even more revealed than before, my arms wrap around to cover my nipples which stand up at attention under the rough lace bra.
"Put your hands at you sides, NOW." He says gruffly.
