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“I’m not sure howmyjob has anything to do with the family… but whatever,” I responded flippantly.

My father’s frown deepened. I swear he only smiled when I was angry. He lived for pissing me off. It was another way he could control me. I learned to disguise my emotions and let my words flow nonchalantly. It pissed my father off, andIlived for that.

“You, are a part of the Nash family, Lennox. The job you have can always help the family, whether you like it or not. Just remember that.” The chauffeured driven car came to a stop in front of our hotel, and my father immediately exited, slamming the door without further discussion.

His ominous words weighed heavily on my mind, and I knew that whatever my father had planned definitely involved me.

CHAPTER 3

RAVEN

After the disastrous wedding and reception were over, I was ecstatic to go home and fall into my beautiful, big California King sized bed. Yeah, I was only five-two, one-hundred and twenty-five pounds, and slept alone, but I liked my space.

My bed was the first thing I purchased once I permanently moved out of my parent’s estate. It was well worth the money. My father refused to help me once I was “grown,” so I dipped into my savings to get my apartment.

It was okay, I never expected him to help me. One thing about my father, he never lied to me or gave me any sweet words. He told me from a young age that a woman needed to learn to be independent. His words were often contradicting because, one summer, I heard him reprimanding Robin for wanting to get a job. He told her that she was too smart to waste her time with menial jobs.

So, when I got a job when I was thirteen-years-old babysitting for some of the neighborhood kids, I was happy he didn’t keep me from working. But he never told me I was too smart or that I didn’t need to work. He never said a word.

I suppose it should’ve upset me that my sister was too good to work but it was okay for me. Like everything else in the Bishops household, I pushed down my hurt feelings so that I could continue to earn my father’s love.

The one saving grace growing up was my mother. At least I could say I had one loving parent who would do anything for me. Often times, my mother would help me when my father would refuse. In secret, of course. She was my biggest supporter besides Robin.

My sister, Dove, and I aren’t that close. She takes my father’s side on everything and calls me a suck-up. She doesn’t understand what I’ve had to endure, so I just ignore her hateful digs and snide remarks. It pisses her off that I don’t give her the energy she wants.

But Dove is the least of my problems when it comes to my family. She’s entitled and spoiled without any responsibilities. I don’t have room in my life to fight with her. Hopefully, she will grow out of her entitlement soon enough.

I snuggle down into my cozy bed, wrapping my comforter securely around my neck. As soon as I closed my eyes, a pair of blazing, bright blue eyes stared back at me. My eyelids popped open. I was wrong about Lennox Nash. His blank, expressionless eyes weren’t cold at all. In fact, they were blazing with an emotion that I couldn’t quite figure out.

He seemed to enjoy my anger, though, I could tell by the way he smirked and lit up while we were arguing. He was an arrogant prick; like most doctors I know. Because our family owned one of the most successful private hospitals in the world, I had to socialize with doctors regularly.

Although I would rather not have to schmooze with Founder’s high society, I was expected to represent the family. Most of the doctors that I met were egotistical narcissists with a stick up their asses. Lennox Nash seemed to fit the mold.

He thought he could insult my sister to her face because she didn’t bow down to him. Well, I will never let anyone disrespect Robin. I was shocked that my father didn’t say anything. In the past, if anyone looked at either Robin or Dove the wrong way, he would jump down their throats. The whole scene was strange.

I punch my pillow with a groan as I try to keep my mind from lingering on tonight’s events. I had to get Lennox Nash and his haunting presence out of my thoughts. He was an asshole that I had no business thinking about. However, it didn’t keep my heart from pounding.

I bit my lip, looking up at the ceiling as I try but fail to get the bright white dress shirt stretched over a taut, muscular chest. “Fuck it!” I turn to my bedside and pull open the drawer of my nightstand. I pull out my little pink bullet.

I glance at the clock; the bright red digits read two-twenty am. I strip off my night-shirt and lay back again, propping up against my headboard. I place the stress reliever against my engorged clit. I turn it on low, enjoying the feel of the vibration. The humming sound makes me wetter.

My girl knows she’s about to get a little treat. It’s been a minute since we had the real thing, but a warm pulsating dick comes with heart and headaches, and I don’t have the patience for all that shit. So, my toys get the job done when I have an itch that needs a scratch.

I move the bullet around slowly at first. My breathing becomes shallow, and my nipples pebble in excitement. I use the fingers on my left hand to tease my breasts. My pierced nipples are extra sensitive, and it heightens the pleasure.

I loudly moan and thrust my hips upwards as I speed up both the circular motion and the level of the bullet. I’m on the precipice of a powerful orgasm. My pussy is slick, and goosebumps cover my entire body.

I slide my left hand from my breast over my stomach and down to my opening. I slip two fingers inside my warm center as I continue to rub the bullet over my hardened clit. I bite my lip hard. I can feel the sensation building. My toes curl, my eyes shut tight, and I hold my breath.Just one more rub…

“Fuuuuuck!” The foul word rushes out of my mouth in glorious satisfaction, and blue eyes flash across my mind just as I cum all over my fingers.

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“Girl! I swear you should’ve seen her jump on Jagger’s back!” Robin laughed as she retold the wedding story for the umpteenth time to Dove. It had only been a week since I was last with my family, but it was Sunday, and I was summoned for the customary family lunch atGrace. It was an expensive brunch location that my mother loved, so we ate there often.

“Damn! I should’ve gone. Messing around with Teddy. That party was a bust, and his dick was trash.” Dove rolled her light brown eyes.

“I told you to go with your fast behind. A hard head makes a soft ass,” Robin says in the motherly tone she often used as the oldest.