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  Facing the Enemy

  Copyright 2018 Monica Clayton

  Published by M.E. Clayton at Smashwords

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  This book is a work of fiction. The entire content is a product of the author’s imagination and all names, places, businesses and incidences are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), places or occurrences, is entirely coincidental

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  Warning: This book contains sexual situations and other adult themes. Recommended for 18 years of age and over.

  Table of Contents

  Acknowledgements

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter_1

  Chapter_2

  Chapter_3

  Chapter_4

  Chapter_5

  Chapter_6

  Chapter_7

  Chapter_8

  Chapter_9

  Chapter_10

  Chapter_11

  Chapter_12

  Chapter_13

  Chapter_14

  Chapter_15

  Chapter_16

  Chapter_17

  Chapter_18

  Chapter_19

  Chapter_20

  Chapter_21

  Chapter_22

  Chapter_23

  Chapter_24

  Chapter_25

  Chapter_26

  Chapter_27

  Chapter_28

  Chapter_29

  Chapter_30

  Chapter_31

  Chapter_32

  Chapter_33

  Chapter_34

  Chapter_35

  Chapter_36

  Chapter_37

  Epilogue

  Playlist

  About_the_Author

  Other_Books

  Contact_Me

  Acknowledgements

  First, foremost, and always, I want to thank my family for their support. Nothing I accomplish is a success without their love. They don’t care what I write, they’re just so damn happy I’m following a dream.

  Second, I want to thank Kamala for not laughing at me when I told her I wanted to write a book. Also, for being my guinea pig, for reading everything I write, and for her honest, and much appreciated, feedback. Save for my family, Kam’s my most enthusiastic cheerleader!

  And, of course, I want to thank everyone who took a chance on me when they bought this book! I understand the risk when you spend your money on a new name. Thank you, so much, for being a part of my experience. And, please note, that this is a completely independent project and any typos, errors or silliness falls solely on my shoulders.

  Dedication

  For my sister –

  You are way stronger than you give yourself credit for. But I think the most amazing thing about you is, how you can experience a broken heart, but still have the courage to love again without any reservation, whatsoever.

  You’re amazing, P’Terry!

  Prologue

  I looked out over the railing on the second floor and took in the scene before me.

  Music filled the house, making the windows rattle and the drinks dance in their cups or glasses. But the loud bass of the latest hip hop song does nothing to drown out the murmurs of conversation and the peals of drunken laughter. There are teenage and barely legal bodies everywhere, drinking, dancing and snorting up their best party favors.

  School starts on Monday and this is the first party of the year. It’s a kick-off party to begin senior year at Windsor Academy, a secluded prep school that caters to the rich, privileged and entitled.

  The very rich, very privileged and very entitled.

  Most of the senior class is already 18 years old, but that’s because Windsor Academy is so elite, every student has to take a year off before entering high school to study abroad.

  Every student destined to attend Windsor was part of an assembly line of little robots, expected to take over the family businesses, and we each had to pick a country that would help our family’s legacy grow, and that’s where you went for your one year. My year abroad was spent in Italy.

  For a lot of different reasons.

  But even though the party was occupied by mostly 18-year-olds, that had no bearing on the alcohol and drugs scatter throughout the house. Age meant nothing when you had money and power.

  And we, all, had both. But me? I had the most.

  My dark eyes scanned the living room and what I could make of the kitchen, and all I could think about was how old this scene was becoming.

  None of us had a governor. We had addresses, but no homes. Our parents were absent, and the money was never ending. This meant we could do whatever the fuck we wanted.

  And we often did.

  But as I looked over the rooms and the people, I realized there was no challenge in any of it anymore. The girls in the house were either half naked, naked, blowing someone or getting fucked somewhere-privacy be damned. A lot of people with money believed that that same money shielded you from judgment, but it didn’t.

  A slut is a slut no matter what brand name shoes cover her feet.

  I looked deeper into the living room and I noticed my two best friends, Deke Marlow and Liam McCellan, huddle up with a couple of matching blondes. As I looked my fill, I had to admit; they were hot and built like they were ready to party.

  And my dick didn’t twitch one bit.

  I hadn’t fucked a girl in months. Hell, if I’m being honest, I haven’t been between a hot set of thighs since summer before my junior year.

  I was bored.

  I’ve been fucking bored.

  I was seriously contemplating just going back to my assigned room and ignoring the overflow of naked girls, drunken guys and fuck music but, then, the fresh arrival of girls walking through the front door, drew my attention and fuck me…

  She stood out, and not just amongst the girls. She fucking stood out amongst every single person in the place.

  She stood out because she didn’t belong here.

  She didn’t belong here with us.

  She. Did. Not. Belong.

  I, immediately, knew who she was. Bailey hadn’t been discreet or embarrassed to tell everyone she knew all about the girl’s business prior to her even starting her first day as a senior with us.

  Emerson Andrews.

  I stared down at the foursome of females, and the other three didn’t even register. Emerson Andrews might appear as if she’s being shy and playing coy, but if the rumors were true, that girl was anything but shy or coy.

  She was a beautiful wolf ready to bare her fangs among the sheep, and if her demeanor was anything to go by, she knew she didn’t belong, and she didn’t give a fuck.

  My heart started beating faster and my dick started to rise. My mind started to focus, and my body started to coil. Ready to strike.

  Emerson Andrews was a gorgeous mystery.

  She was something new.

  She was not boring.

  And, while she may appear confident, that confidence wasn’t going to l
ast for long.

  Chapter 1

  Ramsey

  It took everything I had not to run down the fucking staircase and rush Miss Emerson Andrews.

  The pull was that strong and that insane.

  But I did it.

  I casually strolled through the walkway and down the stairs like I had all the fucking time in the world. I chatted briefly with whoever said hi, and I even took a detour through the kitchen and grabbed a beer. I had to do it to prove I was still in control.

  Because I was always in control, even if I did set the beer right back down without taking a drink.

  But when I wasn’t, my rage was ice cold, rather than white hot. My mother said it was because I was a sociopath, but my father said it was because I was born to a sociopath-my mother. Little did he know, they both sucked as parents.

  Besides, I knew that my father secretly liked that I was cold hearted. My lack of feelings fit his agenda perfectly.

  But I was feeling right now.

  Fuck yeah, I was feeling.

  I was feeling all sorts of sick, twisted shit that a psychologist would probably have a field day with. But even with enough self awareness to know that I was sick, it wasn’t enough to stop me from playing with my new prey.

  I watched as they made their way into the edges of the living room. The place was packed, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they had to take their group outside to get comfortable. Bailey and her sidekicks, Evelyn and Christa, looked the typical rich, perfectly proportioned teenage dream.

  Bailey was on the tall side, with legs that went on for days. Her red hair was dyed to flamed perfection and never turned that awful shade of orange. She had no hips to speak of, but the size of her tits helped a man ignore that flaw. They weren’t real, but ask any teenage boy or grown ass man, for that matter, and they’ll tell you we didn’t give a fuck if they were real or not. Tits were tits. No doubt, Bailey was pretty, with her green eyes and delicate face, but I could point out ten other girls in this room alone that matched her beauty and body.

  Evelyn and Christa were no different. They were both blonde, but with Evelyn’s gold locks being kissed with a lot of more paleness. And their bodies were just as perfectly bought as Bailey’s was.

  All three were equally stunning, but all three failed by comparison to the short, thick brunette who looked to not have an ounce of fucking makeup on.

  I finally crossed though the crowd of people, making my way towards the girls, and Bailey was all ready to pounce before I had even stopped in front of them. “Hey, Ramsey, how’s it going?”

  I ignored her question and went straight for the start of the game. I looked over at Emerson and my brown eyes locked onto a pair of wary grey ones. “Who’s this?” I asked Bailey, nodding my head in Emerson’s direction.

  Bailey did nothing to disguise the irritation in her voice. I knew it bothered her that Emerson had my attention, but I didn’t care. As pretty as Bailey was, I never swam in her toxic waters and I never would. “This is Emerson. She’s my cousin,” she answered. “She’s the one whose dad killed her mom and had nowhere to go, so my mother had to take her in.”

  No one said a word at the cold recap of what had to be an emotional tragedy for Emerson. Bailey confirmed the rumors as if she had been discussing the war in the Middle East; unaffected and unconcerned because it had nothing to do with her.

  I had kept my eyes on Emerson the entire time Bailey was talking, and the girl had a hell of a poker face. She didn’t flinch or pale or drop any tears. She held my gaze and looked back at me like she was daring me. Daring me to do what? I didn’t know. But the lift of her chin had my dick harder than fucking steel. Even when I was in the infancy of puberty and could never keep the motherfucker down, I still hadn’t ever felt this hard.

  My eyes started raking over her person and I didn’t try to hide my perusal of her body in the least. I took in her waist long brown hair and saw wisps of it ending over her ass. Her brows were a perfectly matching shade of brown and arched to give attitude. Her grey eyes were outlined by lashes I would think were fake, if it wasn’t for the fact that I was right; the girl didn’t have a stitch of fucking makeup on.

  And she didn’t need it.

  Her skin was a flawless porcelain, and the rest of her face was made up of a narrowed button nose, high cheekbones and a pair of plump pink lips that would look like heaven wrapped around my cock with saliva dripping from them.

  I almost reached down and shifted my dick in front of her.

  My eyes kept traveling down and my mouth salivated at the size of her rack. Emerson was standing at only about 5’2” and so, the curves she was sporting on a body that short, made her look all fucking woman.

  I was already standing at 6’2 and my body was proportioned to my height. But even as big as my hands were, her tits would still spill over my fingers as I held them. I could picture my dick sliding through them with ease as her tongue flicked out to flick the head of my cock.

  Her waist was drawn in, but I couldn’t tell much about it. While every other girl at the party was wearing the skimpiest outfit they could find, and still be legally clothed, Emerson was wearing a plain white t-shirt that hit her mid hip, a pair of black jeans and a simple pair of white sandals.

  This girl hadn’t dressed up for anyone.

  As my eyes kept traveling south, I saw that her jean encased hips flared out like she’s given birth already. This female had a pair of hips made to dig your fingers into, and they tapered into a juicy set of thighs and down to the bright blue polish on her toes.

  Emerson Andrews was created to be fucked and to be fucked thoroughly and painfully.

  Still not sparing Bailey a glance, I asked, “No. What I mean is what’s she doing here? Who invited her?”

  Evelyn and Christa froze and, like the disloyal bitches they were, they let Bailey fend for herself. “I…I didn’t…uhm, I didn’t know it was invite only, Ramsey.” Then she went for sympathy. “My mom made me bring her. I couldn’t come without her.”

  I watched in fascination as Emerson’s head turned towards Bailey. Her voice was void of any emotion, betraying nothing. “Oh, really?” she asked. “Because wasn’t it you pushing me to come to this party? Wasn’t it you who insisted I’d have fun and I just had to come?”

  My arm almost snaked out and snatched her up. Emerson’s voice sounded like it belonged on the other end of a sex telephone hot line. It was raspy, light and feminine.

  And full of balls.

  I watched as Bailey stepped to her, no doubt putting on a show for me. “I only said that so you wouldn’t feel like a total loser, Emerson. But my mom made me bring you. Just like she made me go shopping with you and go over your school schedule with you. Do you think I want to hang out with a poor loser whose father is a murderer?”

  My eyes darted back to Emerson and I added to Bailey’s cruelty. “Do you actually think you belong here? That we just pick up random charity cases at will?”

  Emerson switch her attention from Bailey to me, and I wanted to throw her down and fuck her in full view of everyone in a show of ownership when she straightened her back and drew herself up to her full height.

  Goddamn, she was fucking stunning.

  She stared right into my eyes and said, “You’re absolutely right. I don’t belong here.” I watched stunned as she turned to walk out of the house. To walk away from me.

  That was all she gave me.

  Now, I was used to people backing down from me. Sands Cove boasted of only ten thousand people or so, all very wealthy and all very powerful. However, my family was the wealthiest and the most powerful. Not to mention the most sinister. So, no one ever really dared to challenge me. Until now.

  My father’s rise to the top had been to use money and connections to control people. Once he brought me into the fold at 14 years of age, I went in a different direction.

  My power came in the form of true fear. I’m not talking about kicking your ass or intimidation. I’m talking a
bout the power to destroy your life.

  I spent a lot of my early years stalking everyone in this town. I learned everything I could from the mayor to the police chief to the Nelson’s maid. And it was as I swam in the deep end of all these people’s lives that I knew what true fear was.

  True fear isn’t being worried that your wife is going to find out you’re fucking the nanny. No. True fear is your wife finding out that you’re touching your nanny’s underage son and you’re paying her to let you.

  Well, I spent years gathering the proof on the most depraved acts committed by our upstanding community, and because of that, most everyone feared me, and everyone let me do whatever the fuck I wanted.

  There was no way I was going to let Emerson Andrews come into my town and not fear me. So, I ignored the gasps and murmurs as I ran outside after her.

  Chapter 2

  Emerson

  There’s only one other time I can remember ever feeling this kind of rage.

  It was the day I found out my father killed my mother.

  He had already been arrested and was safe behind bars, and all I remember was feeling so much rage at the fact that I couldn’t get to him.

  I had wanted to beat him to death with my bare hands and I was feeling that level of violence now. And not just because of Bailey.

  I spent my entire life under the violent hands of my father and these spoiled, rich assholes were out of their minds if they thought they were going to be able to intimidate or bully me.

  Just as much as Bailey’s fake ass didn’t want me here, I didn’t want to be here. I begged my aunt to just leave me in the trailer until I turned 18 in a couple of months, but she wouldn’t hear of it.

  She had been, suddenly, attacked with a case of human conscience and she wanted to make it right by my mother. I had told her it was too late, and I hadn’t minced words, either. I told Aunt Constance that her sister died alone believing she was the trash her family made sure she felt like.