There was a closet with lingerie and very short dresses on one side of the small room, and a large vanity mirror on the other side, adorned with makeup and various accessories.
I chose a black short dress. However, its length worried me about whether it would even cover my butt.
I held my breath and rushed into the bathroom, quickly washing my face before slipping into the dress.
Right off the bat, I didn’t like it. It was too tight in the chest, and my entire cleavage was on display. It was extremely snug around my waist as well, but because I had a tiny waist, that wasn’t a bother. However, my behind was another story; I had a large backside, and now it was all hanging out.
“I should have picked something else,” I cursed, but then again, everything else was quite similar. “Ugh! It’s just a few hours, and then I might get used to it,” I pumped myself up with confidence, reminding myself that I would need money for the future, too.
I didn’t realize the academy was so costly. No wonder not many could get in; I had thought it was all about strength and capabilities.
After coming out of the bathroom, I applied a red lipstick, as that was the only part of my face that would be exposed. I put on the mask and combed my long blonde hair, leaving it loose before grabbing the black stilettos from the side.
But my bad luck- the minute I put them on, I tripped. I had never worn such shoes in my life, so it was going to be difficult for me to walk in them. Yet, I managed to take a few steps and make my way toward the elites. I felt like an amateur walking through the corridor after the guard, who stared at me as if I were a piece of food.
“This one,” he said, stopping in front of a room and gently knocking on it. “The elite is a special one. Make sure you don’t mess it up with him. If you can please him, you’ll earn a good cut for this one,” the guard quickly informed me about the elite.
Even as he talked about the importance of this job, his eyes lingered on my cleavage, making me incredibly uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure how I would survive under the hungry gaze of the elite. Soon, I was let into a dark room with just a little light on in the corner.
That darkness helped mask my fear and allowed me to fight back. I saw a man sitting on the couch, his legs spread and his arms extended as well. He looked gigantic in the black shirt, which was partially opened, revealing his abs. He wore a black mask on his face, leaving his lips exposed.
I had been handed a tray of alcohol bottles to serve drinks to him. The guard had briefed me on what to do and how to prepare the perfect drink.
As I tried to keep my steps steady and not trip while carrying the tray, I began to walk over to him. He silently stared at me as I placed the tray down and reached for a bottle to open it. I thought I would just serve him like a hostess and that would be all. But he instantly reached for my hand and stopped me.
“I’m not here for the wine,” he said, and the moment he uttered those words, my heart flipped inside my chest. I had been told the elite would touch me and even initiate kissing and other groping, but I didn’t realize he was only here for that.
A gulp ran down my throat as he straightened his back and placed his finger on my shoulder. I don’t know what it was about him, but his cologne was mesmerizing. He didn’t seem like a danger, even as his finger pulled the strap of my dress down and he planted a kiss on my bare shoulder.
My body shuddered as his lips moved on my shoulder, smooching the skin and causing my heart to rise and fall.
At that moment, everything around me went silent. I couldn’t come up with a proper response to his advances. I knew I should respond in kind, but I hesitated.
Then-his hand glided over my shoulder to my chest, groping my breasts that were spilling out of the dress and then suddenly sliding inside.
The moment he did that, his hand cupped my breast, and my breath hitched in my throat.
“You’ve got quite a pair of breasts,” he chuckled, and that’s when it hit me. I suddenly jumped back, shocking him as well.
It struck me hard when I finally locked eyes with him. I had been so frightened at first that I hadn’t paid attention to the blue eyes and voice until now.
With a shaky and trembling voice, I uttered, “Maximus?”
Helanie:
I saw his eyes stare at my face in silence before the intensity of them began to shift. It was as if he was realizing what I had just comprehended now. He quickly pulled back and then gasped. I managed to adjust my dress strap and get up in haste. I needed to escape from here. Why the hell did I end up in a room with my stepbrother? What if things had escalated? As if what happened wasn’t bad enough already.
Within minutes, I was running out of the room like a madwoman. Thankfully, the guard had left. Other rooms were occupied by some elites, and all I could hear were moans and grunting from inside. So the elites did take it far after the initial consent from the hostess. What if that was what had happened between us?
I was losing my mind at the thought of being with my stepbrother. I covered my ears to drown out the voices in my head, accusing me of landing in this mess because of my desperation. I rushed back to the dressing room and changed quickly, putting on my old clothes. At this point, I just wanted to get away from him and never face my stepbrothers again. By the time I grabbed my bag and was on my feet to the exit, the guard spotted me.
“Why are you out already? Did you mess it up?” I heard him yell after me while I ran past him to the outside. Thankfully, he had a new girl with him that he needed to escort to the dressing room. Not wanting to scare her by grabbing me, he had to let me go. This was their motto; they didn’t force anyone here.
I was able to run away and make it to the street where I would meet Lammar after midnight. But it was too early, and I was now beginning to feel the cold weather too. With nothing else to do, I recalled the way Maximus ran his hand over my body and then under my dress. He had cupped my breast and touched my nipple too.
I squeezed myself together and closed my eyes, feeling awkward and weirdly aroused. And that made me hate myself even more.
“What the hell was that?” However, another shock hit me when I heard an aggressive grunt from behind me, a hand turning me around to face him. It was Maximus. He had taken off his mask and had come after me.
I was beyond ashamed and guilty. Even looking into his eyes took me back to the moment when I had to deepen my stare just to recognize him.
“You were-what were you doing there?” He quickly blinked his eyes, as if to show he was feeling the same awkwardness that I was. He had to shake my body by grabbing onto my arms to drag me back to reality.
“I needed money-for the admission,” I stuttered, unable to look back into his eyes.
“Ugh!” He pushed me back and paced away, his hand covering his eyes as he rubbed them.
“Do you have any idea what just happened?” he spoke with difficulty, his breaths heavier than his words.
“I didn’t-know-” I felt so dirty because now he would think I jumped into his lap on purpose. However, thankfully he didn’t.
“Helena-you are my stepsister-dammit-and you are taking admission into VS Academy. We have an image to uphold. Do you know what would have happened if someone else had recognized you? You would be banned from participating in any of the academies,” he yelled, quickly looking around to make sure nobody was listening to us.
“Come with me.” However, he realized it was a risky place to have this conversation. Instead of letting me follow him, he grabbed my arm and began to drag me to the road where his car was parked.
I had so many things to say to him, but for now, I kept silent and tried to keep up with his long strides. He tossed me into the backseat of his car and then sat in the driver’s seat himself. I guessed he was really afraid to be seen with me.
Once he started the car and drove us out of the area, I managed to sit up and noticed how he was glaring at me through the rearview mirror. “Are you going to start talking, or is glaring at me another form of torture?” I hissed under my breath. Of course, he was taking me out for a ride; he would eventually question me. With that thought, he suddenly stopped the car and got out. We were on a long highway, seemingly abandoned.
Or maybe nobody took this road during nighttime. But Maximus was a powerful werewolf; he could literally go anywhere without the fear of anyone attacking him.
I watched him pace around the car with his hands in his hair. The devastation was visible on his face until he finally calmed himself and walked briskly toward my side, opening the door and then grasping my arm to pull me out of the car. Once he slammed the door shut, he placed his hands on the car on either side of me, caging me between his arms.
“You are disqualified.” The minute I heard those words, my body was covered in goosebumps.
“What for? I was only trying to earn money because-” My words trailed off due to his loud scoff.
“I don’t care what excuses you have. It is against the rules to indulge in such activities because it drives a person’s mind away from the purpose of training and studies. Our students only focus on training and nothing else.” All the while he was talking, he wasn’t even looking at my face, as if I were some filth he had to speak to out of obligation; otherwise, he would have ditched me here and driven off.
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