Broken Trust: A Dark High School Romance(47)

Ignore, ignore, ignore.

“So what was that comment Graeme Huntley made about some vote?” I asked them, desperately seeking a change of subject as the sounds of conversation turned into breathy moans and the monitors displayed it all from every damn angle. Some were even zoomed.

Beck was the one to respond, as he plugged a thumb drive into the server and started a file transfer to it. “So, Dylan told you how Delta began as a combination of our five families? Well, technically Delta was meant to be six families. Balance and symmetry were big in those days, as well as the fact that the Langham ancestor had a wife who fancied herself a bit of a numerologist. She’d convinced him that six was the lucky number in business and Delta would only ever be completely powerful if there were six ruling parties.” He paused, giving me a shrug. “People were superstitious back then.”

“So what happened?” I asked, having to speak over the sounds of moaning as our friendly senator sucked on the actress’s nipple. I wasn’t even guessing, he’d positioned her in exactly the right place for the cameras to get all the action. “How come it was still only five?”

“The sixth family that was going to be involved was killed in a house fire,” Dylan said, “and since they were all sentimental, the company decided to hold a sixth chair for them, to keep numbers even, but no new family would be added unless everyone votes and agreed on it.”

“So every twenty years, a vote is held,” Beck continued, leaving the file transfer running and joining Dylan and me on the floor. “And it’s open for any other company to ‘proposition’ Delta for a seat on their board. A controlling vote. It requires a substantial buy in, of course, so that leaves very few in a position to even try. But Huntley has a lot of money.”

“Until now they’ve never had any pull, but you only need two votes from Delta board members to have a shot,” Dylan added.

“Fuck,” I breathed out. “Catherine’s one of those, right? That’s her end game?”

Beck and Dylan exchanged a glance. “We don’t know. She’s done a very good job at distancing herself from Huntley; today was the friendliest I’ve ever seen her be with her brother. Usually it’s sneers and harsh words.”

That was probably the game, though. It had to be.

“Richard still has the Deboise vote, right?” I wanted to confirm. “Like, technically she’s his proxy, but the vote is still really his.”

They both nodded, but not with any sort of confidence.

“When is this vote?” I asked.

“In a bit over a month.” Beck grimaced. “My father is going to allow me to step in as his proxy vote, since I’m so close to taking over my chair, and that’s why we suspect the vote has something to do with Katelyn showing up at school.” His face was harsh and pissed off. “And why Catherine was so desperate to hold onto her voting rights.”

“What aren’t you telling me?” I demanded, right as the senator’s lover let out a loud moan followed by “yes, oh my god, put your dick in me!”

We all paused our conversation, instinctively looking up at the monitors just in time to get a close up of the actress’s vagina, followed by the senators erect cock slapping her pubic bone.

“Wow,” I muttered, tearing my eyes away from the screen before I could watch any further. “I think I need to bleach my eyes when we get out of here.” The woman started this sort of yipping moan as Senator Green obliged her wishes. “And my ears.”

Dylan snickered, still watching the screens. “It’s not that bad, Riles. You’ve never watched porn before?”

My cheeks flamed, and I glared at him as I wrapped my arms around my knees and hugged them tight. I was defiantly ignoring the throbbing warmth between my legs, cursing my sex starved body for reacting.

“No,” I lied. “And certainly not when the participants are in the next room and totally unaware anyone is watching.”

Dylan nodded and looked away from the screens. “Good point. What were you saying?”

I paused for a moment, my brain devoid of anything but porn, made worse by the undeniable heat in Beck’s stare. “Uh... oh. Something about Katelyn Huntley. What made you think her turning up has to do with the vote?” I aimed the question at Beck, grasping at that thread of information to keep my mind off the pants and groans coming from the monitors.

“She’s been making her interest known,” Beck said carefully, his steely gaze locked on me, unblinking. “We speculate she might be tasked with, uh, swaying my vote in favor of Huntley.”

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped a little. “You think Graeme sent his daughter to fuck you, so you’d vote in favor of Huntley getting a seat on Delta? Why is everything about sex with you people?”

“You people?” Dylan repeated, cocking a brow at me, and I glared back.

“You know what I mean,” I snapped, waving my hand at the monitors. “Everything in this fucked up world is sex and money. Does nothing else matter?”

“Power,” Beck replied, rubbing his thumb over his lower lip as he continued staring at me.

I glowered. “So Katelyn’s been hitting on you at school. I can’t even say I’m surprised.”

Surprised, no. Angry like I could claw her damn eyes out of her perfect face, yes. What kind of trampy bitch lets her father prostitute her out to win a fucking vote? Oh yeah. The same psychotic bitch who paid some creeps to gang rape me.