Finn.

The man who made me the sex crazed kitten that I was today. The one who taught me about my inner desires that I never knew existed.

Finn.

The man that pissed me off beyond the furthest star in the sky, yes fucking light years' worth.

Until I lost my virginity, the burden of being pure and wholesome would follow me as a stalker in the night. A heavy price tag sat on my shoulders, and locked tightly around my neck almost choking me.

I was Little Red Riding Hood, and the men that desired my virginity were the big, bad wolves, licking their lips as I passed, hoping to catch a whiff of my purity while offering thousands of dollars for just one night to be inside of me. The dark thoughts sickened me, but I relished in them. Being a virgin gave me power, but I was ready to give it away. Willingly.

I closed my eyes tight, then opened them. The cool air stung, causing water to obstruct my vision. I tucked my feet under my body, hoping to warm my frozen toes.

The sound of the water in the hot tub as the waterfall changed different colors kept my attention. The steam rose from the top, and the heat called my name. A heated Jacuzzi… what a luxury.

I wanted to jump in, to let the warmth relax my muscles and mind. And with that thought, I stood and slipped off my clothes.

Modesty barely existed anymore, especially being in a house full of women. Not that anyone was home, but still. Gone was the shy, timid Jennifer, replaced with a person that made me feel like a stranger to myself. Was that even possible?

One toe after another, I dipped and slid into the rumbling water until my body became a void in its depths. I sighed as I allowed the jets to loosen me. Closing my eyes, I had hopes to control my emotions. To reel them in before they ran wild, to think of nothing, and relax.

What was Luke doing at the moment?

Painting another picture of our intimate evening together, or calling Finnley to request a refund?

I tried to tell myself I was just a night of sex, but I knew it was more than that.

The key to his heart.

The words, the meaning, the tattoo he wore on that sexy lower abdominal because of me. I wondered what the other ink represented, and if any others were for women.

Parched with thirst, I wanted nothing more than a bottle of water, but I didn't want to leave. My eyes felt heavy, and I could have fallen asleep. Relaxation hadn't come in weeks, and neither had I.

I forced myself awake and stared at the sparkling stars in the sky that reminded me of the women's gigantic rings at the parties I attended. Would I be fit to be a bride one day? Isn't that what every woman dreams about? Their fairy tale wedding with a beautiful dress, glass slippers, and the outrageously expensive jewelry to signify their everlasting love and devotion to their husband? No. I couldn't think about marriage. I wasn't marriage material.

Lori told me about a girl who used to work for Finn. She met the man of her dreams while on the job and was fired after the mention of love. Her and Herald ran away to Hawaii together and married immediately. Within two months, she was pregnant with their first child, and they lived happily ever after.

"It could happen, Jennifer," she whispered to me.

I smiled, and then walked away.

I knew it couldn't happen because the person I wanted at the time was unavailable.

Fucking Finnley Felton.

Just the thought of him angered me. I wanted to give my virginity away weeks ago; I wanted him to be the one, but Finnley refused me time after time. I got over him. I forced myself too. I wanted to move on to the client charades and dinners, stupid parties, and fancy clothes.

Without the virgin tag, I would no longer be looked at like I was something pure and innocent, but instead as a sex kitten. The one that currently stayed quietly in her cage.

I wanted out.

I wanted release.

I wanted to be taken.

But Finn.

The way he kissed me so sweetly on the lips that night in bed and how he did little things to make sure I was taken care of. The thought of that side of him took my breath away. Even the way his eyes said sorry the day he was handed the golden envelope with my destiny written inside. Every memory of him, conjured something deep inside that I constantly forced myself to suppress because I had to, because I had signed my rights away, because we were over it.

If I had known being an Elite would be hard, that the man that haunted my dreams really lived, and that I would not be able to love, I would have never done it. Love was such a powerful emotion, and something that I would never fully experience as long as I was Elite.

What had I truly gotten myself into?

"Fucking Finnley," I whispered with my eyes closed.

"You rang?"

My heart palpitated at the sound of his voice, and I wanted to pretend as if he were just a figment of my imagination. But he wasn't. I knew he wasn't. I couldn't turn around and look at him. Lividness filled me.

The water moved and I knew he had dipped himself inside of the hot tub; his toes touched the outside of my leg. When I opened my eyes, he wore that boyish grin on his face and I wanted to slap it off.

"Feisty, little thing, aren't you?"

The amusing tone in his voice angered me even more.

Silent treatment from here on out.

I closed my eyes, sunk deeper into the water, and leaned my head against the edge.

"Jennifer. Honestly. There are a few things that need to be known. Luke…"

I opened my eyes immediately and stared at Finn.

"Luke is really pissed at me, and I don't blame him. He threatened to sue me and come over and take you to his house like a caveman. I laughed at him and told him to try. But really? Who does he think he is? The look on his face when I walked in. Priceless."

"You are such an asshole"

"Oh. So you are talking? Fantastic."

I groaned.

"I thought it was cute that he really thought I would let him go through with taking your virginity. Did he? Did you? Really, Jennifer, you mustn't think I would let that happen?"

I had no words. His voice turned cold, animalistic.

"You are mine. I've told you time and time before. No one will take that away from me. No one, not even my stupid, little brother."

Realization set in.

The eyes. The accent. The way they treated one another.

"Holy fuck. How?

"Oh what? Little Luketon didn't tell you? We have the same mother." Finnley laughed. "Not surprising, really. He's always been so secretive. Always bested me in sports, in painting, even in trivial things like piano lessons and cards, but he never was smarter than me. Never. Some things never change, Jennifer."

The rushing water no longer took me away from my thoughts. Not with Finnley sitting in front of me, bare-chested, with a smile on his face. If I didn't know better, I'd say Finn enjoyed it. Enjoyed being in control of both Luke's destiny and mine.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"It isn't my job to tell you about my family. My job is to be your boss and to offer the best prices and protection for my girls while ensuring my customers experience quality service. I did that. I accomplished it. But sometimes, not often, I decide that the rules are not playing by my own. So I change them. With family involved, it makes it much easier."

"It's not just your family you're playing with. It's my emotions, too. "

"Even more reason to stop it before it happened."

"What about Nancy, Finn? Your serious relationship? Your future fucking wife? I don't want to play these games anymore. I'm tired of them. I'm tired of you. You're driving me crazy."

He didn't answer.

I stood.

The water swooshed over the edges and splashed onto the cement ground. Before I could get my foot over the side, Finnley grabbed my arm and pulled me toward him. I lost my balance and with a splash, he caught me in his arms.

"You can't be mad at me."

Our faces were so close to one another, so incredibly close.

"Let me go."

I struggled to get away, but his firm grasp was ever holding.

"No."

"I don't want to be around you right now."

"I don't care."

"You should. I don't like you very much at the moment."

"I still don't care. I want you to sit with me and enjoy this beautiful night."

"No. Let. Go."

He grabbed my face with his hands and slammed his lips against mine. He sucked on my bottom lip and I tried to force him away, but his kisses were unwavering. My heart raced as he ran his hands through my wet hair, and the wall of anger slowly crumbled, and I began to kiss him back. As much as I wanted to pull away, I was kissing him. Stupid body. With that, all the emotions that I had locked away released. He lifted me on top of him, and I could feel him, long and hard as I straddled his legs. Once I pulled my lips away, I reared my hand back and slapped his face as hard as I could with my wet hand.

"I'm sick of the fucking games," I said.

He moved closer until his nose almost touched mine. With a tilt of his head, he softly brushed his open lips against mine. We didn't kiss, but my breath caught, and so did his. I tried to swallow, but my throat was parched because I was thirsty, but not only for water. Every emotion that I suppressed was stuffed back into the basement of my heart. I was fucking done with him.