I don't sleep at all through the day. The cabin is dark all morning and into the afternoon. I like the darkness. No one can see my relentless tears. For some fucking reason, the tears don't stop. I don't think they can stop.
I don't plan on sleeping much because I don't trust anyone here. I trust my partner, but he has a different agenda.
Kingston sleeps above head. My bed shakes every time he tosses or rolls. Liam sleeps in a bed without a bunk in the corner of the room, while Keegan and Russell sleep in the bunks to my sides. I need to talk to Kingston immediately.
I push my covers off quietly and pull myself up onto Kingston's bunk. I sit perched on the wooden frame. I watch. Very carefully, very silently, I crawl onto the bed. Kingston sits up immediately but nods when he sees me. We can't leave the cabin to talk in private due to the rest of the employess, so this is my easiest option.
"Lay down," Kingston whispers into my ear, "So they don't see your outline."
I try to angle myself so that I'm laying on my side, but Kingston rolls me over onto his chest. "This way our mouths and ears are lined up."
My legs are spread around his middle and my breasts lay against his pecks. He's shirtless again.
"Hiya Kitten," He purrs, resting his hands on the arch of my back.
"Where did Liam take you?" I sibilate. "You never told me."
"He took us around here and we mainly just patrolled the cabins." Kingston shrugs.
"Liam has to know about the drugs, right? Robin too?" My lips are pressed against his ear now.
He hums and brings his hands lower. "I'm sure of it, Kitten. Robin is the organizer of it all, yeah? Maybe Liam too."
Desmond sits up. His bunk sits to our right.
Kingston flips over so that his back faces Desmond. He pushes me down under his covers so that his chest curls above my head. I bring my body into a ball and press into him.
"Were you saying something?" Desmond whispers harshly into the darkness.
Kingston adjusts his head, "No mate," He replies innocently, "You just woke me up."
I hear the thrashing of covers and then nothing. He must've fallen back to sleep.
I rake my hands up Kingston's shoulders but he pushes me back down. The whispering continues.
My legs are bent so that both are around Kingston's waist, but my head rests on his stomach. I am quite uncomfortable. I can feel his bulge against my inner thigh as he adjusts himself. He readjusts again. I can feel his dick right between my legs. It stiffens.
I cringe. My body hums and I'm instantly embarassed. I can't pretend that I hate this, because I'm pleased that I can elicit such a response. He presses deeper.
I know there is whispering, I can hear it! It just doesn't make sense to me. All I can focus on is Kingston.
I'm supposed to be doing a job. I need to Listen. Tanner's presence, the fact that he is dating a girl, my event in the restroom, and now Kingston- I can't control my actions because my emotions are out of control. Before this mission I had been out of training for months- that means mentally and emotionally preparing, both of which I did not do. I need things to start going my way.
*
I don't know how long I was under the covers, but I wake up to Kingston's head on my chest. The room is still black and mute. His hands rest behind my back, his body slightly on top of mine. My eyes adjust to the darkness and I study the outlines of his tattoos. I think I see a couple of birds, some fire patterns, a couple of numbers and words, and one large heart. The heart holds a giant "E". I roll my eyes. The stylists are assholes.
I need this to stop. This must stop. It's time to focus on what I came here to do. I am determined to stop the drugs from being transferred, but first I need to find the drugs. I need to fuck Liam.
I try to unravel Kingston's arms from around my stomach, but he squeezes me into a forced embrace. I run my fingers down his muscular arms. He moves so that his head is on my stomach and his arms wrap my waist. I scoot out from under him and swing into my bed.
I look up to see a figure approaching. The figure squats by my bed and whispers along my neck. "Scarlett, I need to see you in the conference room, immediately."
It's Desmond.
I follow him quickly and we escape into the conference room just off from our cabin.
"I don't recall you being the head of our department," I remark, crossing my arms.
"Listen, I've been here for months, you new recruits need to learn how to have some fun. You're the first girl to be in our department and that routine in the shower really got me going," He bites his lip.
I back into the door and lock it. "You were saying?"
"I desperately want to fuck you."
Desperate is right. "What's in it for me?" I prop my hand on my hip and study him.
Desmond is lean, but muscular. He has a couple tattoos and attractive facial hair. He's wearing a cologne by the same maker as Robin's; Clive Christian. He must know about the drugs because his expensive cologne means he has money. Money is not earned working as a security guard at camp apple. Money is earned from drug dealers who are willing to bribe the seller for a sample of the product.
"Anything for you," He murmurs, dragging his eyes down my body.
"I'll think about it," I croon.
Desmond approaches me and pushes me into the wall aggressively. I wrap my legs above his waist and twist my fingers through his hair. He begins to kiss down my neck, to my chest, where he then proceeds to lift my shirt. I pretend to enjoy it.
I kiss him over and over and rake my hands down and down. His dick throbs against my legs. He moans and I play along. Desmond carries me over to the table in the middle of the room and lays me down. He unbuttons his pants frantically and grabs my breasts. He yanks my bottoms off. I give some pretend moans and fake an orgasm. I fucking hate this.
"God, you're so tight," He gasps, "I want to make that ass talk to me." He thrusts harder and deeper. I try not to vomit.
After a couple minutes of painful fucking, he comes and praises me.
This is the first man that I've had sex with since Tanner. I don't listen much to what Desmond says after our "physical and emotional connection", but I nod along.
"This won't be the last time, babe. You were so good."
I tap my fingers against my bruised leg as I sit on the table. "Maybe we could patrol together, that could give us some time to-"
"I can't do that." He blurts.
I arch a brow, "And why is that? You don't want to do these things with me?" I give my best pout.
"No, it's just, you need to train up is all," He reassures. "I think your position suits you though."
"I want an upgrade," I cross my arms.
"Well, you don't need one." He's becoming angry and defensive now.
I strut over to him and press my lips to his ear, "You better give me what I ask for, or I'll make your life a living hell." And with that, I exit.
*
"I want to change up the groups," Liam announces, flipping the lights.
A couple tired groans later, all nine of us are waiting to hear Liam's arrangements.
"Robin organized the groups last night, but it's ultimately my decision. I need Desmond, Abel, Killian, and Conrad as one group. I want Scarlett paired with a veteran," He surveys the room. "Spencer, you're with her. Keegan and Ellis are together. The groups of two are in charge of security issues during the day. The group of four is in charge of security during the night. I want Scarlett at the shop now, the rest of you can go eat."
I saunter up to Liam, "Do you think I could get some one on one training?"
Liam flips through the pages on his clipboard, looking up quickly. "Why would you need that? You're plenty qualified."
I give a heavy sigh and run my hand through my wavy curls. I take a step closer and puff my chest, "It's just, I'm not fitting in. I want some respect from the boys." I stick my ass out as I shift my weight. "I wouldn't mind spending more time with you either." I blush, covering my lips. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." I shy away with a grin.
"Scarlett," Liam reaches for my arm and turns me around, "Let me think about it." He gives a small smile.
"Thanks," I flush.
"Now, uh- get to work," He stutters.
I nod, turning with a flip of my hair. I know I'm coming on too strongly and too quickly, but I need to assert myself.
I slip on a light sweater and some tight jeans and I head for the orchard's shop.
I glide down the hallway to the cafeteria and make eye contact with Desmond. He winks and I raise a brow. Kingston notices and cocks his head. I look away with a smirk. Out the cafeteria door I go until I see a small, log structure. I've studied the map enough to know where most things on the orchard are- but I haven't explored. I'm doing that tonight.
"Scarlett!"
Fuck.
"Hey, I didn't know they sent security out to the shop!" April exclaims with a smile.
The shop is a classic, little log cabin. Jams and jellies stock the shelves and dried apples sit in pieces on the counter.
"Well, this is my second day, I don't know much either," I laugh. Days here feel like weeks.
"Well, I'm making caramel apples, care to join me?" April gives a small shrug.
"Why not?" I agree.
April is cute. I don't blame her for dating Tanner. I blame Tanner. She's friendly, pretty, petite, all the things that I'm not. I think I'm attractive- but in the sex type of way. I feel like men want to bang me for fun and then go back home to an April- someone who they would really love. I'm not kind. Quite frankly, I'm a bitch. I don't know if this is how I've been trained or how I am. I wonder what I would be like had I not been an agent at the Pearl. The odd thing is, Tanner made me feel like April. He made me feel innocent and pretty and light. I am guilty and dark and heavy.
"William is in the back- he's usually the one setting the store up and handling customers," April explains.
"What do you normally do?"
"I package and organize. It's pretty boring," She laughs. "I give the tours for the children on field trips also, there's one in about thirty minutes- that's probably why Li sent you over." April gives a simple smile as she continues to dip and wrap the apples, "These are for the kids!"
"That's sweet, I'm happy to help," I reply. "Are you and Liam close? You called him Li, so-"
"He's my brother!" April vociferates with a giggle. "Oh that boy..." She shakes her head. "You don't like him do you? A little crush?" She jumps around with five apples in hand.
Perfect. I hide my face in my hair. "I don't know... It's only day two. He's very sweet." I think back to when he stared at my tits. "Very professional, he is."
"Oh yes," she nods with a pensive look. "He's quite an adept man. I'm totally setting you two up."
"Well, I asked him today for some one on one training- do you think he'd want to do that? He seemed apprehensive," I explain.
"He'd totally go for you! If he doesn't say yes, I'm swooping in. Big brother needs some help with the women," She snorts with laughter. "Tanner needed help. He told me something about a really messed up past relationship. My poor baby." She frowns.
My blood boils. Calm down, Eve. "Well, I'm always here if you want to discuss him." I bite my lower lip.
"It's day two and we're already best friends!" April squeals, tossing the apples and hugging me. She smells like Tanner.
A knock on the front door startles us both. "I'll get it!" I rush over and swing the door open.
"Hi! I'm Ms.Smith, the kids are all waiting outside for the tour." A young woman with red curls explains.
April nods, "Sure, One sec!" She rushes to the back. "Can you handle them, Scar?"
"Yeah, I suppose."
Twenty or thirty kids run around knocking each other over while simultaneously screaming and laughing. Annoyed chaperones shout ignored orders.
April and who I suspect to be William walk out with large smiles. William has a sleek, slicked back look. He has a pierced nose and a small hand tattoo. I recognize him instantly. I stalked him for months because SASA suspected him of kidnapping boys and using them to sell his drugs. I never got the chance to kill him because he knew someone was stalking him. I swallow loudly.
I've been compromised.
