Tryst Six Venom Read Online Penelope Douglas

Categories Genre: GLBT, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 159976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
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Raising my eyes, I reach up and start unpinning my hair. I pull out the pins, the hairspray keeping it clumped together, but it falls down piece by piece until the entire work is undone.

“Hey,” I hear Krisjen say.

Amy rises next to me. “Clay, what are you doing?”

I take everything out, shaking my head to loosen the locks, lazy curls spilling around me as I unscrew the diamond studs my grandmother gave me to wear.

I’ll wear the dress. I’ll go to the ball. But that’s it.

“No!” someone shouts.

I startle.

“Now I said we aren’t expecting any deliveries,” Marnie snaps. “How did you get through the gate?”

Amy and Krisjen stand behind me, all of us with our eyes pinned toward the foyer, but whoever is at the door is out of sight.

But then a voice booms. “Clay Collins! Are you home?”

I bolt out of my chair, tightening my robe around me as I round the corner into the entryway and see Iron Jaeger standing at my door. He’s in his usual grease-smudged, white T-shirt with sweat shining across his forehead. He holds two large boxes.

“A little help?” he chides me, glaring at Marnie who won’t let him pass.

“Marnie, it’s okay.” I move forward and take a box off his load. “What is this?”

“Fuck if I know.” He barely takes three steps inside before he drops the other box on the floor in front of me. “You figure out the rest.”

Spinning around, he leaves, the door hanging open after him as I stand there holding the bag, so to speak.

“That was weird,” Amy says.

Did Liv send him? I look down at the box, Lavinia’s name engraved in lavender in the center of the large, white box. It’s taller than the other one, both of them different shapes.

“What is it?” Krisjen asks.

I kneel down to the floor and set it next to the one Iron dropped, opening his first.

Peeling back the lid, I spread open the tissue paper and see a white gown, the sleeveless bodice decorated with pearls and stunning blush pink orchids, the wires in the corset running vertical.

I hold it up, noticing the fabric on the torso is damn near see-through, except for the cups of the breasts, of course. The rest of the gown is adorned with a spiral of white birds sewn in down the legs to the feet, and it’s honestly one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. The minimal petticoat is sewn in, so the wearer doesn’t have to deal with looking like a cupcake.

“What’s in the other one?” Krisjen asks.

I set the gown back in the box and push off the lid of the taller one, peering inside.

Something bubbles up in my chest, and I can’t help but smile.

“What’s all this?” my mom asks, coming into the room.

But I don’t answer. I reach inside and pull out the black top hat, a black silk ribbon adorned with a cluster of jewels on one side wrapped around the brim.

I’m dying to put it on.

Diving back into the box like a kid on Christmas, I find black pants, a white shirt, and a fitted jacket with tails. A black tie spills into my lap.

I laugh, hugging the tux to my body. What did she do?

“This is beautiful,” my mother says, examining the gown. “Who’s the tux for?

Me. Liv’s giving me a choice. I look between the dress and the suit. I can do what I’m told or do what I want.

I shake my head. I hurt her so badly. She deserves better.

She must’ve already had the clothes done and figured why waste them?

Because I was still blocked as of ten minutes ago.

I search the boxes but don’t see a note. Footfalls hit the floor behind me, and my mother rises.

“What are you doing here?” she asks.

My father darts up to her, stops, and I look up at him as he looks down at me. “We’ll see you at the banquet hall, okay?” he tells me. And then he looks at her. “I need to talk to you now.”

“Not now.” She keeps her tone quiet, because everyone is listening, but she turns away from him and starts to leave.

But my dad pulls her back around and throws her over his shoulder.

I shoot to my feet, dropping the clothes. “Dad!”

“Ah, Jefferson!” my mom screeches. “Let me go!”

He carries her up the stairs, and I follow. “Dad?”

“Clay, the adults are talking now,” he fires back.

Someone snorts behind me, and my mom flails. “Ugh, you let me go!”

But my dad wraps his arms around her tighter. “Never.”

They disappear down the hall, and I jog after them, reaching their door just as it closes.

“How dare—” But my mom’s voice cuts off, and I lean my ear to the door, hearing muffled moaning and breathlessness.

I smile to myself and walk away, leaving them to it.


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