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Typhon, page 1
Typhon
Copyright 2021 Monica Clayton
Published by M.E. Clayton
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Warning: This book contains sexual situations and other adult themes. Recommended for 18 years of age and over.
Table of Contents
Author's Note
Contact Me
Dedication
Playlist
Prologue
1. Stone
2. Rylee
3. Stone
4. Rylee
5. Stone
6. Rylee
7. Stone
8. Rylee
9. Stone
10. Rylee
11. Stone
12. Rylee
13. Stone
14. Rylee
15. Stone
16. Rylee
17. Stone
18. Rylee
19. Stone
20. Rylee
21. Stone
22. Rylee
23. Stone
24. Rylee
25. Stone
26. Rylee
27. Stone
28. Rylee
29. Stone
30. Rylee
31. Stone
32. Rylee
33. Stone
34. Rylee
35. Stone
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Other Books
Author’s Note
Just a couple of things before I let you go and get your read on. While I am doing my best to work with better editing and proofreading software, all my books are solo, independent works. I write my books, proofread my books, edit my books, create the covers, etc. I have one beta who gives me feedback on my stories, but other than that, all my books are independent projects.
That being said, I apologize, in advance, for the typos, grammar inconsistencies, or any other mistakes I may make. Since writing is strictly a hobby for me, I haven’t looked into commitments in regard to publishers, editors, etc. My hope is that my stories are enjoyable enough that a few mistakes, here and there, can be overlooked. However, if you’re a stickler for grammar, my books are probably not for you.
Also, I am an avid reader-I mean an AVID reader. I love to read above any other hobby. However, the only downside to my reading obsession is when I fall in love with a series, but I have to wait for the additional books to come out. So, because I feel that disappointment down to my soul, when I started publishing my works, I vowed to publish all books in my series all at once. No waiting here…LOL. Now, the exception to that will be if enough readers request additional stories based off the standalone, such as in Facing the Enemy. At that point, if I decide to move forward with a requested series, I will make sure all additional books are available all at once. As much as this is a hobby for me, I am writing these books for all of you, as well as myself.
Thank you, for everything!
Contact Me
I really appreciate you reading my book and I would love to hear from you! Now, unfortunately, because I do have a full-time job and one part-time job, plus a family that I love spending time with, at this time, I’m afraid it would be very hard for me to maintain a multitude of social media sites. However, for the sites I do participate in, here are my social media coordinates:
Website
Newsletter
Dedication
For my family –
The love is immeasurable.
Playlist
Series Theme
Devil’s Playground – The Riggs
Typhon
You – Alex Condliffe
The Time of Our Lives – The Venice Connection
Prisoner – Raphael Lake, Aaron Levy & Daniel Ryan Murphy
Feel It – Michele Morrone
Bad At Love – Maddy Benson
Cerberus
I See Red – Everybody Loves An Outlaw
Teardrop – Massive Attack
Expectations – Lauren Jauregui
All The Things She Said – t.A.T.u
You Are The Reason – Calum Scott ft. Leona Lewis
Basilisk
Another Wave – Raphael Lake
Here Comes The Thunder – Lee Richardson, Jonathan Murill & Tom Ford
Lost In Your Eyes – Theo Chinara & Craig Hardy
Body Say – Demi Lovato
Burning Desire – Lana Del Ray
Sphinx
I Hate The Way – G-Easy ft. black bear
Underdog – Banks
Collide – Justine ft. Tyga
It’s You – Ali Gatie
Iris – Goo Goo Dolls
Siren
I Am the Fire – Ghost Monroe
The Hunted – The Rigs
Here She Comes Again – Royksopp
Finish Line – SATV Music
Last One Standing – Skylar Gray ft. Polo G, Mozzy & Eminem
Prologue
Chapter 1
Stone~
I was doing my best not to punch this motherfucker in the face.
It was actually a testament to the control I had over my emotions that August Remington wasn’t already laid out at my feet. He knew the rules just as well as I did.
Just as well as we all did.
So, why he felt as though he could just chat it up with me-in public-was beyond me. Especially, considering how what I did was none of his business in the first place. Contrary to what he and the others might think, I wasn’t a sheep. I wasn’t in this because it was what was expected of me. I wasn’t in this to follow in the footsteps before me. I wasn’t in this just to be a piece of a bigger puzzle.
I was in this to rule the fucking world and every key player in it.
“C’mon, Stone,” he said, pretending to speak in a whisper but not doing a very good job of it. “Everybody picks a girl, dude. No one’s not ever picked a girl before.”
We were seated next to each other in Applied Statistics, and it was too late to trade seats without causing a few heads to turn if he got butthurt. It also bothered me that he thought this commonality made us friends.
We weren’t friends.
While I had a fuckton of acquaintances and a shitload of casual friends, I only had one real friend. Even if he weren’t a part of all this, even if I couldn’t tell him about all this shit, even if he wasn’t privy to the biggest part of my life, Lennox Wilde was still my only real friend.
“I’m not talking to you about this, August,” I bit out. “Especially, not here.”
“Oh, right,” he mumbled. “Yeah, yeah.”
Now I really wanted to punch him in the face.
The bastard knew what he was doing and why. Unfortunately for him, so did I. No matter what my signature had agreed to, I wasn’t stupid.
Nor was I weak.
My signature had promised a lot, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to play my cards close to the vest. It didn’t mean I was going to lay all my plans out in a nice, neat little diagram for them all to see and follow. It didn’t change the fact that I didn’t know these people well enough, considering.
August had already picked his girl.
They all had.
Ross had chosen his girl our sophomore year at Hales University. Fox had chosen his girl last year, during winter break. And Saxton had chosen his girl when we’d been fucking freshman, for fuck’s sake. August had chosen his girl just a few months ago, right before summer began.
However, we were all seniors now, and the ceremony was only two weeks away. Always the last weekend in September. Never in the same place, but always during that same last weekend of the month. Not sure why, and I never asked because I honestly didn’t give a fuck.
Still, what August failed to realize was that, even if I’d already chosen a girl, I wouldn’t have told him. I wouldn’t have told any of them. They didn’t need to know who I’d chosen, if anyone.
While Ross Carmichael, Fox Harrington, and Saxton Voss were reputed to be ruthless but solid, I still didn’t know them beyond who they were and a few superficial conversations over the years. They were every bit as commanding as you’d expect from their last names and their family lines, but I still didn’t know them like that.
However, I didn’t get sketchy vibes from them the way I did August Remington. August Remington was a bad apple, and it was unfortunate that he was in my graduating class. It was also unfortunate that’d he’d been one of the selected few.
There was also the issue of the girls. Again, beca use I wasn’t stupid or anyone’s goddamn puppet, the second I’d gotten wind of the names of the girls who’d been picked, I had done my own background checks on them, and my background checks had rivaled that of the damn FBI.
I was going to know everyone in that room with me when the time came.
The professor started class, and much to my surprise, August turned his attention to the front of the class. However, I knew this wouldn’t be the end of it. He wanted to know if I was bullshitting when I’d told him that I wasn’t picking a girl. He wanted to know if I was up to something, and if that was going to derail whatever shady shit he was up to.
I thought about the girls that had been chosen, and they were exactly what you expect; compliant.
Jennifer Polk, Alexis Wyatt, Kincaid Black, and Laney Spinner had been the girls chosen among our class, and they all were predictable.
Well, all, except Kincaid Black.
If I were to care about any of them being chosen, I’d care why Saxton Voss had chosen her out of all the females available. Kincaid Black’s family was about as ruthless as all of the males’ families on the list to attend. If Ross, Fox, Saxton, August, and I were sharks, then Kincaid Black was the set of teeth inside the shark’s jaws.
Ross had chosen Jennifer, Fox had chosen Alexis, Saxton had chosen Kincaid, and August had chosen Laney. Every girl, save Kincaid, came from a family and an upbringing that was guaranteed to make them agreeable to whatever terms were laid out to them. And knowing what’s to be expected of them, it did make me wonder what Kincaid’s role was in all of this.
Plus, August wasn’t wrong. It was unheard of for one of us not to pick a girl. It simply wasn’t done. There was a reason the saying that ‘behind every great man is a great woman’ existed. There was a reason the saying that ‘reformed rakes make the best husbands’ existed. Men were nothing without women, and that was just a fact.
There were only two things in this world that could break a man: money and pussy.
You could have all the money in the world and lose it all to pussy, or you could have the best pussy in the world and lose it to money. Via unfortunate circumstances or your own stupidity, being able to have both was a tough sell.
Okay.
Let me rephrase.
Being able to have both and be happy was a tough sell. If you wanted the money, you had to put in the work and that often led to neglect of the other. If you wanted the pussy, you had to put in the time and that often led to abandoned potential of the other.
A truly successful man needed his woman’s goals to match his own. If he wanted success, he needed a woman who could respect success. If he wanted a family, he needed woman who could respect family.
A strong woman was capable of one of two things: her resolve would be strong enough to help you rise, or it would be strong enough to hold you down.
Choose. Fucking. Wisely.
It was the reason I wasn’t choosing a girl. I haven’t met one that I could trust with my vision or secrets. I haven’t met one that’s done anything beyond getting my dick hard.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I had a bunch of female acquaintances and got along well with the fairer sex. I didn’t think they were inferior or belonged in the kitchen. I didn’t think they were just pieces of meat to be used for my sexual gratification only. I had the upmost respect for women as a whole.
Now, stupid sluts? That was a different story.
However, for all the women who have come and gone in my life, I’ve never looked at one and felt anything above my belt. My dick had stirred plenty of times, but I’ve never connected with a female.
Not once.
Okay.
Maybe once.
Still, with my plans to rise to the highest ranks of this ridiculous tradition, any old girl just wouldn’t do.
I needed fire.
I needed strength.
I needed courage.
I needed loyalty.
I needed some Bonnie and Clyde shit.
Or Mickey and Mallory.
Either way, I was prepared to do this solo. I really didn’t care what the other guys did with their girls as long as nothing interfered with what I had going on. I planned on owning every dollar and person attached to it within the organization, and nothing was going to stop me.
Plus, if I ever did find a girl who did more for me than provide a blowjob, there was no way she’d become one of the pawns.
She’d be my fucking queen.
And it’d be my job to make sure I was worthy enough to be her king.
Chapter 2
Rylee~
This was it.
Already a month into the groove of things, this was my senior year at Hales University, and I was only a few months away from the next phase of my life. The energy all around me was sizzling with the undercurrent of all the possibilities after this.
I came from a modest but blessed family background. My parents, Glen and Robin Madden, were regular, everyday working folk. My father was a pharmacist, and my mother was a lab technician. They had met in college through their common interests, and it’s been a good life.
While I was twenty-two, my brother, Bishop, was twenty-six and a Marine. He was a career military man, and he was always deployed somewhere or other. However, with technology being what it was these days, we were able to communicate with him more often than had it been forty years ago.
My passion was computer science. I still wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to do with my degree once I graduated, but I loved the challenge of technology. I loved trying to figure out how things worked and how to make them better.
I loved growth.
Now, while there wasn’t anything wrong with contentment, that wasn’t for me. I wanted every day to be a new day, and with technology evolving so rapidly, I was guaranteed to get that with a computer science degree.
Also, college was very important to my parents. My family wasn’t wealthy by any means, but my parents had saved and saved to make sure Bishop and I received quality educations. Bishop had lucked out with the military helping to pay for his education, but my parents had still made sure he’d gotten his fair share of what they had saved for him.
Their dedication and advocacy of higher learning has been a real motivation for me these past few years. With everything they’ve sacrificed, so that Bishop and I hadn’t had to take out student loans, it was enough to motivate me to make sure I did something magnificent with my education.
I’ve never taken one day at Hales University for granted.
Hales University was another thing altogether. HU was a welcoming campus, but you couldn’t help noticing that some of the students that went here were from some of the most prestigious and wealthiest families in the country. The first time I ever saw Ross Carmichael walking across campus our freshmen year, I had tripped all over myself. After that, whenever I’d come across any American royalty, I’d done my best not to gawk. Still, could you blame a girl?
Hales University was crawling with all kinds of beautiful people, but there were always those few who stood out, no matter how surrounded by beauty they were.
You had Ross Carmichael with his blonde hair and startling blue eyes. You had Saxton Voss with his dark black hair and grey eyes. You had Fox Harrington with his brown hair and bright hazel eyes. You had August Remington with his dark blonde hair and chocolate-colored eyes. Then you had Stone Lexington with his rich, dark brown hair and matching brown eyes. Also, let’s not forget that they were all built like goddamn Greek gods.
Oh, and let’s also not forget the females who walked Hales University’s campus. If the guys were magnificent to look at, the girls were just as stunning.
