Mirrors

By M.E. Clayton

When you’re always handed everything that you’ve ever wanted, you don’t know any different.

Until you do.

Sterling
Sterling Hale had it all and that was just plain fact. At the top of the food chain at Blackstone Prep Academy, Sterling wanted for nothing. He was gorgeous, intelligent, athletic, and his parents had more money than a small nation. However, along with those redeeming qualities, he was also formidable, intolerant, unwavering, and didn’t bother with people who weren’t worth his time-in his opinion.

When there’s a change in the rules, Sterling finds himself in unfamiliar territory. Though it’s nothing that he can’t handle, it’s still something that he hadn’t seen coming. Always the pragmatic one, Sterling doesn’t waste time overthinking with all the ‘whys’ and ‘how comes’, that’s simply not his style. It is what it is and he’s not afraid to see it through to the bitter end.

London
London Addison was one of the fortunate ones and she knew it. As one of the wealthiest students at Blackstone Prep Academy, London’s future was set. She was stunning, smart, quick-witted, and her family was rolling in hard-cold cash. However, along with all those redeeming, she was also aloof, uninterested, opinionated, and didn’t pay any attention to people outside her close circle.

When her best friend decides that she needs to be a better person, London jumps onboard to support her fully. After all, they were all rich, entitled, little jerks, so working to be a better person is definitely something worthwhile. On her quest to be a little less of a douchebag, she’s blindsided by an unexpected development. Is it an unwanted development? Unfortunately, not really.

When desire and possessiveness are just the beginning...
Aware that a drunken night has opened Pandora’s Box, Sterling finds himself in a situation that he’s never had to deal with before. Still, he quickly decides that he’s going to do what he always does, and that’s to take what he wants. However, it’s a lot easier said than done.

Aware that being plastered is like a get-out-of-jail-free card, London isn’t too concerned with the one drunken night she spent with Sterling Hale. After all, virgin or not, she’s knows the score. Well, at least, she thought she knew the score until Sterling starts losing his goddamn mind.

With a night that neither of them can forget, Sterling and London struggle with their opposing opinions on what that night meant. Still, in a battle of the sexes, Sterling Hale refuses to lose.

NOTE: This book contains adult language, adult situations, explicit sexual encounters, and violence. If sensitive to any of the aforementioned issues, please do not purchase.

• Language: English
• Publisher: M.E. Clayton
• Release date: Sep 17, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005564308

M.E. Clayton

M.E. Clayton works fulltime and writes as a hobby only. She is also an avid reader and Pinterest addict. When she's not working, reading, writing, or on Pinterest, she is spending time with her family and friends, or her dog, Boy, or her cat, Seatbelt. She lives in California with her husband and enjoys doing nothing but reading. Seriously. She does nothing but read. However, that's how she likes it.

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Mirrors

Copyright 2020 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. London

2. Sterling

3. London

4. Sterling

5. London

6. Sterling

7. London

8. Sterling

9. London

10. Sterling

11. London

12. Sterling

13. London

14. Sterling

15. London

16. Sterling

17. London

18. Sterling

19. London

20. Sterling

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. And 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 a family 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

Facebook

Instagram

Email

Newsletter

Dedication

For my readers –

Every new story, every new character, every new adventure is for you.

Playlist

Turn The Lights Down Low – Max

Where You Belong – The Weeknd

I Shall Believe – Sheryl Crow

Heaven – Julia Michaels

This Kiss – Faith Hill

You And Me – Lifehouse

Jealous – Nick Jonas

Unforgettable – French Montana

Breathe – Faith Hill

Cross Me – Ed Sheeran ft. Chance the Rapper

Boom Clap – Charli XCX

Talking Body – Tove Lo

My Love – Justin Timberlake ft. T.I.

Falls On Me – Fuel

Hanging By A Moment – Lifehouse

Prologue

This was wrong.

I knew it, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.

As my back slammed up against the tiled wall over, and over again, my mind and any rational thought had, long ago, given way to the undeniable pleasure that was wracking my body.

Unlike most girls, I had never given much thought to how I’d lose my virginity. I hadn’t daydreamed of rose petals and candlelight. I hadn’t imagined a fairy tale love, where my boyfriend would do everything right, and our joining would be about love and not lust. I hadn’t pictured any post-coital tenderness or sweet words of forever.

I hadn’t really thought about it at all.

I had imagined that when the time came, I’d know it, and I’d be ready.

But if anyone had ever posed that question to me and had asked me what I had imagined my first time to be like, I never would have described this.

I wouldn’t have known how to describe this.

How do you put something like this into words?

My core felt full, but it still needed more. My body felt on fire, but it shivered from head to toe. My lungs felt like they were struggling, but my breaths kept coming faster. My nails were breaking skin, but I still couldn’t hold on tight enough.

I was drowning under sensations that were too wild to tame, and I wasn’t scared that they might take me completely under.

Christ, I can’t get enough, he grunted in my ear as his body slammed into mine, forcing the wall to shake with the impact of our tangled bodies. You’re so fucking tight.

My fingernails dug deeper into the hard muscles of his back, but I couldn’t bring myself to care if I left marks. I was holding on for dear life here. Even though he was holding me up without one hint of strain, I felt like I was on the verge of melting at his feet.

And this wasn’t even our first time.

The first time had happened three hours ago when our drunken laughter had morphed into something different. The first time had happened when that ‘something different’ had led me to follow him into his bedroom. The first time had been on his bed, him covering my body with his, and taking me deep and slow. It hadn’t been making love, but every thrust had been calculated, measured, deep, and painful.

And all I had done was spread my legs further and begged for more.

The second time was, again, on the bed, but this time, his body had been underneath mine as I rode him to completion.

The third time had been on my hands and knees, the bed sheets a tangle mess, his strong hands on my hips, as his powerful body crashed into mine with brutal thrusts that had been guaranteed to be the final time for me.

Until he had followed me into the shower.

The hard tile against my back did nothing to distract from the pleasure he was pulling from my body. The soreness I was feeling now, and would definitely be feeling tomorrow, wasn’t even registering as he grunted filthy things in my ear. I held on and kept begging for more because I knew I’d be done after this time. Even if I wanted to make this an all-nighter, my body couldn’t take much more. My body was new to this and it was demanding that I relent soon.

I also knew we would be done after this time.

He didn’t do girlfriends, and I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend.

Whatever that ‘something different’ that had passed between us earlier was, it wasn’t love at first sight. Hell, I wasn’t even sure it was like. I was fairly sure it had just been an underlying simmer of chemistry that had surfaced with the dangerous combination of alcohol, lust, heat, and curiosity.

Well, I wasn’t curious anymore.

The pressure started to build again, and I feared he was ruining me for other guys. Because there was no doubt that this night was going to be a hard act to follow in the future.

I held on tighter. Don’t stop, I demanded. I’m going to cum…don’t stop… His teeth latched onto the skin of my neck, and I knew there’d be another mark to add to the numerous ones he’s already left all over my body. Yes…

I came all over him again, not worried about what tomorrow would bring if anything.

Chapter 1

London~

It was the Friday before winter break, and I was seriously contemplating just skipping the day. It wasn’t as if skipping today would affect my grades or anything, so why not?

I sat in my Aston Martin DBS Superleggera Volante that my father had gifted me two years ago, and watched students making their way into the massive hallways of Blackstone Prep Academy. BPA was where the One Percent of the One Percent sent their children for high school. Living in Wakefield Community that was nestled within the city of Dayton, California, we were that elite offspring to the super wealthy. And Blackstone was so prestigious, people sent their kids from all over the nation to attend, and it was only high school.

Blackstone Prep was a massive monstrosity of teenage education, and even had an area designated as dorms for out-of-state students. The entire building was made of stone and mortar and was the perfect backdrop for any horror movie of your choice.

I