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Sin Society

"He skates one arm up my back, placing his firm grip at my nape and pulling me into a kiss. I'm not usually huge on public displays, but I can't help myself, melting into him completely. He turns his head slightly, moving to deepen the kiss and I open my mouth to him. A small moan escapes me which he deftly swallows. I feel his other hand creeping up my front as his fingertips slip below my bikini top and heat explodes deep within me. If I weren't already in a hot tub I would undoubtedly be wet at the contact." Genvieve Dubois has built a new life for herself. After moving away from the toxicity of tinsel town to start college to become an investigative reporter, she finds success in the true crime world - which proves helpful as tragedy strikes when her sister is brutally attacked while attending Windsor University back in Hollywood. Gen moves back home, going undercover to crack the mystery of what happened to her sister, but runs into some unexpected secrets buried within the lore of Windsor University's High Society. One of those secrets quickly becomes; who exactly is Lexington Wells? Blue-eyed bad boy and all-around campus heartthrob. What exactly does he want with Genvieve? Can Gen crack the case before she's exposed?

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Sin Thirty-Three

The world comes back into focus slowly the next morning when I open my eyes. It starts out as blobs of color dulled by low light. Blinking rapidly I work to clear the sleep from my eyes. I try to reach up to rub my face but my arms feel heavy like they're weighed down by a wet blanket.

"Hey, hey, stop." Lex's voice cuts through the density in the air. I open my mouth to respond to him but my mouth is dry and rough, like sandpaper.

"Water," I say, my eyes focusing further to see that I'm lying in my dorm room. Jade and Brooklyn are both sitting on Jade's bed looking on with concern etching their features. I eagerly gulp down the water Lex hands me before he takes it from my hands.

"Not too much."

"What's going on?" I ask, searching my mind for my last memory but coming up empty-handed. My memories feel tangled and smudged. I'm unable to see the picture clearly no matter how hard I try.