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The Secret Society
Chapter 3
EPOV
Tanya droned on and on and fucking on………
“So what do you think?” Tanya called, fuck!
“You weren’t listening where you?” She snapped at me.
“I tried, but then you said more than two fucking words and I shut down”
“Damn it Edward, were getting married in eight months, wont you take anything seriously?” I pulled her to me and kissed her forehead followed by hugging her tightly.
“Baby you really need to calm down, you’re stressing yourself out, Alice will make sure everything is perfect on the day, all I want is for you to walk down that isle”
Tanya pulled her head from my neck and looked up at me with that award winning smile.
“And to say ‘I do’” I quickly got in there.
“Edward like I could ever refuse you anything” Tanya pointed out and yes that was in fact true.
A close friend of mine told me two years back about a secret society, he made it sound exciting how it would do wonders for mine and Tanya’s sex life, I didn’t quite think that could have at all been possible, sex with Tanya was amazing.
Well I just looked at her and quite nearly explode.
I spoke about it with Tanya and I signed the document without reading the facts, I thought it was some tantric sex class, something we could have a laugh at, but when we both discovered what it was we fled, they found us a few days later but us both having rich and powerful parents they give us one more chance, they laid it bare to us, next time we would be disposed of, you do not leave the society…..
You DO NOT leave the society.
And so we had it, once a week we have to go perform sexual acts on other people, the whole time I picture only Tanya and Tanya tells me she thinks of only me, if this was something we had to continue doing then so be it.
We knew once Tanya became pregnant that was our ‘get out of jail card’ so to speak, they don’t accept pregnant couples into the group and if you can keep your mouth shut for nine months, then they are assured that you will not repeat anything to anyone and are free to go, unless you want to return – I can only imagine middle ages, bald ugly men would do that.


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