The Dynasty Demolition Project

MORGAN'S POV

I woke up to the sound of two people making ferocious love!

My eyes pried open slowly and carefully as if scared that the dim light of the room would make me go blind.

I tried to sit up, to move my hand to touch the area of my head that hurt like hell, but my hand movement was restrained by the agonizing pain that shot up my arm to my brain.

"Glad to see that you didn't die after almost killing me."

Despite the pain I felt in my limbs, I still managed to turn at the sound of that unknown voice. The sound of the violent intercourse came from their direction. The person's face was shrouded in the darkness and only their hand that was hovering over a table top could be seen and that was only because of the light that was emitted by their screen. The air smelt flowery but it was mixed with the acrid smell of antiseptic.

"I have never seen anyone fall a hundred and twenty feet, land on a bounce house, fly out of said bounce house twenty feet in the air and land on an unsuspecting passerby without so much as breaking a single bone. Do you know how lucky you are?"

"Are you watching porn?" I asked while sitting up fully now. I don't know if it was the tinnitus I was experiencing or the fact that I was disoriented, but his accent sounded different. Almost English.

"It may seem like that, but I assure you it isn't."

It was most definitely a British accent.

His face came into view then when he approached me with two mugs. The aroma that emanated from it was heavenly.

"I'm guessing you were the unsuspecting passerby?" I asked.

"I on the other hand got a twig passed through my thigh, my shoulder blade almost cut my arm off and I have a permanent ringing in my ears now. Cheers!" He clinked our mugs together and took a sip of his drink.

I assessed him then. He was leaning to his right, his left thigh obviously battered and bruised if the bloodied bandage that was wrapped around it was anything to go by. His shoulder, however, looked fine and except for the bruises I could barely even see around his right eye, there didn't seem to be a thing wrong with him.

"Your shoulder looks fine," I pointed out and then sipped my tea. It was horrible despite what the smell of it promised.

"I'm not one to whine about broken things." He sat down beside me, the sex sounds still very audible coming from his speakers. It was like he couldn't hear it with the way he ignored it and carried a little flash light and pointed it in my eye.

"You don't seem to have a concussion."

"What are you? A doctor?" My eyes now ached alongside my head.

"The son of two successful doctors can be referred to as a doctor, right? Guilty by association, that sort of thing."

"I'm sorry, why are you watching porn in front of a guest? Are you a pervert?"

"Like I said, it's not porn. Then again, it isn't not porn. I'm pretty sure when he was recording it, he had intentions of using it later on. And you're not a guest. More like a patient." My rescuer said 'he' like he knew the person who was in the video. Since he was unconcerned about the loud and overly exaggerated moans, I decided to not be concerned about them too.

The room I was in was dimly lit. The guy beside me noticed how hard I tried to see in the dark and did me a favor by turning on the lights.

"I'm sorry. I'm used to being in darkness."

I didn't know what I thought he looked like, but I was not prepared for the kind of face he actually had.

Large, expressive but slightly downturned eyes stared back at me, while his full, well-shaped pink lips curved slightly upwards in a smirk. The mug from earlier was being held in the hand with a tattoo sleeve so colorful and mesmerizing that I couldn't help but stare at it for thirty seconds before realizing that I was almost drooling. His eyebrows rose slightly in mischief, and the piercing on his eyebrow moved alongside with it.

"You don't have a lot of people with tattoos and piercings up in Briarwood, do you?"

His question caught me off-guard. Up until that moment, I had just assumed that he must have been someone remotely close to my school. His statement confirmed that he didn't attend Briarwood Academy.

"The kids at my school aren't really into things that make their milky skin or amazing tan look pale in comparison. Plus, none of them can handle the pain of piercing. They all wear clip-ons."

Including me, sadly, but I didn't add that. He chuckled and dropped the mug on the table then approached me. His heavy duty, black boots echoed with each step he took on the marble floors.

I tried to distract myself from looking at his pretty face by recalling what happened to me. I remembered being at the boys' tower and then going to the balcony to hide when Orion and the new girl, Chloe came in. I remembered seeing Gigi lose her shit right before she flung me to my death. I remembered being suspended in mid air and falling, not knowing if I should be terrified of dying or embrace it with open arms. I shuddered at that thought.

"It's fascinating." When I turned to face my savior, he was looking at me with such intensity in his hazel eyes that I felt my heart move in an abnormal rhythm. He was way too close for comfort.

"What is? Your intense fondness for aggressive sex?"

"How you survived that fall. You landed on a bouncy house that wasn't even fully inflated and you didn't just sink right to the bottom of it. Instead, you bounced back into mid air and then landed on me while still not sustaining any injuries. Amazing!"

"It's not a bouncy house," I responded dryly as I scrambled to find my things. Every part of my body felt like it was being passed through a furnace, but I kept moving. I wondered what time it was and if our dorm mistress had figured out I was missing already. "It's called Love and it's made with heavy-duty, reinforced vinyl that our school's principal decided was better to have than let students skip classes just to look for empty classrooms and teacher-lounges to hookup. Have you seen my phone?" My arm didn't let me get free roam of the bed I was lying in.

He stood up from where he was sitting and went over to what I assumed was the closet. A few seconds later, he emerged with my uniform jacket. My phone wasn't in it.

"So, you fell in love? The irony." I wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but he was already talking again.

"I heard that the principal of Briarwood Academy was a little loose, but I didn't expect that he'll actually go as far as creating a space specifically designed for students to have sex. He sounds like a creep to me. I bet you, there are cameras in that shit."

"For someone who is literally watching an X-rated film, you do sound a lot judgmental." He didn't say anything, but continued to stare at me like he was trying to see into my soul. It was a little disconcerting to be subjected to such scrutiny, so I cleared my throat and looked around.

"Am I in a hospital?"

The room I was in did have the makings of a VIP hospital room – an adjustable memory foam hospital bed, the fancy EKG machine by my bed, a large flat-screen smart TV with a Bose sound system and a six-persons dinning table and a minibar. Even with all the hospital equipment in it, it still didn't seem like one.

"You're in a patient room, just not in a hospital. Welcome to my house." His smile warmed my insides. Or was that just the nausea speaking to me?

"How on earth did you manage to get me out of school without security catching you? And why didn't you take me to a proper hospital? What if there was something wrong with me and you didn't know?"

"One, it wasn't easy, I'll tell you that, especially since my thigh felt like it was being stabbed by a hot knife over and over again while I carried you. Two, this is as good as a 'proper hospital'. My parents created this space and they are doctors so… And three, I personally checked your scans and there was nothing abnormal with it. Hopefully," he added as an afterthought and I scowled. "Now." He grabbed his phone and pulled the chair beside my bed closer and leaned into me.

"What is your take on loyalty?"

I didn't know if I should take him seriously or think him a mad man. He did look serious though and the intensity of his eyes made me squirm. The sound from his phone was louder in my ears as it was so close to me now, but I didn't dare complain about it.

"Uhm…I guess…I think…"

"You see, I know that people at that school of yours don't really fancy real loyalty and just do things for each other because they believe they'll get something out of it. But I have a feeling that you'll be different, Morgan Kaelson. So, I ask again, what is your take on loyalty?"

I started to freak out as to why he knew my name, but then I remembered that my picture was on almost every major billboard in the state and my name was scattered across the internet like a virus. Still, he freaked me out a lot and I was never freaked out by anyone.

"I think loyalty should be consistent but not suffocating."

He didn't say anything at first, but just kept looking at me like I was some kind of medieval vase. Then his lips broke out into a smile, and I swear it was the most beautiful depiction of a smile I had ever seen in my life.

"I agree with you one hundred percent." He leaned back on his chair, giving me room to breathe and get my bearings. "I think loyalty should be consistent but not suffocating. But I also have this belief – it's a flaw really – that blind loyalty should be a thing. The 'not suffocating' part is always hard for me because while I agree that control is inhuman and not the best way to show someone you love them, blind loyalty is just a major way of showing someone how much you care for them and respect them and are willing to go the extra mile for them, no matter what."

His phone was turned right and the video was started from the beginning. The screen was right in front of me then, but I was unable to pay it any heed. My eyes were focused on the leather-clad, tattooed, handsome stranger who had a weird fetish for viewing porn with strangers in the room.

"I also strongly believe that no matter how terrible one thinks the sex is, if they cannot cope with their partner that way, it's best to break up rather than cheat. Do you agree with me on this, Morgan?"

His eyes had grown cold and vicious then. I still didn't want to look at his phone screen, but he wiggled it right in front of me and I could no longer ignore the moans emanating from it.

My breath caught in my throat when I slowly turned my head and saw the image of a familiar face caught up in a weird, uncomfortable-looking position with another familiar face. The two of them seemed to be in their own world, their naked bodies entangling and their moans clashing with each other's. I had always suspected that Orion wasn't loyal to me and that he was having sex with other people, but as stupid as it may seem, I didn't expect my suspicions to be true, neither did I ever think he'd ever be involved with someone from the same school as we.

My mouth hung open as the sting of his betrayal settled within me. I recalled when he asked his father to make our engagement possible when he turned sixteen. I recalled how happy he was to be accepted to be the future son-in-law to the owner of Novaric and how excited he was to be marrying me. I never wanted to be with Orion, but my parents thought it a great idea, and he seemed way too pleased with the union that I just went along with it. And the thanks I get for making his dreams come true is a video of him having sex with a scholarship girl posted all over the internet for everyone to see!

Angry tears were brimming in my eyes and my teeth were grinding in fury. I grabbed his phone and flung it across the room and screamed till my throat hurt.

"I like that you're angry." I faced him angrily, my chest rising and falling as I contemplated whether I should pour my anger out on him for showing me that video or I should just storm out of his stupid hospital-not-hospital-room.

His face was stoic, but there was a little bit of rage and mischief gleaming in his eyes that I couldn't help but be interested in what he had to say.

"I need you to be angry for this to work out." He leaned in closer, and this time around, he was directly in my face, the distance between us almost nonexistent. "Tell me, Morgan Kaelson, what are the different ways that your boyfriend can be killed without us going to jail for it?"