Darker – Chapter 8

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Last time on Darker…

When my eyes opened Jesse regarded me carefully, his own desire showing through his mask. "Relax." He purred as he caressed my cheek. "If it's too much..."

Shaking my head I smiled. "No babe, I want to...for us." I urged trying to catch my breath. "Just give me a moment."

"That's my girl." He beamed, placing a light kiss to my lips. After a minute or so I'd gained enough self control and gave Jesse an affirmative nod. Exiting his side he came around, opened my door and extended his hand to me. "Shall we?"

And now…

With his arm firmly around me we entered his parent's home and was directed to stand in line with other invited guests as several photographers from the media circuit waited to snap our photo for their various publications as well as for our optional purchase. After several poses Jesse was handed a numbered ticket so we could claim our souvenir afterwards. Heading for the ballroom it was elaborately decorated and filled with all sorts of people dressed to the nines and wearing all mannerisms of masks.

It felt unreal as though I'd stepped onto a movie set or attended the famous Broadway play known for a certain well known masked character where I expected the phantom himself to swoop down one of two spiral staircases and toss down his opera manuscript to the head of household.

Being the perfect hosts, the Swanson's greeted their company as they made their way around the room. When they finally reached us Janet, who looked eloquent in her champagne colored gown and matching Venetian mask pulled me into an unexpected embrace then spun me around and couldn't stop complimenting me while smiling at her son who rolled his eyes. Her husband, Jonathan looked sharp in his own traditional black tux and simple black mask, kissed me on the cheek then whispered something to Jesse while nodding and patted him on the back. As they moved on to their other guests Jesse grabbed a couple of champagne flutes from a server's tray who floated about the room.

"To an enchanted evening with the most beautiful woman I'm lucky to call my own." Jesse's toast made me blush as we clinked glasses and took a sip of our Dom Perignon.

Noticing the familiar faces, there were A-listers from both film and music being represented as well as athletes from around the world. I wasn't the star struck type however with all the celebrity eye candy in attendance I felt a little out of place and out of my comfort zone.

Jesse must have noticed my discomfort as he took the time and introduced me to a few celebrities and athletes he considered acquaintances then brought me over to business associates he'd known for years. As we mingled and wandered aimlessly around the room my champagne flute had miraculously stayed full as servers nonchalantly topped off glasses so any attempt to keep track of my consumption was fruitless.

"How are you feeling?" Jesse asked quietly, leaning in to me as I smirked back at him.

"Well...if you're referring to what's happening south of the border, your little friends are keeping my libido quite busy." My soft spoken response made him chuckle. "Let me put it another way," Whispering in his ear. "I'm so fucking horny that I want to ride you like a jockey on the home stretch who's about to win the triple crown." Jesse's lips parted as he let out a soft groan.

"Lucky horse." He teased, his expression dark and tone full of mischief. "Just let me know when I need to saddle up..."

Interrupting our inappropriate conversation, from across the room Jesse's sister squealed when she caught a glimpse of us then made a beeline for us as she politely nudged people out of her way. Zoe was a spitfire who wore a form fitting red gown and multi-colored mask that complimented her youth and vitality; she looked lovely and I made a point of telling her. Since connecting with Jesse's youngest sibling at their parent's anniversary dinner we had become friends, bonding over our appreciation of tattoos and now that I was committed to her brother, I looked forward to spending more time with the youngest Swanson.

"Beca? Is that really you?" Zoe asked as she took in my transformation.

"Yes! It is I." I responded cheerfully, clenching my pelvic muscles at the slightest movement that sent chills along my spine.

"Oh, my God! You. Look. Amazing. You've got to meet my friends. Jesse...I'm borrowing your date."

Before either of us had the chance to protest I was being dragged away and brought over to a group of young women. After brief introductions I'd already forgotten their names as Zoe enjoyed her moment in the spotlight.

"They (motioning to her friends) were convinced my brother was gay because they'd never seen him with a girl..."

Nope...definitely not gay...

"...but seeing you here with him just proves he was patient in finding the right woman, and he has excellent taste."

Could this be anymore awkward?

"Beca...is it? I just have a couple of questions for you." One of the girls decided to step up and challenge me. "How does someone like you land a billionaire like that?" The girl's tone was down right brusque as Zoe tried her best to censor her long time friend. "It must be his money. Are you a gold digger?" With her attempt to insult me a couple of the other girls tried to defend my honor.

"Meghan stop!" Zoe stepped in between us and turned towards me. "I'm so sorry, she's had a thing for my brother since we were kids. Please just ignore her, you have nothing to explain."

"It's okay Zoe, I want to." Perhaps it was the Oriental orgasm balls fondling me or the liquid courage migrating through my veins reducing my inhibitions, with my confidence at an all time high I smirked and closed the distance to the masked dirty blonde harlot wearing a shapeless baby puke green gown, and said something I thought in a million years would never say. "Actually Meghan, you've got it all wrong...I'm just using him for sex."

Shocked by my candor the skinny flat chested bimbo huffed and stormed off leaving Zoe and her friends in a fit of laughter.

"Actually...I think it's the other way around." The unmistakable voice of Jesse was heard as he came up from behind and wrapped his arms around me. "You're the one I can't keep my hands off of."

Zoe's jaw went slack as she saw a different side of her brother as he playfully nuzzled my neck and made me giggle. "And for the record Beca, you can use me for sex anytime."

Flushing crimson I smirked at Jesse and apologized to Zoe for our unusual public display of affection. With Jesse's recent declaration of love it was difficult to hide our affection for each other, and with the added feature of the magical marbles inside of me, the dull pleasurable ache they created was making it more difficult to control my impulses.

"Guys...didn't I tell you my brother's girlfriend was cool?" She continued to compliment me as I tried to hide my embarrassment behind my mask.

"Hey sis, did you know that Beca is a three time collegiate A Capella champion?"

Really? Did he have to go there?

"Jesse...it's not that big of a deal." He knew I hated being the center of attention as I tried to minimize the importance of the Bella's success. "Not everyone thinks making music with your mouth is cool."

"Are you kidding me?" He spun me around to face him. "It's one of the many things I love about you."

"The Barden Bellas...right?" We all turned around to find Meghan returning to the circle of friends. "Aren't you representing the U.S. at Worlds this year?"

Giving the humbled girl an affirmative nod I smiled warmly as my unspoken language forgave her little outburst. Smiling back she dropped the negative facade and joined the conversation. With all that's happened recently I didn't realize Worlds was coming up so soon.

"She's right." I said, turning my attention back to Jesse. "Chloe and Tom get back from their trip this week and then she and I are off to Copenhagen on Friday to meet up with the rest of the Bellas. We rehearse over the weekend and then compete a week from this Monday." Looking at Jesse he looked pained. "Babe...I'll only be gone for a week."

Pulling me away from the girls Jesse caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. "It's a week too long without you."

My heart melted at his words. "You can always come with me." I suggested quietly.

"Let's talk about it later." His voice was soft as he toyed with a curled tendril. "My father is about to start things off so we better get seated. Ladies...it's been a pleasure but I'm claiming my date back."

"It was nice meeting you all..." I waved to the girls as Jesse dragged me away.

Taking our seats at the head table with the Swanson clan I inhaled sharply that was audible enough to be heard. Biting my lower lip Jesse's eyes grew darker as I shifted one leg over the other and let out my breath.

"You alright?" He whispered placing his hand on my thigh. Turning towards him there was no need for words as I felt my cheeks heat up. The sight of my flush made him sigh.

Sitting on the other side of me Zoe annoyingly tapped my shoulder to get my attention. "Hey...do you think you can assist me with an auction later on?"

"Sure!" I squeaked. "I would be happy to help." Thinking nothing of it I agreed to assist the younger girl, then turned towards Jesse who was beaming at me. "What?"

"Nothing." He whispered just loud enough for my ears. "I just really love you."

"I know..." I replied softly and smiled. I would never get tired of hearing Jesse express himself as I held his hand in my lap. With his mother and both sets of grandparents observing us I felt a little self conscious and was thankful to be wearing a mask.

"So he's finally found someone. Took him long enough." Jesse's maternal grandmother spoke up to her daughter. "And so young and pretty."

"Yes mother, this is Rebeca Mitchell, Jesse's girlfriend. Rebeca, these are my parents Amelia and Kristoff Greyson." Janet continued with her introductions as Jesse protectively put his arm around me.

"I do hope she makes an honest man out of him and gives us great grandchildren before we leave this world. They're such an attractive couple and would make such beautiful babies. You know grandpa and I aren't getting any younger."

Having just taken a sip of his champagne Jesse sprayed himself as I tried desperately to hold back my laughter for more reasons than one.

"Mother! Please stop embarrassing the girl!" In my defense Janet interjected as I quickly looked away to conceal my blush and helped Jesse clean the splattered beverage. Jumping out of her seat Jesse's mom came over to me and knelt down for my ears only. "Beca...I'm so sorry, I should have warned you about my mother. She's a bit outspoken especially when she likes someone and apparently she approves of you."

Nodding my head I smiled warmly. "It's okay Janet, I have grandparents who are just as colorful. We'll all be there someday so we should just appreciate them for who they are while they still have their wits about them." My comment earned a hug as Janet returned to her seat.

"Grandmother as usual you manage to embarrass us with your filter free verbiage. Beca and I haven't gotten to that point in our relationship...yet." He stressed the last word. "However you will be one of the first to know when that happens."

"Fair enough Jesse, just don't keep us waiting too long."

"You heard her." I teased, going along with his grandmother while grinning at his discomfort. "None of us is getting any younger."

"Look you...don't encourage her!" Jesse joked pointing his index finger at me. "C'mere. I want to tell you something." As I leaned in closer Jesse cupped my jawline, placed a peck on my cheek and whispered in my ear. "You already know how I feel about you, but that's all I can manage right now."

"I know that babe and don't worry, I feel the same way. I'm just trying to make an old woman happy."

"You make us all happy." He admitted, bringing my knuckles to his lips. "You don't even understand how important you are to me."

"Actually, I think I'm beginning too..."

As the family matriarch stood behind the podium Jonathan Swanson quieted the room and transformed himself into the perfect master of ceremonies.

"My lovely wife and I would like to welcome you to our home and to our annual charity ball as we bring attention to a growing problem in the world...bullying. As you may know Love is Louder is a project of The Jed Foundation to support anyone feeling mistreated, misunderstood or alone. Here to speak more of this cause is our good friend and co-founder of the movement, Ms. Brittany Snow."

Standing up we clapped while the petite blonde in a blue gown and mask took center stage. Brittany had to be in her mid to late twenties as she confidentially spoke more about her movement.

"A special thank you to the Swanson's for hosting this beautiful event and to all of you who have helped our voice reach millions of people who no longer feel as though they're alone. So give yourselves a hand for making a simple concept into a reality." As she paused to acknowledge us we applauded ourselves then quieted down so she can continue her speech.

"It's hundreds of thousands of people just like yourselves who have come together to spread the message that love and support are louder than any internal or external voice that brings us down. As we work towards stopping issues like bullying, negative self-image and discrimination that lead to depression; we strengthen our abilities to cope with hard times, focusing on the positive and reach out for help should it ever be needed. At this time we ask that you open your hearts and your wallets to help us continue our efforts and make a difference."

As she finished her speech she was given a standing ovation and then we were treated to an elaborate sit down dinner consisting of filet mignon, lobster tails and an unlimited amount of alcoholic beverages.

Note to self...go easy on the liquid courage...

The meal was delicious as I managed to polish off the majority of it due to being famished with all the extra curricular activities lately, and Jesse couldn't be more pleased to see that my appetite had returned with a vengeance.

If I had to guess there were a few hundred guests present who seemed to be having the time of their lives. What I discovered that night was that the Swanson's were very generous and well known in Los Angeles; they also knew how to throw a party.

With Brittany and her boyfriend joining us for cocktails afterwards we were introduced to some of their friends then took selfies that were posted immediately on her Instagram and Twitter accounts. Holding our hands up with 'love is louder' written on our palms spread throughout the ballroom as celebrities mimicked our actions and took their own selfies to display on various social media sites.

As the evening went on we were encouraged to take our seats again as the auction part of the evening was underway.

With a caller hired directly from A&E's Storage Wars we were instructed to bid on several donated items that included lifetime salon services from 'Indulge', annual theater passes, VIP season tickets for local sports teams as well as various vacation packages. The amount of money people were willing to spend was out of this world however, with all proceeds going to charity it was all good. With an idea popping into my head, I decided if you can't beat them...join them.

As the auctioneer moved on to a weekend retreat in Lake Tahoe, the cabin was owned by the Swansons and large enough to accommodate six comfortably. The opening bid was for five thousand but quickly escalated to ten. As the trip was about to be awarded to the highest bidder at twenty my pulse quickened and heart pounded out of my chest as I slowly raised my hand and word vomited.

"Twenty-five thousand!"

Jesse's neck whiplashed as his mouth fell open. Biting my lower lip I tried to keep myself from giggling nervously as all eyes were on me.

"Going once...going twice...gone! Sold to the young lady in platinum for twenty-five thousand dollars...congratulations!"

Jesse leaned in and whispered for my ears only. "What the hell are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I'm blending in with you rich and shameless." My snark made his eyes roll. "Do you really think that shit box of mine was worth that much?"

Shaking his head in disbelief Jesse couldn't keep a straight face once he understood the reasoning behind my actions. "You know you could have said something to me earlier."

"True, but this was way more fun." I teased, biting my lip on purpose this time. "You're reaction alone was worth it."

With his jaw set, Jesse looked perturbed at what I'd done. "I don't know whether to worship the ground you walk on or spank the living shit out of you."

"I'll take option number two please." Before my brain could register it, the words had fallen from my lips. "Don't you miss it?"

Jesse's lips parted with puzzlement. As he was about to speak, Zoe interrupted us. "C'mon Beca...it's time."

"Time for what?"

"Our auction...look, they're waiting for us."

Looking at the stage were several young women. At first I didn't know what was going on, then realized we were being auctioned to the highest bidder.

Holy hell! I may have to murder the youngest Swanson.

I was beyond mortified as I cast a look of despair to Jesse who unsuccessfully tried to hold back his amusement.

"You better fucking win." I threatened quietly and pressed my lips to his then slowly got up and followed his sister to the stage. Not realizing the attention my actions had brought to us, it was the first time anyone had seen Jesse with a date as he remained seated with a radiant smile on his face.

There were ten of us standing around and I was lucky enough to be number seven. Zoe was number six and leaned in closer to me. "Do you hate me?" She asked with reservation, whispering to my ear spike.

"No but I'm already plotting my revenge so you'd be wise to sleep with one eye open from now on." My empty threat made us both chuckle. "If your brother knows what's best for him-."

"-do you really think he'd let anyone outbid him and win a dance with you?" She interrupted. "Look at him...he's completely smitten. Something's changed between you two since the last time we were all together, you guys are like all lovey dovey."

"Um...we're sort of living together. Jesse told your mom this afternoon. It literally just happened."

"Oh, my God! You guys are like totally serious. That explains why he can't keep his eyes off of you."

The feeling was mutual...

"Yeah, um...that would be his stalker tendencies kicking in." I joked to the younger girl as we laughed. With the Chinese torture balls rubbing me I closed my eyes and let out a small groan that caught Zoe's attention.

"Are you feeling okay?" She asked as I could only nod my head and give her a half smile. It was getting to the point where I was either going to spontaneously combust in front of L.A.'s elite or Jesse needed to take me in private and give me my happy ending. Either way I was becoming more desperate by the minute.

"I'm fine...it's these shoes. They're killing me." I lied as my insides were literally about to erupt on their own. She acknowledged me with sympathy then changed the subject.

"You know it's quite funny that this family supports an anti-bullying campaign when Jesse was nothing but a bully himself."

What? This is new...

"Seriously?" I couldn't believe it. "When was this?"

"He never told you?"

"No...he didn't. He's told me other things about his less than stellar childhood but nothing about being a bully. Tell me more."

And she did...

As the first dance auction was underway, biographies of each female were read out loud with the bidding commencing immediately afterwards. Ignoring the first few auctions Zoe sang like a parakeet as she told me the story of how her brother was a brute during his teenage years as he preyed on the weak by picking fights during and after school. He'd been suspended often for his abusive antics and finally got expelled from high school which prompted him to take his proficiency exam. She said his rebellious behavior only last a few years until one day he made a turn about face and became more in control of his actions and focused on his studies when enrolled in college.

It explained how he changed after the child molester got her claws into him at the tender age of fifteen. Jesse had previously told me they'd met when he was hired to landscape her property and was lured into her dark world through seduction, taking advantage of his sexual awakening as it craved whatever attention it could get. Where the attention received initially had a positive effect on him it also backfired as he was pulled into deviance as he was forced to submit to her for several years. He'd learned everything there was to know about sex through this woman who later showed him the ropes of being a stone cold dominant who took pleasure in forcing his will over the women who agreed to the terms of his contract. While the experience made him a tremendous lover, the man knew nothing about love until he met me.

"It's almost my turn." She squealed as she distracted me from my deep thoughts. "Are you nervous?"

Scrunching my nose I shook my head to show her my confidence however on the inside I wanted to bury my head in the sand.

It felt like project runway as each of us had to strut our stuff on the raised platform, model our gowns and masks while flaunting ourselves to the rowdy men of the room. I couldn't believe I was part of this and feared I wouldn't be worth the opening bid.

It was Zoe's turn to strut her stuff. She was introduced as the youngest Swanson who attended UCLA as an international business major. Further described as being five foot four, age twenty and a natural brunette with brown eyes, she was a zumba enthusiasts who enjoyed shopping and international travel. Zoe was a ball of energy who exuded the Swanson confidence that always impressed me as she owned the stage, flipping her hair and played into the whoops and hollers of the gentlemen crowding the floor beneath her. Shaking my head at the ridiculousness of it all, I crossed my arms in front of me while Jesse and I exchanged smirks from across the room.

"Do I hear anymore bids for the lovely Ms. Swanson?" When there were no more bids the caller continued. "Going once...going twice...sold to the young man in the red mask for one hundred thousand dollars."

"One hundred thousand?" I mumbled to myself and looked over at Zoe. "Nice."

"Thanks." She grinned and nudged me forward. "It's your turn...good luck."

Taking a deep breath I stepped forward and put my hands on my hips. There would be no flaunting or twirling about, at this point I was fortunate enough to just be standing. The auctioneer read off my biography and I was grateful to be hiding behind a mask.

"Here we have the lovely Ms. Rebeca Mitchell. A recent graduate 'with honors' from Barden University with a degree in Music Production and Engineering. Not only is this one beautiful and intelligent, she's got a set of pipes for she's a three time collegiate A Cappella champion. At five feet two she's a natural brunette with blue eyes who enjoys all types of music. So let's give her a round of applause and open up bidding at one thousand."

Damn! I sounded pretty good...

I was stunned when several men congregated before me as I took a defensive step back while Jesse sat in his seat and observed the attention I was receiving. With the bidding war hitting one hundred thousand I looked over at Zoe who was smiling so bright, the enamel on her teeth was blinding me. Then the unthinkable happened.

"Two hundred thousand!" Came from a man with salt and pepper curly hair wearing a shiny solid gold drama mask that covered the majority of his face. The room quieted down as he stepped forward and looked back at Jesse who had slowly risen from his seat and was now approaching the stage. The remaining men observed the challenge with respect as they split down the center like Moses and the Red Sea.

"Two hundred and fifty thousand." Jesse announced calmly as he stood next to his nemesis.

"Three hundred thousand." Was heard from the shorter man who faced his contender.

Who the hell was this dude? I thought to myself as I looked between the two men.

As silence filled the room Jesse smiled in appreciation at his competitor then nodded slowly. "One...million...dollars." The room permeated with gasps as the older gentleman put his hands up in defeat and walked away while Jesse stood directly below me with a look of hunger I'd never seen. With my lips parted I felt myself literally catch on fire.

"OKAY...WOW!" The auctioneer broke the silence. "Do we have any more bids for the lovely Ms. Mitchell?"

You could hear the crickets...

It was as though we were the only people in the room as our eyes remained locked. With the faint sound of my auction coming to an end, I smiled as Jesse held out his hand and helped me off the stage. I'd never felt so desired and was beyond aroused by his display of power.

"Let's go for a walk."

"Uh Huh." Was all I could say as his arm wrapped around my waist while we walked passed the stunned guests, made our way outside the ballroom, up the spiral staircase and entered the last door on the left.

As soon as we were in his childhood bedroom Jesse body slammed me against the shut door and crushed his lips to mine. Moaning into the kiss I couldn't hold back my lust as my fingers weaved through his hair. We wanted each other so badly we carelessly bumped into furniture, knocking over models he'd built over the years, various trophies he'd won as an adolescent and framed family photographs of generations of Swanson's that toppled over and went crashing to the ground. Reaching into the bodice of my gown Jesse freed my breasts and sucked in a stiffened nipple into his mouth while squeezing the other. Alternating between the two he gnawed on them until I was panting so hard I felt my essence ooze down my legs.

"Turn around." It came out as an order but I didn't care as he unzipped my gown and helped me out of it as he draped the garment over a reclining chair so it wouldn't get wrinkled. Jesse groaned as he took in the sight of me wearing nothing more than a black garter belt, smokey colored thigh highs, a barely there g-string and come fuck me stilettos. Noticing how wet I'd become he let out a sigh, knelt down to rid me of my drenched g-string and gently retracted the balls that nearly had me release. Holding them up by its string he inhaled my scent and looked as though he'd found the holy grail.

"Jesse!" I was almost in tears as relief was becoming vital to my survival. " I need you. Please!" I begged to be put out of my misery. Standing up Jesse began to remove his mask. "No. Leave it on." I breathed and helped him remove his tuxedo jacket and tie. Unsnapping his shirt my fingers went right for his dark chest hair with my lips attached to his neck as he moaned under my touch. Since our shower Jesse's hard limit of touching had diminished and now he encouraged me to explore him as much as I wanted to, which I did...and loved.

Wasting no time, I quickly undid his belt and dress slacks, reached inside his briefs and gripped his throbbing erection which made him gasp. Dropping to my knees I pulled him out and took him deep into my mouth, savoring his taste as he moaned so loudly it was probably heard down the hall. Taking a foil packet from his pocket he ripped it open with his teeth and handed it me so I could roll it onto his length.

"I know what you need, baby. This is going to be hard and fast." Bringing me to my feet I was spun around so I was facing away, and before I could do or say anything I was bent over and taken from behind.

It was rough and gentle at the same time, and I cherished every moment of it as I grunted out with each thrust as he withdrew completely and slammed himself deep into my core. Having the ben wa balls inside made me extremely sensitive and I knew it wouldn't take much more to orgasm.

As his thrusts became more deliberate, he kneaded my breast with one hand and caressed my ass with the other while he pile drove into me. Matching his rhythm I pushed back and felt myself get lost in the moment as I tingled all over and felt the familiar intense build up originating from my center. Grabbing the corners of his furniture, I braced myself and came hard with a strangled cry.

With a few more thrusts Jesse stilled himself, draped his body over mine and let out a long drawn out groan as he emptied his warm seed into my depths. With my body responding to his release I exploded around him again and again until he was milked dry. It felt so raw, but it was exactly what we both needed as we slowly came down from heaven. After several more minutes of recovery he slowly pulled out, spun me around and embraced me while disposing his condom into a wastebasket.

"Fuck Beca! Will I ever get enough of you?"

Grinning from ear to ear I shook my head and pressed my lips to his. "My libido thanks you and so do I."

We held on to each other, kissing passionately until the tremors of our climax had fully receded. Finding humor in our animalistic behavior we laughed and began to get dressed so we could return to the party before anyone realized we were missing.

Leaving the bedroom I encouraged Jesse to go back downstairs as I excused myself to the nearest bathroom to straighten myself from our recent tryst. Smiling into a kiss he went on his merry way while I tended to things. After a few minutes of ridding myself of any evidence I left the restroom and ran into Zoe.

"Where have you been?" She asked, looking at me suspiciously and then came to a conclusion. "You guys totally just had sex."

"What? Don't be ridiculous! We just went for a walk and needed some fresh air." Yes it was a lie but what was I supposed to say?

"Beca...I wasn't born yesterday. You're flushed all over and my brother's hair, well...it's a mess."

Oh no! His just fucked hair...

It was pointless to deny it any longer. The girl wasn't going to let it go and I needed to get back downstairs. Letting all the air out of my lungs I caved in.

"Okay fine...you caught us red handed. Just don't tell anyone else." I finally admitted the truth to the Zoe who stood before me grinning. "Where is that brother of yours?"

"Downstairs getting teased by our grandparents while father is playing bartender, making his delicious but deadly lemon drops. I thought you might like to try one."

"Deadly huh?" I retorted, giving her a smirk as I took the glass from her and sipped the cocktail. "Mmm...it's delicious. Are you sure there's alcohol in here?" She chuckled as she took a sip from her own glass.

"You should be very careful with John's cocktails. I know from experience that loss of inhibitions and time usually accompany his concoctions." The warning came from an older woman I didn't recognize. "Zoe...would you mind leaving us, I'd like to speak with our friend...alone."

"Of course not Mrs. Feinberger." Jesse's sister acknowledged the other woman and gave me a look of concern. "Beca I'll be downstairs." Giving my friend a quick nod I took another sip of my lemon drop then redirected my attention to the mysterious woman before me who was wearing a black gown and elaborate mask of gold and silver that covered her hair and most of her face.

"So...you're Rebeca Mitchell." She merely stated as she looked me over conspicuously. "I've heard so much about you that I was hoping we'd finally get a chance to chat."

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but...have we met?" I asked defensively.

"No we haven't officially, but you've heard of me from a mutual friend." The more she spoke the more I realized who it was. Removing her mask it confirmed my suspicions. "I believe you've referred to me as...Mrs. Robinson."

Holy shit!

A/N: Things are about to really heat up as Jesse's past continues to haunt them and test Beca's love. A special thanks to all of your amazing comments and reviews which inspire me to keep writing.

Love Is Louder is a real movement co-founded by Brittany Snow.