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“It is, yo. What other girl has long silver hair like that?”
“Fuck, man. She’s hot outside her uniform.”
“Those Ruthless Fuckers only let her wear those three colored uniforms, even on days where we get to wear what we want.”
“Of course they do. Fucking look at her. If she wore hot shit like that, half the male population wouldn’t be focusing on the blackboard.”
“Ugh, keep your voice down before they hear you!”
“Domino’s not with them. The other two aren’t going to do shit.”
It’scrazy how loud they’re talking, even with the banging music that pounds against the high ceiling walls. Truthfully, I don’t care about the shit they’re saying.
The buzz of alcohol in my system is making me extra relaxed tonight. I don’t remember the last time I drank, which is why I’ve been taking this glass of wine much slower than usual since it’s hitting far too fast.
That and I’m far too comfortable sitting between Zander and Ares on the couch in this VIP sector for sports athletes, gifted celebs, and rich mother fuckers.
Domino is somewhere, having come separately to the party since he was in a foul mood because we “abandoned” him or whatever.
Ares was part of the gifted celebs, which makes sense when you really elaborate on his modeling career. I guess I didn’t realize how famous he was outside school walls until this party, where every woman and a bunch of guys fought to be in the same space as him.
They didn’t back off until we got to the VIP area, where they didn’t have access to get any closer.
As for Zander, he was in the third category.
The rich mother fucker.
Clearly, everyone underestimates how high-class the Benedicts really are.Myself included.Warren hadn’t told me that 75% of the VIP Luxury Clubs, Houses, and Elite Venues were owned by the Benedicts. It was to the point where Zander’s mere presence ensured we were treated like real royals. If Zander told these maids and butlers to feed every scrap of exquisite food to us, they would do it in a heartbeat.
On their knees, praising us for existing.
It gave such a different perspective of each of them. I also wished some of our classmates were here to see how worthymy Ruthless Kings were in comparison to their waste-of-space asses.
Just remembering how Jeremy treated Zander today was bugging me after Ares had helped me pick the outfit I’m wearing. Zander brought it up—after admiring Ares’ craftmanship—and I didn’t hesitate to note I was still troubled by it.
Now, with some alcohol in my system, I was over it—for now—and more intrigued by how many continued to whisper about my appearance through the night.
Do I look that show-stopping?
My hair was in bountiful, loose curls that held loads of bounce. It was a different look than my usual straight hairstyle, which made me look ‘sinister,’ in my opinion.
Ares had tossed the idea of me wearing a black bralette and opted for a dark red crimson shade that reminded me of blood. I should have accepted that red was just the shade that complemented me, no matter what I wore, because that bralette that was frustrating me in the changing room looked like it was specifically made for my body.
Ares could easily drop the modeling gig and become a full-on fashion designer because he knows how to make you go from homeless bum to rich mafia wife with a snap of his gifted fingers.
God, those fingers are gifted in more areas than just picking fabrics that match one’s flesh.
The red bralette that held an underwire that lifted my breasts to give it a more voluptuous look, matched with the short leather skirt, dark red lace pantyhose, and various jewels from an array of high-end brands, including Cartier, made me look far from a slut. More like a sophisticated boss coming to this party to wind down for the night.
My attire had a black velvet blazer that sat on my shoulders, but after the first few drinks, I had no clue where I left it.Actually, no. I truthfully didn’t care, knowing Ares or Zander would ensure I didn’t lose it.
That was the big difference tonight, specifically.
Something unique clicked between the three of us.
I wouldn’t say it’s an alliance of the sort. In fact, I wouldn’t know how to label this brewing connection between us, but it’s noticeable. The shift of energy makes it seem like we’re a solid unit now and not just three different individuals trying to benefit from the other.
I’m pretty confident Zander noticed it when he arrived back at the mall to pick us up. Ares volunteered to drive us back, which was why I got to enjoy sitting on Zander’s lap, which led to more of a ‘pleasurable’ car ride with his taunting fingers.
