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Though, I would say it was more of a convenience tomethat I didn’t fuck with her. I really didn’t give a damn what her dumbass father thought—I was just too lazy to deal with his alpha male “I’m a senator, blah blah” bullshit.
Harper Avery had it coming. She’d wanted me for years, but she knew she wasn’t woman enough to handle me. I wouldn’t be a whipped dog like the rest of the assholes she had sucking her ass on a daily basis.
I told her last year she was free to make the choice, but I’d break her just like everyone else.
The doorbell rang, and I motioned to the DJ to get the music started. It was just after 9:00 PM, and people piled through the door in their pajamas. It wasn’t unusual for about two hundred people to show up, and about half that showed up right at the start while the rest trickled in. It was always a good time.
I greeted a few people I cared to speak to and ignored anyone else who tried to speak to me. Asher always made fun of me because he couldn’t understand why I threw parties when I hated people so much. Honestly, I just liked to people watch. These dumb assholes didn’t know half the stupid crap they did when they were drunk.
But I did.
If I could get it on camera, that was even better.
I wasn’t above using it for leverage when needed. Most of the time it was a cheating boyfriend or girlfriend. Sometimes it was someone who pissed me off. Sometimes it was as simple as I didn’t have the time for some dumb assignment, and I needed a paper written. These people were my pawns, and they knew that when they showed. It was kind of like the silent deal they made when they walked through the door.
They accepted the invite to one of Damian Wolfe’s parties,andthey accepted any of the consequences that came with it.
I made my way over to the bar and grabbed a cup before helping myself to one of the chilled kegs. Asher and Trent walked over, and I set two more cups on the bar.
“Looks like a good turnout,” Trent said as he reached for the cup. He poured himself a beer and took a big drink.
“Try to hold your liquor this time, lightweight,” I said before taking a drink.
“Oh, shutup,” Trent said. “It’s a fucking party dude. Speaking of which, the pajama party theme was a great idea. Look how many half-naked girls are running around here,” he said.
I looked around, appreciating exactly that. There were some wearing lacy nighties, some wearing a football jersey shirt with boy short panties, some with a men’s long-sleeve white button-up shirt and panties, and even a few in short-shorts and a tank top or sports bra.
It was beautiful.
“Just wait until they get a few drinks in and decide to hit the pool,” I said.
There was an infinity pool out back that spanned from one end of the house to the other. The sides were clear, and when you were in the basement, you could see people swimming. It was amazing. Definitely a lot of fun. For my birthday this year, I hired some girls to swim while we threw a party downstairs. With the pool lit up, it was sexy.
“Anyone wanna take bets on who the first fight will be?” Michael said as he walked up.
Asher laughed. “Probably one of you idiots. Usually is.”
“Hey! I’m on my best behavior tonight. I’m on the lookout for a lackey this year. I had to retire the one I had last year,” Michael said, looking around. “The end of summer party is always prime real estate. Everyone gets twice as shitfaced, and they mess up twice as bad. Plus, timing’s great. You get them thewholeyear.”
“Looking for someone to blackmail, eh?” I said, taking another drink.
He nodded. “Yeah. I gotta find just the right kid, though. You get one that’s too scared, they eventually crack under the pressure and rat you out. Usually to a friend who’s not a chickenshit whowilltell someone important.”
“Eh, same thing if you get one too strong-willed,” Trent said. “I made that mistake last year. Damn near got suspended.”
I shook my head. “Amateurs.” I looked around for the perfect target. It didn’t take long. “There.” I pointed over by the snack table to a guy from the golf team. His father was some rich dick banker. Fucked over a lot of people for his fortune. “Chad.” I always said his name with a snotty asshole accent, the same one I imagined his father speaking with. Just like I imagined him with khaki shorts, a white polo, and a dusty pink cardigan tied around his shoulders.
It amused me.
Especially since Chad wasn’t very far from that very description, so I assumed he picked it up from Daddy.
“Why him?” Michael asked.
I sighed and put my arm around his shoulder. “You see, I knowpersonallyjust how good of a bitch he can be. Last year, his billion-dollar trust fund baby girlfriend thought he cheated on her at one of my parties. She’s a goodie two shoes who wouldneverbe allowed to step foot in my parties. Oh, no-no-no.Daddywould never allow it.”
Asher stepped forward; his arms crossed over his chest. “Yeah, so Chad declares open season at every one of them like a fucking moron. Last year at the Halloween party, that jackass hooks up with a sophomore. Some new girl from New York. Damian got it all on video.”
“Mmmhmm.” I smiled triumphantly. “Kelly came to me and asked me about it, knowing I would jump at the chance to destroydear old Chad, but I covered for him, and she believed it. He asked me why, and I showed him the video. He was my bitch for the entire rest of the year. Trust me… he’s your guy.”
