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The bet. That damned bet to see who would fuck her first.
Well, that was clearly over now.
My gut twisted in a knot as jealousy took over. They got to her first. They both fucked her.
At the same time!
Shit!
I looked at the phone again feeling a deep sense of betrayal.
“Damn, Deacon. Why rub it in by sending me these photos?”
No. It wasn’t like Deacon to do such a thing. What could have possibly gotten into him.
I flipped to the last photo and noticed the message beneath it.
Miss you, it read.
“Miss me? What the bloody fuck is this?”
Now I was certain that something was up. I had to go back to SAU to find out what was going on.
Chapter7
Brook
Wearing a silver white gown with a high neckline but a completely bare back, I sauntered down to the living room where I knew Deacon and Bishop were discussing important fraternity matters.
It seemed to be their major occupation these days. They were always in private conversations, whispering and shutting up the moment someone approached them.
I knew they were concerned about the House of Saints… and smiled.
As I took the last step down the stairs and turned to the living room, I could see them; Deacon in the armchair and Bishop in the nearby sofa. Deep in conversation, their heads nearly bumping together, they didn’t hear the clip clip of my silver sandals as I came up to them.
“Ahem,” I let out, clearing my throat for attention.
They simultaneously looked up, their eyes registering annoyance at being disturbed, quickly replaced with joy and then hunger as they took in the sight of me.
“Brook,” Bishop gushed, his cheeks already turning a flaming shade of red. “And where are you going all dressed up like that?”
“You like?” I said, turning to show them the daring back of the dress.
“Stunning,” Bishop said. “Positively stunning.”
Deacon looked at me with appreciation but said nothing.
“So,” Bishop said. “What’s the occasion?”
“The Winter Ball. Word on campus is that it’s just over a week away, so I started going through my closet to see if I have anything appropriate.” I twirled around for them. “So, what do you think?”
“Like I said, stunning.” Bishop shot a side glance to Deacon.
“It’s perfect for the ball,” Deacon said, his tone flat. “Classy and just slutty enough.”
“Good,” I said, satisfied. I sat down on the ottoman in front of them. “And what are you two up to? You look so serious.”
Bishop looked down to the floor while Deacon sank back into his chair with a heavy sigh.
