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“No.” I shook my head. “I have pictures of her, us, and…I know where she is, what she is up to if that ever becomes a question he wants to be answered, but…no. Don’t bring her up. I probably need to brief the rest of the house. Everyone knows about him, but…yeah, I didn’t really lay out all the rest. The dorm room wasn’t a place I wanted him to visit, and halfway through our freshman year, they moved Tituss and me into the frat house. Didn’t want him visiting that place either. This. For a weekend, especially our house and those guys, yeah. Everyone can behave.”
“Maybe Tituss can play him some music.” She glared at the door again.
I snickered. “Maybe.”
“What do you want from me tonight?” she asked point-blank.
I smiled and said, “Honestly?” She nodded. “Nothing. I just wanted to dig at him a bit, and it was a perfect opportunity. You’re right though, you are right here, so…” I pulled my shirt up, and as I moved to position myself in that bed, I said, “You know the spot.”
Chapter Thirteen
Harpy
I wanted to strangle both of them. First, what the actual fuck was Tituss doing if he had a fiancé? It wasn’t that long ago he was in my bed telling me he loved me, and he had some girl sending him custom fucking music instruments. When the hell did he start playing guitar?
And this one. This motherfucker wanted me to be here to cook breakfast for his kid this weekend. I didn’t remember a babysitting clause in that contract. I pushed in the spot he needed the relief from, and he let out a sound that almost distracted me from my irritation. It was easy to be distracted by both of them. To forget they had lives going on without me. That I was the hired help. My plan to manipulate them into making my life easier was not exactly going to happen in the short term.
I could reasonably see that now. No one else in this house gave me the time of day other than polite conversation and avoidance. We each had our own rooms at the Bunny House, so I didn’t really have to communicate with anyone there. I ate here or in the cafeteria because I had a meal card. Once I was tired of taking my aggression out on his back, I asked, “Can I go to my room now?”
He nodded, yawned. “Yup.”
I got up and headed out of his room, frustrated and unfulfilled because, in the past week, it had been schoolwork, housekeeping, meal prepping for the entire fucking house, and massages for the two jerks that never ever offered to rub a damn thing on my body for relief or pleasure.
I was about to go, then remembered I needed to check to make sure we had granola bars for next week. This is how I found Tituss in the kitchen pouring a glass of water. He looked at me, and his brow went up. He said, “Hi.”
I snarled at him and went to the cabinet to check. Yup. We needed those. “Just making sure I have everything on the list for shopping.” I realized then I would need to check with Dane for what that kid would eat other than breakfast. “Do you know Dane’s son?”
Tituss’s eyebrow went up, and he nodded. “What do you know about him?”
“That he is coming this weekend for a visit, so everyone will need to be on their best behavior. At least at this house. I need to add some kid-friendly food to the list. I…he’s probably asleep by now.” I pulled out my phone and sent the text. I had to get this tomorrow, so I needed that information before I was out of classes.
“I thought you were staying with him tonight.” Tituss looked at me.
“And I thought you wouldn’t be the kind of guy to cheat but—”
“Hey.” He had put the glad down and now he blocked my exit. “I’m not cheating. She is not my fiancé. She’s who they want me to be with. I didn’t ask her to marry me, Harpy. She assumes like everybody else in my life that I would be lucky to have her.” He made me look at him and said, “She knows that even though I was acquitted, it doesn’t stop them from posting that I will live in whatever neighborhood we move to if someone finds out or just wants to do that. There are the ones that have to report because they are, in fact, guilty, and there are guys like me, us. The ones who didn’t sexually assault someone but still have to deal with people believing we did and got off because we were athletes. Like any of us got out of that shit unscathed. They lost their scholarships, and even if I didn’t need them, so did I. None of us got to go to the colleges we wanted to and—”
“I cannot keep listening to this.” I put my hand up to stop him. Was all that my fault? No. I didn’t make them the victims. I couldn’t help it that society was on my side automatically. I didn’t accuse them. I tried to tell everyone that I did it all willingly. That I loved him.
“And I’ll have to for the rest of my life.” He shrugged. “So. You can see, my family thinks she is perfect for me, and she thinks she is too because our parents are in business together. She’s not the worst.”
That hurt like hell, so I frowned up at him. I was so pissed. “I—”
I was going to say I was ready to leave, but Tituss leaned in and kissed me. I needed that for some unknown reason, and though my brain was reeling against it, I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly. He pulled back and said, “But she’s not the best, either. You are. You always will be, but I can’t marry you, Harpy. You know this, and you know why.”
I hated those words. I wanted to make him take them back. He leaned in again, and this time, his hands moved to my ass, and he pulled me closer and then walked me backward to the wall. We were in the kitchen. Any one of the brothers could decide now was a great time to get a drink or a snack. Lots of them had the mini-fridges in their rooms, but plenty did not. There were two industrial-size refrigerators in this kitchen. Two stoves, two dishwashers. It was legit set up to do what it was doing, feeding a mini-army at times.
I wasn’t allowed to wear a bra, so when his hand went up my shirt, fingers played with my nipple, I sighed with relief. I needed this. Him. He knew it, too. The hand slid down and into the band of my shorts. I did wear underwear, but they had sent me to the salon to get waxed. I really hated that experience because it hurt like hell, but I was theirs to play with, and if it meant getting some sexual relief, I didn’t mind the game.
I gasped as he pushed two fingers up and inside of me. He whispered, “Shhh. You’re so wet, ready. You want me to fuck you right here, don’t you?”
I nodded. No point denying it.
He continued. His breath a warm caress to my ear. “You know we might get caught. You like that idea, don’t you?”
My hips moved to cause more friction, force against his movements, and I gasped, nodded, breathed out, “Yes.”
“You want me to make you cum?” he asked. I nodded. I was so close. So fucking close. He slid his fingers out of me and said in a normal tone, “Add some of those chips I like, will ya?”
