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He left me there in that room. That beautiful, ripped right off of my dream bedroom board on Pinterest, and set up in this frat like it was my home, bedroom. I went to the bed and pulled at a pillow. I collapsed there and cried into it. I had locked myself in a new cage, but it was so beautiful. All of it. And…it was mine.
Several weeks later…
Dane and Tituss had been possessive in a way that was both amazing and disturbing. I looked at the grade and sighed. I was getting an A in frat house housekeeping and management, but a C in algebra. I looked at the phone and sent them a text telling the truth.
Harpy: I need to study.
They whined a bit, but in the end, they probably needed to study just as bad as I did, only no one would put me on probation if my grades slipped. I might lose my scholarship, but then again, with every improvement to the quality of life around the compound, the more likely they would make one up to keep me. I had the mixer happening this weekend, and I was less than thrilled to host those bitches, but thanks to the brawl, we had enough money to cater it, which meant the Bunnies had the night off. I would not subject them to it, but…I had nowhere else to go, so I would be right here.
A knock at my door, and I looked at the book and sighed, “It’s open.”
“I saw your light on.” Apollo. I closed my eyes. “You’re usually next door by now. Everything okay?”
This guy made me want to bite his face and tear it off. I turned and looked at him in just his towel and considered maybe I just wanted to bite his face. Not tear it off. “Algebra.”
“Ah.” He looked at the seat, the big comfy one that I could sit in and read the shelf filled with books if I ever allowed myself the time to do that. “May I?”
“You’re showered, so—”
He had closed my door as he entered. He held up his hands and said, “No smokes either.”
“No calculator to be found unless you have it in your prison pocket.” I was looking at my book again, so when I looked over at his scowling face, I asked, “What?”
“Why would you say that?” he asked as he took his seat, all graceful like he was the king of…well, he was the king of this kingdom. Just unofficially crowned. I had learned that by living next door to him and occasionally hearing conversations, he probably didn’t want anyone else hearing. It was his morning shower that fucked me up, though. Every morning he jerked off in that shower, and I was there to hear it. He just didn’t know that.
I shrugged. “You’re just in a towel.” I rolled my eyes, “I was also possibly—” I held up my phone, and he reached for it, took it, looked at the screen.
“Holy shit.” He blinked. “Which one is this?”
“Title is right there.” I tilted my head.
He laughed. He had such a great laugh when it was a real one. “No title, but I am tempted to—”
I got up and moved over to see what he saw and snatched the phone. “Oh my God!”
“Which one? I gotta know.” He tried to look as I tried not to drool and also respond back with a request for a warning next time.
“Why? You want to fight me for dick-sucking privileges?” I snarled at him, and he really laughed.
“Maybe. Shit. I don’t know. I’ve never really considered it, but that it’s almost as nice as mine.” He was such an arrogant asshole. “Girls love a good crown, gets a nice pop sound.” He made a pop sound, and I hated that it made me think of all the times I made that sound on that particular cock. He must have read it in my expression because he said, “Tituss. Ah yes. That one is well and truly fucked by you.”
“Excuse me?” I looked at the arrogant asshole sitting in my reading chair. “I need to study.”
“I can actually help with that.” He tilted his head. “But back to the first distraction. What was I supposed to see instead of the head of his cock over the band of his underwear?”
I flushed and said, “I listen to audiobooks when I’m working. It’s a thriller and…never mind. A prison pocket is—”
“I know what it is. No. I have nothing shoved up my ass at the moment.” He smiled and said, “Despite the fact that I occasionally enjoy a little something extra now and then. Learned it from a female intern. Excellent exam.”
I turned away from him because he was messing me up. I sucked in a breath and turned back and admitted, “Well, if you need something shoved up your ass, I’d be happy to oblige you. My foot should fit quite nicely.”
“Took you a minute to come up with that?” he winked. I gritted my teeth. “Hmm. Guess the jocks aren’t as adventurous. They haven’t been to Paris since puberty though, so.” He shrugged.
I was intrigued but not interested. Mainly, because I was interested. He had that look about him, but he was blushing, so part of me was wondering if he was telling the truth or if he was just trying to seem…I tilted my head. Was it possible this bad boy was not a playboy, too? Then I knew he was lying because he used a line from a book I had recently read. Apollo. Shocking. Excellent exam indeed. I’d be sure to examine him properly if I ever broke down and did something with him.
Having enough of that information to work with in the future, I asked, “What can you do for my algebra situation other than prolong my ability to study?”
“You learn faster when you have incentives.” He looked at the bookshelf. Pulled a book off of it. “Let’s make a wager?”
