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It’s a shame I’m going to destroy her innocence.
Snatch what I want and leave her to drown.
I’m a cruel man. There are a few things Olivia needs to keep in mind. I’m not like the other boys at Saintswood who treat a bitch to dinner and butter her up with compliments to get in her panties. I get in her panties no matter what. Compliments or no compliments. If she doesn’t want to give up her cherry, too fucking bad. I’m a heathen. A sadistic demonic force. What I want, I get.Every fucking time.
Rook eyes Olivia as she takes another sip of her drink. "You’ve turned me onto pumpkin spice lattes, little Olivia."
I nod. "Pumpkin spice isn’t anywhere near as bad as I thought."
Olivia bats her eyelashes at me. "Thank you."
I love how Olivia’s submitting to me and Rook. To transform into a Queen, you can’t try to do everything on your own. Fucking loser guys at parties. Trying to score good dick on Tinder. That shit’s easy. You have to let your Kings build you up.
Women hate when other women rise above the herd of gutter bitches. They get so jealous when someone like me or my friends single out a girl to lavish attention and praise on. Olivia has more self-respect than any of them because she’s putting herself out of her comfort zone. After what we did to her at that frat party when we assumed she was just another worthless Saintswood slut, that takes major ovaries.
Olivia outshines them. That’s why they’d call her names. They recognize her goodness, her purity, and want to tear her down.
I read about an experiment a scientist did at the turn of the century. Pulling a cart of crabs from the ocean, he placed them in a bucket and dangled fresh fish over them. The scent attracted the crabs and some tried to escape. Whenever one reached the top, the others would yank it back. They all could’ve escaped and feasted on the fish if they’d worked together, but they were too preoccupied with tearing one another down.
That’s what annoys the fuck out of me about bitches here at Saintswood. They gossip, fight each other, and hate on the bitches who command my attention. I wish they’d quit with all the bullshit drama and just suck some dick like the sluts they are. It’s not like any of them are going to go on to do great things. Only the nerdy ones are. Not the hot sluts. They’ll be used up old whores at the country club that no one wants to fuck.Besides Rook.
Rook rolls his eyes. "You’re just saying that to get in her pants."
I secure my grip on Olivia’s chin. "Like hell I am. Take your hateful speech somewhere else."
Olivia shakes off my hand and walks away from me and Rook. "Brock has a point. Guys always love to tease girls about what we like. If a girl likes Taylor Swift, guys make fun of her. Girls don't make fun of guys when they’re watching the same sports game for the hundredth time. They’re bullies."
Rook and I share a glance.This is too easy.
"I actually took my… niece to the Eras tour last month." I smirk, knowing damn well this will show me to be an excellent specimen of a man. What college student is so sweet to his niece?Never mind that I’m lying through my teeth.
Olivia shoots me a look. "No, you didn’t."
"Yes, I did."
"Show me a picture."
"I was too caught up in singing Taylor Swift songs. I didn’t pull out my phone."
"I bet your niece has a phone."
Rook steps forward. Every mammoth muscle is on display under his tight T-shirt. "Brock’s a liar. I’m the one who took my niece to Taylor Swift. She’s only five, but she knows every word toBad Guyby heart."
Olivia shakes her head. "That’s not Taylor Swift. That’s Billie Eilish."
"My favorite Taylor Swift song is the one where she drives past her ex-boyfriend’s house alone with all the red lights and stop signs everywhere," I say.
"That’s Olivia Rodrigo." She taps her foot on the ground. "You know, it’s better to just talk about sports or whatever if you don't know anything about what girls like. Pretending like you know the first thing about music isn’t working."
I nod at her pumpkin spice latte. "I support you no matter what you enjoy."
"Me, too." Rook’s gravelly voice has never been deeper.
Olivia’s cheeks flush pink. "You two are… something else."
"We’re your protectors, Olivia. Your keepers. We control you when we demand submission, but we support what you like. We’ll never insult you for your choices."
Olivia sips her drink. "If you’re so supportive, try my pumpkin spice latte again andactuallytell me you love it."
