Page 110 of Vicious Little Games

After a little social media research that I learned from Cole, I determined that James Singletary is the wealthiest of the crew. He’s the president and CEO of some software company and loves to show off all his foreign sports cars on social media.

“Oh, um, I have a tee time with my father-in-law,” Norman Lopez replies, which sucks. But then he says, “For the Sigma Chi boys and Vegas I could probably get out of it.”

Eli strolls into the office in his stuffy suit and glares at me sitting behind Daddy’s desk in his chair.

“Great. That would be so amazing! As I mentioned, all expenses will be paid, your airfare and your hotel room are on me, that's how desperate I am to fix this mistake.”

“Well, how could I turn down that kind of offer? Tell James I'll see him Friday.”

“Thank you so much. Have a good week and I'll email you the itinerary with flight information soon.”

As soon as I end the call Eli barks out a laugh. “Now you just have to do that whole spiel how many more times?”

Leaning back in relief that my plan worked for at least one man, I tell him, “Nineteen. That was just the first one.” I really should’ve called James Singletary first since I’m claiming it’s his event. It would be suspicious as hell if he’s not in attendance.

“And how exactly are you planning to get their DNA from these men once they’re here? Ask them to please open wide?”

Wincing, I admit, “I don't know yet. That's going to be the tricky part. But first we need to get them here. We can figure that out later.”

“And even once you have all their DNA, they may not be a match for Cole's father,” he points out.

“One of them hopefully will be.”

“Why can’t you just ask Vanessa to narrow down the list?”

“Because she can't remember,” I tell him. “She slept with several guys in the frat in a short amount of time.” Holding up the legal pad with the list of names and numbers, I tell him, “These are the ones that were members of the fraternity that fall, nine months before Cole was born.”

“Well, good luck and let me know if you need me to hold them down for you to swab their mouths,” he says when he shoves his hands in the pockets of his slacks and turns to leave.

“You would really do that for me?” I ask him.

“Restraining unsuspecting people is one of my favorite pleasures,” he replies.

“Of course, it is,” I mutter with a smirk.

Cole

The week running Dante’s businesses with Cass flies by. I finally bought me a few suits on Dante’s credit card. They’re not tailor made, but I look pretty damn good in them.

And whenever Cass and I aren’t dealing with emergencies, we’re fucking.

Any and all surfaces of the penthouse have been used since Cass apparently doesn’t care about the patrolling guards seeing us and telling Dante.

There’s been at least two occasions when we’ve been caught in the act by them.

Not that either of us cared enough to stop.

And of course, we had to go back to the pool and finish what we started there.

“Now…I’m glad I didn’t…drown you…that day,” Cass says as she rests her soaking wet head on my shoulder after our second round in the warm water.

I’m still buried inside of her bareback as we hold each other and recover, since condoms have been long forgotten. We haven’t used any of the annoying rubbers since the first time we fucked which makes things easier. I don’t have to keep a stash on me or stop in the middle of things heating up to roll the tight, desensitizing bastards on.

Being in Cass is heaven and I never want to wear a condom again. But I will, with anyone other than Cass.

Not that I want anyone else.

As if thinking the same thing, Cass mumbles without lifting her head, “Don’t make another video.”

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