Page 104 of The Bro-code

When it comes to making people do my bidding I learned from the best.

My Nana is the sweetest, gentlest lady you’ll ever meet and yet she will have the entire family do what she says without one single complaint.

How?

The power of breakfast.

Bring any asshole something cheesy and greasy—especially after a night partying—and they’ll eat from the palm of your hand.

So when I park in Ryker’s apartment complex right off campus, there’s a bag from Joe’s Shack dangling from my fingers.

I look around the tidy, well maintained apartment complex that caters mostly to students and faculty who prefer to live away from campus.

I was in the athletic department dorms my first two years, before I was eligible to move into the Gamma house last year as a junior.

The thought of living off campus never even occurred to me. The frat house was the place to be, where the party never ends and the bunnies are always welcome.

Last year I had a ball. Not only did we win the championship, that was definitely the highlight of the year. But even for someone like me, who never had a problem getting laid, pussy was offered to me on a silver platter. To the point, I had to turn girls down.

I thought life couldn’t get any better and the idea of slowing down never even occurred to me.

As long as I don’t make promises I don’t intend to keep and I use protection every time, what’s wrong with having some fun?

That was all true until that kiss.

Bay Woods got under my skin in a way I never thought possible. And that was before I got to see her naked. Before I got to feel her perfect little pussy with nothing between us.

Just the memory of the way she felt yesterday in the locker room shower gives me a semi.

I stop in front of Ryker’s door, and exhale a shuddering breath trying to pull myself together.

I’m glad Bay is happy to rebound with me in exchange for good luck bjs. My obsession with her was starting to get concerning and like this, I can fuck Bay out of my system and then we can stay friends. Because, like I said to Cole, Bay is really cool. She’s funny, kind and sensitive and really smart. Anyone would be crazy not to want her around.

I knock on Ryker’s door after ringing the doorbell twice doesn’t result in any noise that signals movement inside the apartment.

It’s one of those quiet doorbells that can be heard inside but don’t make a sound when someone presses them from the outside.

I roll my eyes, frustrated. Ryker has always slept like the dead. I used to have to practically kick his door down at boarding school to make sure he wouldn’t be late to practice.

Another knock seems to finally cause some kind of stir. I hear noises of stuff being knocked around and falling over and I wait.

Finally, the front door opens just enough to see a sliver of one of my oldest friends standing behind it.

“Jagger?” he asks with a yawn. “What are you doing here?”

I show him the bag. “I got us breakfast and I was hoping you and I could talk for a second? There’s coffee too.”

The door opens completely and Ryker steps aside to let me in.

His apartment is neat and tidy, the furniture pretty high end for student accommodation. I’m not surprised though because Ryker definitely isn’t hurting for money. His family is as affluent if not more than mine.

“Do you still take your coffee black, no sugar?” I ask, as I’m ushered into the living room and offered a seat on his dark brown leather couch.

“I sure do,” he nods, his voice still gravelly from sleep. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, Grandpa,” I snort. “Only old people drink black coffee.”

We’ve had this argument countless times when we went to school together and it sounds like nothing has changed since we were high school seniors.

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