Page 139 of His Big Bad Stick

I walk right by her, knowing I’ve just crushed her heart and soul and ruined her night.

Sucks to be her.

I keep pushing and end up in what is the dining room.

I see Abrielle… it’s definitely her.

I grab her left hand and spin her around.

Her eyes open wide.

“Hey,” she says.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I growl.

“Partying.”

“No. You’re not. Get the fuck out of here, kitten.”

“Make me.”

I curl my lip at her.

“Go ahead, Colver. Make me. What the hell does any of it matter? I’m gone anyway, right? You get your mansion back to yourself. You and your cheating, scumbag of a father.”

Abrielle backs up, bumps into someone, and then turns to apologize.

It’s fucking Chad she’s walked into.

He hands her a blue cup and then whispers something to her that makes her laugh.

I walk away.

Truthfully, I’m looking for Taylor.

Fuck everything.

She wants me? Fine. Let’s get fucking going here. The house is big enough. Or better yet, we can sneak out and go back to my house.

I’ll fuck Taylor right in Abrielle’s bed. And leave the mess behind too.

All I want now is to pound as many red cups as I can but I have to drive. I’m not staying here for the night. Fuck that.

Partying is fun but I never linger.

The hockey team has a beer pong game going against the baseball team.

They want me to join.

I can’t believe how annoyed I am right now.

I walk out the back door and stand outside.

There’s a group of people drinking and smoking.

Cigarettes and weed fill the air, along with drunken laughter.

I feel a hand touch my back.

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