Page 49 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

“Can’t say I blame her.” I glanced over my shoulder at the sea of bodies gyrating against one another on the dance floor. “Some fresh meat would be nice.”

“Or you could try staying with one person longer than a night and not run out of perspective?—”

“Wieners?” East said as he sidled up beside Preston.

“Seriously?” Preston chuckled. “Can we stop talking about meat? I’m getting hungry.”

“Careful,” East warned with a sly grin. “Daddy Filth isn’t here to feed you.”

“Jealous?”

“I am,” I admitted as I flagged down the bartender. “I’d let Archer feed me anything he wanted to. Even if I’m still holding a grudge.”

East screwed his nose up. “Not me. Men that age are too high-handed. They think they own you.”

Preston didn’t look at all upset by the comment. In fact, his smile grew smug.

“And that’s a problem because?” I asked.

“Because no one will ever own me.”

I snorted. “That’s because no one could afford you.”

“Exactly. So why even entertain the notion? It’s a pointless exercise, and I don’t believe in wasting my time. It’s valuable.”

“Could you be more of a snob?”

“Probably.” East looked at the bartender who’d just stopped in front of us. “Beluga Noble to our VIP, and don’t make me ask for top-offs.”

East looked back down the bar and arched a brow. “How’s that?”

Pretty fucking impressive, I had to admit, since a bottle of Beluga Noble ran at close to $10K. “Excessive?”

“So perfect, then.”

We headed back to our VIP lounge on the other side of the dance floor, and other club-goers automatically moved out of the way for us. That was nothing new—our group attracted attention wherever we went, which was why we were usually at the top of every invite list when it came to a new club, restaurant, or bar opening in New York.

If they wanted to get attention, have their place go viral, they made sure to get in touch with one of the Park Avenue Princes.

Did we like the name? Not at first. But as the years passed and the gossip magazines and online tabloids referred to us that way, it kind of stuck, and it was accurate. We all came from affluent families and we all lived on Park Avenue. Couldn’t fault the logic there, even if it was kind ofdouchey, as Caleb used to say.

Ugh, Caleb.At least he wouldn’t be here tonight. The last thing I needed was another night of cockblocking?—

I went still as my eyes landed on the VIP area, where the rest of our crowd was gathered.

What the hell was Caleb doing here?

I grabbed East by the elbow and jerked him to a stop. “Did you do this?”

He followed my gaze to the VIP. “Well, well, well. For someone who claims he doesn’t want anything to do with us, he makes a habit of showing up lately, doesn’t he?” East raised a brow as I dropped my hold on him. “I wonder why.”

“To drive me fucking crazy,” I muttered, clenching my fingers into a fist at my side.

“Seems he’s everywhere you are, doesn’t it? Here. At home. Sitting by you in class.”

In my goddamn head,I added.

“It’s an interesting choice.”

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