Page 9 of White Hole

“Oh, no. I don’t know him.” He was probably a dumb jock for the football team or studying geology. Likely spent all his time in the gym. Maybe even had a small ‘roids penis, and they just said he had a big dick as a joke.

Elle sauntered up and placed her hand on my shoulder without noticing Eric. “Hey! Barrett’s here. Over there, come on.” Sliding her hand into mine, she tugged me away from the bar. I gave Eric a small smile goodbye.

“Come find me later, after your shitty date.” One corner of his lips lifted into a smirk as I was pulled away.

Elle walked us over to one of the side tables in an alcove. My friends were sitting down at the table with some other guys there. “Barrett, this is my friend Kinsley.”

A man with baby-smooth skin, a soft jawline, delicate lips, and green eyes peered up at me behind round tortoiseshell glasses. He was even wearing the same houndstooth blazer. The drunk driver! It was him! He was real.

I waited for him to have some recognition of me, but his eyes wandered down my chest. “Heyyy, Kinsley. So nice to meet you.” Every syllable he spoke was slurred and his eye lids looked heavy.

“Barrett Grant? The mayor’s son?” I bit my lip trying to keep from screaming.

“Yeah, sweetie. That’s me. You wanna sit?” One of his palms opened, indicating his crotch.

“No. I want to know why you hit my car three years ago and drove away.”

Barrett narrowed his eyes and scanned my face, but there was still no acknowledgment there. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, but if you want me to hit you, I know a better place than your car.” He patted his lap as the vodka smell rolled off him like ocean waves.

Glancing around the table, everyone seemed to be confused staring at our exchange. I wasn’t sure how to handle the situation. He was going to deny anything ever happened. My friends looked at me with pity, and his friends seemed amused. Things were starting to get awkward as the tension between us intensified.

I decided to take him up on the offer, try to corner him, and get him to confess. Maybe he wouldn’t in front of his friends, but if I got him alone... Sliding into his lap, he pushed my hair to the side and nuzzled my neck. If I lit a match, his alcohol breath would ignite in flames.

“There now. Isn’t that more comfortable?”

Turning my face towards him, I whispered, “I think I’d be more comfortable if we could be alone.” I grabbed his hand that was snaked around my waist and stood, putting on a flirty smile. He smirked and followed me while his friends leered and laughed at his good luck.

Pulling him into the darkened hall near the restrooms, I pushed him against the wall and glared at him. Thrusting a finger in his face, I said, “I know who you are. I know what you did. Admit it. Admit you hit my car, you fucking bastard.”

Barrett sniggered, but something behind his eyes held a tiny fraction of the same terror from the night he gazed into my car window. “Lady, I don’t know what you’re on about. I just wanted to fuck.” Skinny fingers wrung around my neck. Tightening the grip, he flipped us around, so I was pressed against the wall instead of him. He thrust his erection into my belly and licked the side of my face.

“Ew! Stop that!” Sliding my hands up his chest, I shoved, but he wouldn’t budge. “Stop! Don’t!” Even though I thrashed with my legs, he sucked hard on my cheek, writhed his hips more firmly against my core.

Both of us paused when a booming bass vibrated the walls of the hall. “Get off her.”

Barrett barely twisted his head to say, “Fuck off, man.” But then, he was gone.

The massive titan I saw earlier had pulled the mayor’s son off my body by the collar of his blazer, holding him out of reach of me. Barrett tried to get away from the creature, but to no avail. I took the opportunity to run and dashed for the back exit.

CHAPTERTWO

GEORGE

The dwarf twistedunder my grasp as Snow White rushed out of the bar. Like a comic book villain, he bellowed, “Don’t you know who I am?”

“No.” I dropped him as soon as she was gone. He turned in a flash to look at me. Oh, wait, was that…

“Barrett Grant. Oh, hello. Who do we have here?” The twerp started laughing. “George Turner, Junior. Chief Turner’s son. Well, well. I’m sure he will be proud to hear about your arrest for assault.”

Clenching my jaw, I held my tongue. His green eyes relaxed as he smiled and brushed his fancy blazer back into place. Taking a step back, I leaned against the wall.

“Looks like you don’t want that kind of trouble. Smart man. It appears you understand me.” He pointed a finger towards the exit. “Now, tell your little girlfriend to back off, or she’ll cause us both unwanted attention.” I must have looked confused because he continued. “She’s not yours? Well… for both of our families’ sake, it’s best to keep it that way.” With the air of someone who would say the phrase “I have people for that”, he strode off back to his drink.

I wasn’t quite sure what he was implying, but knowing the Grants, I wanted to remain in the dark. Father’s dealings were too deep; I didn’t want to get involved. Tried to keep my nose clean and my head down, not say a word.

The twerp went towards the bar, and I headed out the way the princess did. The night was over; I didn’t need any more excitement. At least I hadSerenityto carry me home. I reached my black Ford F-150 and jumped in, cranking up the music. Being a member of TRZ had privileges, and the expansive garage at the manor was one of them. Only the best for my truck.

Not a fan of going out to the club, my shoulders eased their tension as I made my way to the safety of my room. Neptune was in opposition, and I wanted to catch the little blue light with my telescope before going to bed.

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