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“Shit!” Chase grunts, squeezing his cock hard before the camera flips to his face. “I’m sorry, babe. I completely forgot that we’re on chore duty. I don’t want to leave you hanging, but Hunter will make me scrub the toilets by myself next time if I don’t get downstairs.”

“That’s okay. You can call me later. These will be waiting for you.” I give myself another pinch.

“Fuck. They’re so perfect.” He bites down on his fist. “I’ll be calling as soon as I’m done. Love you, babe.”

“Love you, too.”

CHAPTER 21

Chase

Frat Rules #3: Stay out of the president’s business.

Iflip open the box again, making sure the sparkling diamond is still sitting on its little blue cushion, safe and sound. The ring is already burning a hole in my pocket, and I have three more days until I see my girl. I’ve got the entire thing planned out. Friday, we’re going to dinner with Matt and his girlfriend and then we have the Halloween party afterwards, so I won’t propose that night. But Saturday, I’m going to order room service at the hotel and then spend the day in bed taking care of my girl. And when the time is right, I’m going to ask her to marry me.

I shut the box and tuck it back into its hiding place. It’s time to go down and grab some dinner. The place is already looking like a haunted house. The walls are lined with cobwebs and “beware” signs. Spooky animated figures that go off at all hoursof the day are tucked in every corner. The place is almost ready for the party.

I pass by Hunter’s room, seeing the sock on his handle. I should pound on his door and return the favor for interrupting me the other day. But in order to stay in the asshole’s favor, I keep walking.

“Sorry,” I say, nearly stumbling into someone as I enter the gathering room. “Oh, hey, Cara!” The fuck? If Hunter’s girlfriend is standing before me, then who the hell is he messing around with in his room?

“Hey, Chase.” She smiles.

“You here for Hunter?” The question is an obvious one, but I’m still trying to figure out what’s going on. Maybe he broke up with the girl and the news hadn’t had a chance to get to me yet. It wouldn’t surprise me. These guys go through girls fast.

“Yes, but he’s not expecting me. I stopped by the Halloween store and just wanted to swing by and show him the costume I got for the party.”

Shit. No. I’d say he’s definitely not expecting her.

“Oh, okay.” If I didn’t want to get my balls chopped off, I’d send her on up to Hunter’s room. But it will only come back to bite me in the ass. “He’s up in Jasper’s room. I’ll run and grab him and let him know you’re here.”

“Thanks.” She smiles and goes to take a seat on the couch. I run back up to Hunter’s room, hearing him still going at it with some random girl.

“Oh, that’s it. Right there. Suck it harder, Hunter.”

I pound hard on the door, wanting to pound the shit out of his face for being such a jackass toward women.

“You see the fucking sock on the door?” he shouts. “That means I’m busy.”

“Thought you’d like to know that your girlfriend is downstairs waiting for you.” Now, whoever he’s in there withknows that the guy is already taken. “But I can send her up if you’d prefer?”

I hear a scrambling, and an irritated grumble from the girl he’s in there with. A minute later, he’s walking out, looking flustered and sporting a major hard-on. I’m not too upset about interrupting him. I had a brutal case of blue balls the other day after his interruption.

“You tell anyone about this, Chase, and I will fucking tell that girlfriend of yours you went on a date with Stella.”

And here I was doing him a favor by not ratting him out, but now he’s fucking blackmailing me. He’s not going to get the pleasure of taking me down, because I’m planning on telling Ruby as soon as she gets here. I can’t live with the secret anymore. And when I make her my wife, I don’t want anything between us.

CHAPTER 22

Ruby

College Lesson #4: Frat guys suck.

My heart melts as soon as I see him. His big smile lighting up his face. A giant bouquet of roses in his hand. He even wore my favorite black shirt. The one that hugs his muscles perfectly. My stomach flutters wildly as I practically run and jump into his arms.

Our mouths come crashing together and everything is forgotten. The thousands of travelers fade into the background as our tongues reunite. It’s been two and a half months, and the absence is definitely felt between my legs. When someone comments for us to get a room, Chase finally puts me down.

“Sorry,” he smiles down at me. “I couldn’t help myself.”

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