Page 93 of Pure Vengeance

CHAPTER EIGHT

Noah

I snort the line of coke from my desk and then go back to my painting. I’m as high as a kite, but I’m not in the least perplexed. I hear Abigail snort her line, then she lies down on my bed. “How long do I have to be here for?”

“As long as they think we’re having sex,” I mumble as I focus on my artwork.

I rub my nose and then paint again. The naked form. Such a beautiful thing, male or female. Though I obviously prefer male, I do female often to keep up the pretense.

I don’t normally do coke on a school night, I leave it for weekends and parties, but I need to get this project done on time, and thanks to that fucktwat Adrian, I’m behind.

At least I won’t be disturbed while my frat brothers think I’m fucking Abigail.

We’ve left a porno playing in the background for the sound effects. Abigail lies on my bed, playing on her phone.

I blend the paint to get the perfect skin color, and my mind drifts to my stepbrother. I still can’t believe we’d actually reached a point where we actually fucked.

“Your brother messaged me today,” Abigail says casually.

“Sorry?” I look at her, confused.

“Your brother Ace, he messaged me today. Asked me to meet him. He says he’ll offer me more money if I tell the truth. So you’re going to either offer me double or I’m going to go with him.” She smirks at me.

I frown. “Don’t forget who elevates your social status,” I say. “I’m a legacy student.”

Abigail inclines her head. “Don’t worry, I’ll take an extra fifty dollars and call it even. Especially since you pay for the coke.”

I frown and grab my wallet, taking out fifty and tossing it to her. “There.”

I pause the porno. “Get out and make it believable.”

She tousles her hair and pulls her bra strap down before she walks out. What a fucking whore. What a bitch. I fucking loathe her, and if I didn’t need her, I’d toss her to the side.

I can’t have her revealing my secret, though. What was Adrian playing at? Trying to out me like that was fucking dog. I prepare another line and snort it through the rolled-up note from my wallet.

It goes straight to my head. I text Adrian and tell him to come over.

I don’t expect him to listen to me. Especially since he seems determined to bring me down. But I need to speak to him.

I get a text back.

On my way.

I tidy up and hide the coke, tucking it back into my wallet. I check my nose in the mirror and take off my shirt, tossing it in the hamper. I feel so fucking hot. Like I’m in a furnace.

That backdrop though, I can do without. I like the backdrop for Khat, but coke is a different drug altogether.

There’s a knock at my door, and Richard opens it. “Your brother is here.”

“Let him in, I called him,” I say.

Richard steps aside, and Adrian walks in. Richard shuts the door. I lock it and glare at Adrian. “Sit down, you dumb fuck.”

“If you called me here just to insult me, I’ll fucking leave,” Adrian retorts. Oh, he’s gotten brave.

“Why did you message Abigail?” I ask. “What’s your deal?”

“If I knew she’d be a little snitch, I wouldn’t have messaged her and would’ve contacted one of the others you’re paying. Oh wait, I contacted them all.”

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