Page 61 of Prey

“Sure, boss,” he replied, moving away to organize the business, knowing I wouldn’t hear another word until the job was done.

I pulled away from the bar and clicked my fingers at Freddie. “Get them out of here before we’re open for business,” I pointed to the girls. Then, I gathered up my paperwork and walked upstairs to my office.

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Music pumped, vibrating through the floor under my boots, but all I could think of was her. One couple fucking in the corner, another girl on her knees by the TV sucking some dude’s cock, another girl wearing nothing but a thong dancing with a couple of guys, struggling to contain themselves. It stunk to high hell of cum and liquor, discarded condoms, and unrecognizable fluid spilled all over the floor.

But all I could think of was her.

On my left was a girl trying to grab my attention, and on my right was a girl sitting on a guy, fucking. Yet, all I could think about was her. I wished she was here, lips wrapped around mycock because no other girl pulled me under her spell like she did. Annika. Riley. Whatever.

I lit a joint, took a pull, and relaxed back on the couch, wondering why I came. Oh yeah, that’s right, because I lived here. In this fucking frat house. With deadbeats.

And Annika…I mean, Riley hadn’t replied to my messages. She disappeared midday, and I lost track of her as usual when she boarded the bus. I had yet to see her return. I parked down the road from Hallen Hall, expecting her to arrive home in time to go to work, but nothing.

“Let’s have a party to cheer you up,” was Callum’s idea.

I never said I was unhappy.

“Rark it up. Get us some pussy,” Shaun suggested.

Fine.

A stray hand ran down my thigh to my crotch, and I slapped it away. “If I wanted someone to scratch my balls, I’ll call you,” I hissed at her, and she got up and left me alone for two seconds before another girl who looked the same as she sat down. Jeez, is this a fucking rotating whore conveyer belt?

“Hi Gunner,” too cheerful for her own good, but that long elegant neck looked easy to snap.

The surname Kaiser sure attracted some pussy, but not the pussy I wanted, yet if I told the pussy I wanted, my surname was Kaiser, I might never see that pussy again. I pulled on the joint, then took a swig of my liquor, the cheap stuff, and considered heading into Savile. But Mikky and Ronan would send me home again if I came in high and morose. Morose and high.

Why the fuck was she not answering my messages? Has something happened to her? Maybe she got into an accident.

A girl stripped off an item of clothing with every shot poured down her throat. I took another drag of my joint as the girl took it from my fingers and took a pull.

“Do you wanna get a room?” she asked.

“Is your name Riley?” I snarled.

“Um, no,” she replied, handing back the joint.

“Then I’m not interested,” I snapped.

She fell quiet, and I hoped she’d just fucking leave. “I know a Riley,” she informed me. “Actually, I know two Riley’s. One is in my dorm, and the other is in one of my classes.”

“Which dorm?”

“Philip Hall,” she replied.

“Wrong Riley.”

She took my joint from my fingers and took a drag as her hand landed on my thigh. Fuck. If I wanted to fuck her, I would tell her. These women are tone fucking deaf.

“Then, of course, there’s the loser Riley,” she laughed. “With glasses. I heard she accused someone of breaking into her room. Apparently, it was all made up.”

It sounded as though we had the correct Riley, but why the fuck did she call her a loser. She’s gorgeous. Sweet. Pretty smile. “How do you know it was made up?”

Her body shook next to me from laughter. “The director told me.”

“Sounds like the director is the loser. It could’ve been a serious complaint, and you’re laughing about it.” The irony was that I ordered Shaun and Callum to break into her room, but this chick didn’t know that. Fuck, why was she hating on her? Riley wouldn’t touch a fly. Unless Riley was Annika, and that’s a different story.

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