Page 93 of Ruthless Legacy

I turn my attention to the girl who blurted that out, and ask, “Why? What makes her a slut?”

“She-she… She just is. If she’s giving blow jobs in public, that’s slutty behavior.”

Holden cocks his head to the side, taking her in. I know exactly what he’s thinking. “What would that make the guy she was blowing? Or what if the roles were reversed, and the guy was going down on her in public?”

She stutters, “N-nothing, it wouldn’t make him anything.”

Holden’s thumbs fly across his phone. He’s distracted as he asks, “Would she still be a slut?”

“Well, yeah…”

He nods, and hums, “Interesting.”

I know that tone. I’m not at all surprised when phones start going off around the table, or at what I find on my phone screen.

“You were saying?” Finn purrs, twisting his phone around, looking at it from different angles. “Instead of criticizing and name calling Thea, you should probably ask her for pointers. Your head game is atrocious.”

The girl’s turning red, but he continues to mock her. “Oh god, did you even use your tongue? This shit’s just dry and painful to look at. My balls are literally shriveling up from fright. I think I’d rather get kicked in the nuts by a horse than have you do whatever the hell this is.”

He grabs Eloise’s hands, bringing it to his crotch. She snatches her hand away. “What are you doing, Finn?”

He rolls his eyes at her. “Isn’t it obvious? My dick is scared. You need to give it soothing pats, letting it know it’ll be okay.”

Eloise huffs, “That’s not funny.”

“Who’s joking? You run around here yellingmy matchthis, andmy matchthat. When the fuck are you gonna start acting like it?” He shoves her hand away, causing her to bump into Brad.

Finn turns away from her to addresses the table. “Let’s be clear on something. Being matched to someone isn’t just a little footnote to add to your signature or society resumé. If you’re matched, that means you swore an oath of agreement and compliance. You acknowledged that it’s up to the man you’re matched with to decide how they want you to meet those expectations. If that means a handy at the lunch table or a quickie behind the library, that’s what you’re expected to do.”

He stares down his nose at Eloise. “Your little chastity vow doesn’t mean shit to me. I wasn’t touching you before the vow. Your uptight ass was always telling me no, and I grew accustomed to getting my dick wet elsewhere.” He grips her chin, forcing her to look at him. “You’re not servicing me, and you don’t get a vote on who does. Is thatclear?”

She nods, sniffling as a tear slips free.

I go back to eating my food, ignoring her when she looks my way. She gets no sympathy from me. I’m trying to mend my own fences with my friends.

Chapter41

Thea

Ilove what the makeup artist came up with. My face is painted white with black-rimmed eyes like some kind of gothic skeleton clown on one side, and edgy with a smoky eye on the other. There’s a jagged line segmenting the two halves of my face as if the skin on the skeletal side was ripped off.

LJ’s on the other side of the room, talking to some of her line sisters. She’s decided to pledge the Lady Lions, and is having way more fun than she did with the Zeta Nus.

Some of my co-selectees are here too, but we’re all pretending not to know each other. No one has said we can’t interact with each other out in public, but it’s easier to keep things secret when you do. At least for me it is. Less of a chance that I’ll get caught around someone with loose lips.

I’m feeling good. Having fun. But I need a breather from the smell of alcohol, sweat, and perfume, and my feet need a break. I wander off to the back of the house and find an unoccupied room. I sink into the chair with a sigh, slipping my shoes off my feet.

I’m alone for maybe five minutes, before the door opens and one of the Zeta Nus comes into the room, pulling a body behind her. “I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you all night.” She says with a tinkling laugh.

“I don’t care what you do with your eyes while your mouth is on my dick.”

She laughs again. “I’m so glad it’s quiet in here. We don’t have to yell to talk.” She grabs his shirt, pulling him closer. “And I get you all to myself.”

I’m tucked in the corner of the room. The lights are out and they haven’t spotted me yet. I settle further in my seat watching this train wreck. They are not on the same page. Why can’t she see that? She’s trying to get to know him. He’s trying to get his dick wet and isn’t even pretending otherwise.

She steps forward, linking her arms around his neck, and reaches up to kiss him. He turns his face, so the kiss lands on his cheek. She tries again, but he dodges that one too. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to kiss you, silly.”

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