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Crystal was seated in front of a mirror, completely naked. Her legs spread wide, not leavinganythingto the imagination. Her big tits were front and center, and she had one of her plastic fingernails between her teeth in a sexy pose. Fuck. What was he doing even screwing around withmewhen he had a girlfriend that looked likethat? I always knew she was pretty, but seeing her naked just brought forth insecurities I didn’t even know I had.

“Crystal,” I choked out, sliding the phone over to him.

He glanced at the screen and barked a laugh when he realized why I’d just practically choked on my own tongue. He barely spared the photo a glance before locking it and stuffing it back in his pocket.

“You might want to reply. She’s looking desperate.”

This time, he grinned. “I don’t make a habit out of texting other girls when I’m with a girl.”

“I’m Ashton’s girlfriend. I’m notthatkind of girl,” I reminded him.

He huffed another laugh, whipping out into traffic with ease. “And what kind of girl is that?” he pressed.

“The kind that you fuck or have on the side or whatever.” Jameson had said that Kash wasn’t a cheater, but after what just happened in Ash’s room, it was becoming difficult to believe.

“You could be.”

“Negative, asshole.”

He laughed in response, but didn’t push it further.

To my relief, he didn’t hit on me again. He took me to this diner and then we went to some kind of illegal street race that Jameson had taken him to a while back. Surprisingly, it wasn’t awkward, and he took me home afterwards where Ashton met up with me again.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Kash

Livingston - Gravedigger

Jameson and I waited patiently in the lobby outside of the Dean’s office. He was hooked on creating a frat, and while it wasn’t a bad idea, it came with a lot of work that I wasn’t even sure I was up for. I just wanted to get through college and leave it at that.

Jameson’s foot tapped impatiently against the rough carpet, his elbows on his knees while he looked at the wall across from us. My posture was much more relaxed. My head rested against the wall behind us, my legs spread out in front of me.

I wasn’t against joining a fraternity. There was a level of power and control that came with it. But it was meaningless without my friends. Maybe creating our own would grant me even more power, and maybe we could talk Ash into joining, too. Like a secret society or some shit. That thought lingered in the back of my mind, even as the brown-headed assistant named Jocelyn glanced over at Jamie for the hundredth time since we’ve been in here. She was hot, with a dusting of light frecklesscattered across the bridge of her nose, trickling onto her cheeks that appeared nearly invisible. She had big brown eyes and an octangular face with sharp eyebrows that had to have been drawn on. A hoop was wrapped around her left nostril, and she looked around our age. This must have been an internship or something for her.

I nudged Jameson with my elbow and glanced at the hot girl behind the desk for emphasis. As if suddenly noticing her, he looked up, his gaze trailing over her face for a long moment before drifting down to her large breasts.

A pink tint coated her cheeks, trickling all the way down to her neck where it disappeared beneath the high collar of her shirt, leaving a lot to the imagination. Modest, was she? If she wasn’t busy eye-fucking my best friend, I might have taken her for myself.

“Come here,” Jameson said, patting the empty seat on the other side of him.

Jocelyn hesitated before rising. With slow movements, she rounded the desk and reluctantly obeyed, sinking down on the chair next to him. Her jeans were tight around her thick thighs with a large belt buckle hugging her waist.

“Are you a student here?” he asked.

She nodded. “I’m a junior.”

Jameson tossed me a glance, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth before he fixed his attention back on the pretty thing offering him her undivided attention. “Are you going to the frat party next weekend?”

“Which one?” she countered. “Every frat is throwing a party next weekend.”

I leaned forward in my seat, trying to get a better look at her. “Acacia,” I replied, vividly remembering the name Ash had told me when he’d first brought it up.

Her lips formed a perfect O. “I wasn’t planning to, but if you’re inviting me, then maybe.”

“Oh, I’m inviting you,” Jameson replied smoothly.

She smiled back at him, her white teeth lighting up her flawless features. It would be a nice distraction for him. He needed to get back out there and stop moping about the cheating cunt that had not only broken Ash’s heart with her disloyalty, but Jamie’s, too. I’d always had a hunch that his feelings for Everleigh went beyond friendship, sinking into dangerous territory. It wasn’t like they could have ever been anything more. Ash was fine with sharing her body with the two of us, but I highly doubted that he was okay with letting her have more than one boyfriend. Not that it would have ever worked out, anyways, even if he had been okay with it.

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