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I smile because that’s true. He takes another sip and then hands it to me. I put the bottle between my legs, cutting these fuckers off until we reach the party.

“What happened upstairs with Matt’s girl?” Knox asks.

I scoff. “What happened?” I stare at him in the mirror and then look over at Ace. “She’s not Matt’s girl anymore.”

Chapter 5

The Seven Devils lost the game, but I won’t be down about my brother’s team losing because there’s a party to go to tonight. And I need to make Matt angry because he ignored me all night like I don’t fucking exist. Sydney and I roll up to the Kappa Pi house and meet with the other girls. The music is playing loudly, and people are already drunk, but me and Sydney are only getting started. Kara, Crystal, and Tori are wasted and dancing. Kara urges us to drink shots with her while Crystal is dancing on the table. I need to get on that level.

Without needing much alcohol encouragement, I hop on the table with Crystal to dance. She drops it low, rubbing my waist. I shake my ass, rocking my hips side to side. I steal her drink and chug it. I fling my hair around, holding my new drink in the air. Crystal almost falls off the table, so we burst into laughter as I hold her steady.

Matt walks into the house while I’m dancing on the table. We make brief eye contact, but he focuses on his friends while I stare him down. He’s so fucking happy, I really could punch him in the face right now. Sydney gives me knowing eyes.

As the rest of the team piles in, including Crew, I roll my eyes at him when he salutes me. He’s still friends with Matt, and I feel fucking betrayed by him too. I’ll have to call my brother later tonight to tell him. I know, for a fact, that Ryan will have my back and not agree with the scenario. I glance around for Greyson, but he’s not in sight. That’s no surprise. I wish I could call him. My dumbass needs to get his number already. I continue to dance, pulling Kara on the table with me because Crystal needs a break. She starts swinging her hips, and I cheer her on. We take a few shots, but I take even more because I need it. I don’t cry when I’m drunk. Which is surprising. This girl’s night is exactly what I need.

“Oh my god,” Sydney says, asking for my hand. I step off the table to hear what’s going on. She turns me around to the perfect view of Matt and Michelle whispering in each other’s ears. My eyes narrow in on him. He has the audacity to do this for a second night in a row? My jaw clenches so hard that I feel it pop. My arms shiver as my hands start to shake. I am ready to fucking fight both of them. They both deserve a good punch to the face. And I need to give them a piece of my mind. Right now, all I see is red. Matt looks over at me, and I flinch because of the intense eye contact. He’s doing this to me on purpose. I storm my way to him.

“What’re you doing?” Greyson asks, stepping in front of me.

It takes me a moment to realize who’s in front of me. I am trembling, ready to throw my fist in Matt’s face. I glance up at Greyson, wondering where the hell he came from. “I’m going to tell Matt how much I fucking hate him!”

“You’re drunk,” Greyson states.

It infuriates me that he’s in my way. “I’ll still fuck a bitch up!” When I glance around him, Matt and his whore aren’t there anymore. “Goddamn it!”

I try to step around Greyson to look for them, but he steps in front of me.

“Greyson!” I shout because now we’re playing a game of where I step, he steps. “What are you even doing here?” I snap. “Didn’t you go home?”

“Bunny,” he whispers in a seductive tone. “And miss out on you dancing on that table?” His eyes flick to where I just was. I smack his chest as he laughs.

He asks, “What were you going to tell your little boyfriend just now?”

I try to walk away, adrenaline pumping through me. I am so ready to fight. I just need to find them in the crowd.

“Bunny,” he says, impatiently.

“It’s none of your business!” I need him to back off me right this instant because I need to get to Matt and Michelle before they leave the party. This is my only chance. I’ve never felt this maddened in my entire life. “You don’t even care all that much about me, Greyson. You only fucking care about yourself. So, don’t get your panties in a bunch, and move out of my fucking way!”

He grabs my arm, pulling me over to the wall. He leans me against it and says in my face aggressively, “You have no idea what I care about and it is my business because you’re about to start a fight over your ex who you claim to not want back.”

I shoot back, “All you care about is your reputation. And let’s see, well, if you’re not going to kiss me, I’m going to find someone else.” I shove his chest, but he doesn’t budge. Matt is directly across the room, watching us. Finally found the fucker I’m going to punch. Greyson pulls me back to him. Suddenly we’re face to face. His breath is on my lips as he touches my nose with his.

“Is this what you want, Madison?” he asks, forcing me to walk backward until I hit the wall. Our skulls conk just a little.

My breath falters as I look into his eyes. Without waiting for permission, I kiss him. When our lips touch, it feels like I’m on fucking fire. It’s so good, but he hesitates. My eyes flick open to look at him. He’s staring at me.

Greyson grabs my neck like a chokehold and presses me against the wall. I’m panting, staring at him because I want more. I need more. I bite my lip, enjoying his hand on my neck. He’s hesitating, holding me away from him.

“What’re you afraid of?” I whisper, challenging him.

He kisses me with his tongue in full force. His hips open my legs. I lift a leg and arch my back, wanting to feel all of him. He grabs my thigh and holds me against the wall. And holy hell, do I feel him.

Sydney starts shouting, “Yee, get it, Maddie!”

Crystal is clapping. “Woo!”

I glide my fingers into Greyson’s hair. This is so hot. I’ve never been kissed with this amount of intensity before. My adrenaline is now redirected to Greyson. I fucking want him. I’m in pure ecstasy with his hands on my ass, his tongue in my mouth, and feeling the outline of his hard dick.

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