Page 7 of Pucking Grey

“That’s what he fucking said. Good girl but won’t fuck him. He’s been trying for months.”

I scoff. “Bullshit.”

“Why do you think he made that porno, man? Trying to show her what she’s missing.”

“Shut the fuck up, Ace. Fuck.”

He doesn’t listen as he leans on me. “I bet you can’t do it. In fact, I know you can’t. He’s been trying to butter her up ever since they got together.”

I glance across the room. Madison is in a seductive fucking top that would make any of us in here hard in an instant, yet she won’t sleep with her boyfriend.Ex-boyfriend.

Matt has always been the competitive type. We have the same fucking position on the same team. We’re always head-to-head. He tried to be a player like me for a while, but he’s more of a relationship-type of a guy. Fucking softie. And just like Madison said earlier today, I’ll cut that fuckers ego down inch by inch until he has nothing but his mommy left. She can clean up his tracks and wipe his ass like she always does. Fucking mommy’s boy. I clench my fist, thinking about how badly I want to fuck Matt up. But throwing punches can only fuck him up for so long. I need something that’s going to make him not want to wake up in the morning. Years of making me feel that way, and it’s my turn to make him suffer.

Madison grabs a random guy and kisses him. Fuck, this is getting interesting. I look around the room for Pearson. Is he seeing this shit?

Nope. He’s outside, not paying any attention.

I have no intention of fucking Madison Wilder, but I’ll sure as hell pretend like I do if it pisses off Matt. I don’t want Matt’s leftovers over, at least that’s what I thought to myself earlier today. Now that I know she’s not his leftovers, I’ll just fake date her to fuck with Matt’s heart. He doesn’t deserve my silence anymore. Not after the shit he pulled on me while our parents were together. Karma’s a bitch.

I ditch Ace, take a few gulps of the vodka, and set the bottle down on the counter. I approach Madison who is making out with this kid. Her friend glances at me with a shocked look on her face.

“Billy,” I say. The guy who’s kissing her turns around, frightened when he sees me. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Uh, Grey,” he trembles.

“Just go,” I say and then Billy walks away.

Madison pushes me with two hands. I’m fucking tall, so I don’t budge. It seems to upset her more.

“You have no right!” she shouts. “You’re a fucking asshole.” She watches Billy walk away.

I smirk because she loves to call me that. I can smell the alcohol on her lips. When I look down at them, they’re swollen and plump.

“Hey, wait!” Madison shouts, but Billy keeps walking.

She smacks my face. Her friend gasps as the sting on my cheek makes me mad. I rub my cheek, walking closer to her.

“You’re not doing that again.” I ball my fists. “I wanna talk to you.”

She glances at her friends as I flick my head to the hallway. A flush creeps up her face at my demand.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” she blurts.

And I don’t fucking care, so I grab her elbow and lead her to the hallway.

“It’s quieter here,” I say, but she’s livid. Her face is red, her nipples are hard, and her eyes are wild.

“Don’t ever fucking grab me like that again,” she snaps.

“Then don’t fucking hit me,” I rumble from the back of my throat. It comes out deeper than I expected it to, but she doesn’t seem afraid. Interesting.

I glance down at her outfit and ask, “What the fuck are you wearing?”

She’s embarrassed as she covers herself. “I can wear what I want.”

“And I can pull one string, and this top is coming off.”

Her cheeks are red again, but it’s because she knows I’m right. I can see every outline of her. One pull and there will be no imagination needed.

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