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There was another name that jumped off the page at me and I had a feeling she was my ticket to the top. Sloane Higgins sounded fucking perfect. I didn’t know who she was but figured her bonus challenge was going to be easier than getting Serafina Rossi’s older brothers to sign a stupid baseball. All I had to do with Sloane is get a pic of me fucking her doggy style with her red hair wrapped around my fist.
I figured it would be easy enough when I found her socials. She didn’t seem to have a boyfriend and the farther back I looked, the more I found out about her. She sure as hell was gonna make a pretty piece of arm candy for the upcoming Greek social calendar.
I had her schedule and had planned an innocent looking, “meet cute,” this morning outside of her class and was fucking irritated that she didn’t show. I was trying to figure out when we could, “accidentally run into each other,” when she ended up in my arms. It’s like the Greek Gods were giving me a sign. This shit was mine.
She’s going to be a pretty trophy to go along with my presidential win. I just need her to stop fucking around and cooperate. It’s why I’m following her now.
I wanted her to know I’m not giving up. Show her that I’m fucking serious about her. She’s got no other choice but to get used to me. By any means fucking necessary, she will be mine and so will the Omega presidency.
Chapter Fourteen
MY EARS PERK UPbehind me and I know it’s Sloane. She’s making some sort of noise and the screech becomes more pronounced as this petite brunette continues to have her hands on me. I try to get away but she comes right back like some goddamn flea. I just want her to go away.
Out of the corner of my eye I see Sloane and Jake huddled close as he whispers something in her ear, I catch them lookingat one another and then she fucking kisses his cheek.What the fuck was that?
My whole body reacts. My jaw ticks, my teeth grind, my eyes narrow, my blood boils, and I feel a rush of adrenaline that has me ready to fuck shit up. The devil on my shoulder is throwing a tantrum and I’m two seconds away from having one of my own.
I stare at the spot on my friend’s cheek where her pretty mouth was. I want to rip the skin that she kissed right off his face. The rational part of me knows there is zero going on between them but he has one of her kisses now and I have zero. Fucking zero. I don’t get to have them but I don’t like that anyone else does either.
She walks and waves, keeping those sexy hips moving until I lose her in the crowd. I stare… I stare so goddamn hard. She looks different, a little unkept which is the exact opposite of her usual put together look. To everyone else she probably looks the same, but I’m not everyone else and I would know what to look for when it comes to her.
I don’t speak or acknowledge her because, per usual, I swallow my goddamn tongue when she’s around. But this time all I want to do is scream out loud and tell her that the girl who stuck herself to my arm means absolutely fucking nothing. I want her to know that I hate that my boy got her attention and affection. I’m feeling fucking ready to do just that when she levels me with a look over her shoulder. It’s at the same moment that the flea returns and I stick my hands out in front of me to shoo her away again.
“You good man?” Jake asks.Of course he does.He’s always so fucking nice and all I wanna do is punch him in the goddamn face.I’m such an asshole.
I don’t bother answering him. The flea must have gotten the memo that I’m not interested and is now clinging to Monroewho looks all too happy to take on another puck bunny. He can have every single one.
I storm off, making my way towards the athletic facility. I don’t care if we had morning skate, all I wanna do is work out again especially since these fuckers interrupted my morning run. I ignore my growling stomach and shoulder through people.
“Where the fuck are you going now?” My brother shouts but I keep moving. I hear footsteps behind me and roll my eyes. They won’t give up.Loyal fucking bastards.
“I’m gonna tell you again, I don’t want company, now go away,” I yell back but that doesn’t slow them down.
Instead, twenty minutes later, everyone but Max is in the goddamn weight room with me, at various machines or working with free weights. I’m rip shit mad and digging deep to stay on the other side of the room away from my traitorous friend. One of my best friends, who I swear has the outline of her mouth on his face.
“You’re not getting rid of us that easily, sunshine,” Monroe chirps while picking up free weights.
“Stop calling me that,” I sneer back when I walk by him.
“No way, it fits your new cheery disposition perfectly,” he smiles back at me in the mirror while he curls the weight towards his shoulder and back down again.
“Can’t you all go back to acting like nothing’s wrong with me? Let’s go back to that,” I plead.
“Fuck no, we love you man. You're stuck with us. If we can deal with Hunt’s sparkling personality we can handle your grumpy ass,” Monroe adds between sets.
“Wow, Its like I won the fucking lottery or something,” I mumble out and work through another set of crunches on the floor mat.
“What the fuck is up with you?” My brother asks as he comes over to stretch.
“Nothing I want to fucking get into here,” I tell him, but he won’t drop it. No A, is always a dog with a goddam bone about shit he doesn’t like the answers to.
“I feel like the roles are reversed here. You're not the angry one, that’s me, and all you’ve been doing since we walked in here is give murderous glares towards our friend over there,” he points to Jake with his chin. I bare my teeth to him as I go for an additional plank to distract him and myself from my answer.A sexy as fuck, redheaded answer.
Monroe comes over and mimics my position. I roll my eyes, everyone knows everyone’s business, my friends are all fucking gossips.
“What the fuck is up with him?” he points to me but addresses A after finishing his plank.
“Bet you twenty bucks it has to do with Red.” A thinks he is so goddamn smart.Fucker.
