Page 41 of Eat You Alive (Court Legacy 4)

“And can I bring a friend so I at least, well, know someone this time?” I needed a buffer. From him and all this.

“You’ll be with me, so I can’t see why you’d need to.”

I gave him a look, and he sighed.

“Fine. Just be there.”

I nodded and couldn’t help slamming my door that afternoon. I had no idea how we were actually going to make this work for even a few weeks because his sister was totally right. This guy and I would kill each other.

It was just a matter of who drew first blood.

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

Ares

Fawn never said her guest would be her goddamn roommate. But that was exactly who I caught her bopping around with moments after I properly introduced her to my friends. Thatcher and Wells had just gotten their apologies out to her. They’d been serious about that, and Fawn had seemed appreciative of it.

At least, for the few moments she’d been there.

She’d claimed she’d gotten a text from her friend, and not thinking much about it, I let her go. I had told her she could bring someone even though that shit put my back up. I’d been in front of the guys and Sloane, though, so I hadn’t wanted to seem too possessive.

You’re playing with fire, Red…

I watched her now, the little fucking firecracker. Her jean-clad hips touched the bar, thick, full. She swayed them a little to the music in the room, her tattoos out and on display on her arms and shoulders. This girl just might have an addiction with as many as she had. I’d no doubt seen the majority at the pool party, and the memory made me click my tongue.

I ran it over my lip before taking a sip of my beer. Fawn’s tits weren’t out today but that didn’t matter in herfucking top. That bountiful chest of hers had a nice fucking swell, and currently she was allowing that ex-roommate fucker to get a full view. She stood right next to him, laughing with him, and I think the only reason I wasn’t going over there right now was because Sloane was chaperoning the situation. She’d seen Fawn enter with the guy and wanted to meet Fawn’s friend. My sister had been trying too, to be nice and accommodating as Wells and Thatcher had been.

Sniffing, I stole another drink, wondering why in the actual fuck this dude came to a college party looking like some nerdy-ass dark academia fuck. He’d dressed like he’d come out of the ’30s, all formal and shit with his button-up shirt and pants. Then there were his fucking glasses that took up half his face, actual spectacles like some uppity goober. The things probably were symmetrical to his face, but the fact that he’d come up in this bitch all pretentious and shit just worked me the wrong way.

Not to mention he was too close to Fawn.

The growl stayed low in my chest but it was there. I put my beer on a bookshelf. “I need a refill.”

“Yours is full.”

I swung my gaze over to Dorian who’d spoken. He bumped a laugh. “Relax. Sloane’s over there. She’s fine.”

“What are you talking about?”

Dorian, Wells, and Thatcher, who I’d been drinking with across the room, exchanged a glance. The three of them busted out in laughter,audibly. D slapped my chest. “Sorry. It’s just fun watching you this way is all.”

My eyes narrowed. “What way?”

“Completely strung the fuck up.” Wells angled back, his elbows hitting the bookshelf. “Please tell me that shit’s not catching.”

“Right? I ain’t got time for that shit.” Thatch sucked back some beer, wiping his lips. His earrings danced. “It is fun seeing Wolfy this way, though.”

“Yeah, I mean we figured this shit was serious considering you moved in with the girl. Even though you did pass that shit off as just wanting to help her.” Dorian eyed me. “But still, this is killing me. You jealous? I never thought I would have seen it.”

“I’m not fucking jealous,” I barked. I started to walk off to go break that shit across the room up, but Dorian caught my arm.

He chuckled. “Hold up—”

“D…” I kept my warning low, but I wouldn’t if he didn’t step the fuck off. I jerked my arm away, and my buddy lifted his hands.

“Dude, tell him before he loses even more of his shit than he already has,” D said, slapping Wells’s chest, and I frowned.

My brow lifted. “Tell me what?”

---