I headed straight to the kitchen, where I found the stash of booze. I grabbed a glass bottle that was only supposed to be used to mix other, less strong drinks—vodka wasn’t my favorite, because I thought it tasted like shit, but I needed a little liquid courage for what I was about to do. It tasted like knives running down my throat, and I gagged only a little.
Three huge sips should be enough, right?
Once I returned the bottle to its rightful place, walking right past a group of SCC students who eyed me like I was some experiment on display, giggling too—if I had to bet, I’d say they saw my video. Fans of mine—I headed to the living room, where I found a few of the fraternity boys.
Boys. That’s all they were, because men did not act like this.
I spotted Dean resting on the couch, his knees spread. He had a girl beside him, crooning over him like his dick was magical. His brown eyes were on the couch opposite him, where my target sat. Levi.
Only Levi wasn’t alone.
Oh, no. That would make this too fucking easy. Too simple. Too in-and-out.
Nope. Why the hell would Levi be alone? We weren’t together. The jig was up, so it really shouldn’t surprise me to see him with his tongue down the throat of another girl. But, you know what? You know the craziest thing about all of this?
Even after everything he did, even after fucking up so royally, it still hurt, seeing his mouth attached to another girl.
Forget about ripping him a new asshole. I was going to rip the dick right off that motherfucker and enjoy the hell out of it.
Chapter Nineteen – Levi
I didn’t want to sit and drink, didn’t want to pretend everything was fine. How the hell could I? The one thing I wanted to do was take Dean down, but I didn’t want to make any moves until I was sure that I could. I’d found the camera in my room—it was a tiny thing, wireless, too, nestled between some old textbooks I never touched on my desk, blending in with the shadows.
I didn’t move the camera, because then he’d know for sure I was onto him. I’d play his game. I’d play his game until I transferred all the pieces to my own board without him knowing, and then I’d take his ass down.
When the party first started, Dean had found me, a beer in his hand. “So,” he spoke with a sleazy smile, “where’s that girlfriend of yours?”
“She was never my girlfriend,” I told him, resisting my urge to punch him in the face.
“Awe, did you two break up?”
My mouth thinned into a line, and I glared. “I’m not seeing her anymore, if that’s what you’re getting at.”
Dean cocked his head. “Why not? You two seemed to get along great.” The way his voice sounded, the bastard was genuine. I knew his interest wasn’t, though. He was just fishing to see if he’d hurt me by what he did.
Oh, I’d found the video. I’d found it, and instantly grown enraged on Kelsey’s behalf. Me? I didn’t care about me being filmed, not really. My rage was for Kelsey. She didn’t deserve to be tossed in the middle of this little feud between us.
“It wasn’t going to work out,” I told him, hoping that would be that. I’d play the part I had to play tonight, but I wouldn’t enjoy it. There was no way I’d be taking anyone upstairs ever again, not with that camera being up there. Unknowingly playing into Dean’s hand and doing it willingly and consciously were two different things.
The fucker wouldn’t get me again.
We ended up in the living room as the party progressed, and circles of girls stood around us. A few of the other guys in the fraternity had chosen their prey for the night, leaving Dean and I to glare at each other from opposite couches. It wasn’t too long before he pulled a girl to his side, practically tugging her on his lap. She acted annoyed at first, but then Dean whispered something in her ear, to which she flushed and giggled.
He had a way with them, that’s for sure. Dean knew how to drown his sorrows, but me? I didn’t like losing myself in between a different girl’s legs every week.
As the girl got handsy with him, touching his chest, his stomach, drawing her leg over his lap and leaning it against his crotch—which I bet sported an erection—Dean met eyes with me again.
“If you’re so over her, why don’t you pick a new one?” he said, pointing to the group of girls immediately to my left. “The blonde has been staring at you all night.”
All night, as if the party had started hours ago. It hadn’t. The truth of the matter was it had only just begun.
I turned my head, spotting the blonde in question. She was talking to her friends, pretending as if she hadn’t heard Dean’s blatant observation. Her cheeks were flushed, and she ran a hand through her long hair, trying to fluff it up.
She was pretty, but she wasn’t Kelsey.
“Come on, Levi, prove me wrong,” Dean said.
He clearly didn’t think I would, so I turned off whatever emotions I could before getting up and going to her. Her friends quieted when I came near, and the blonde sent me a flirty smile. I asked if she wanted to sit with me, and she did.
I found out her name was
