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I giggle, relieved he can make a joke about our old wounds. “Definitely.”

“But if you’re passionate about something, you should go for it. No matter what anybody else thinks,” he says, serious now. “Plenty of people think I’ll never make the NHL. That hasn’t stopped me from going after it. Don’t let that little shit stop you.”

I hide behind my curtain of hair so Wes doesn’t spot the shimmering tears. I’ve needed to hear those words for so long.

The thought of sharing my writing with anyone still gives me hives, but Wes is right. I shouldn’t let some freshman punk like Randall dictate my life. One person’s opinion doesn’t determine the worth of my words. I’m a good enough writer to secure a spot in Diamond’s prestigious writing program. I’m a good enough writer to at least give my dream a shot. I may not ever be a bestselling, full-time author with millions of fans and movie deals. But I at least need to try.

And even though Wes has never read a word I’ve written, his faith in me gives me the confidence to believe I can someday make my dream a reality.

Chapter13

After

Wes

While I’min the kitchen pouring myself another Jager bomb, there’s a knock on the door. I don’t know how many more bodies we can squeeze into this cramped apartment. But if it’s another cute girl, I’ll let her in. At least one of them should be able to take my mind off Violet tonight.

When I swing the door open, a beautiful girl with a bright smile stands in front of me. She’s exactly the kind of girl who could distract me tonight. Tall, slender, dark hair and eyes. I recognize her from the soccer team, but I’ve never caught her name. “Hey, come on in.”

“Thanks!” She points over her shoulder, but she’s too tall to see whoever’s behind her. “My roommate and I are very excited to be here.”

I snort. Definitely a freshman.

The second she passes me, another girl squeals and pulls her through the crowd by the arm. Then I’m left with the girl who was standing behind her. Her roommate.

My teeth grind together. Not fuckingher.

She actually had the balls to come to my party, knowing how the last party she attended ended.

She’s even wearing a skimpy black dress. Almost like she thought she might tempt me into forgiving her. Seduce me into bed, so maybe I’ll quit terrorizing her before it gets any worse.

Too bad for her, I have plenty of puck bunnies waiting in line to ride my cock. I don’t need pussy from her when I can get it anywhere.

But I’ll play the game. Let her think for a few minutes that I’m falling for her tricks until I pull the rug out from under her.

I let my gaze rake over every inch of her tiny body. From the round, hazel eyes framed by thick lashes, down to the red-lined lip she’s biting, to the plungingVof her dress, exposing the top of her tits. The thin material clings to her hourglass figure, hugging her little hips and just barely hiding her ass before stopping high on her thighs. She’s small, but in this dress, her legs go on for miles.

Before, I would’ve scooped her into my arms, carried her to my room, and kissed up every inch of those legs until I had her squirming. Begging for me. Now, I still want to make her squirm, but in an entirely different way.

I lean against the doorframe, and Violet swallows under my gaze. “Password?”

“You didn’t make Aneesa give a password,” she points out, no conviction in her voice. She should know better than to mouth off to me.

I’ll teach her exactly how I expect her to speak to me from now on. “Pretty girls like that don’t need a password.”

Violet’s eyes drop to the floor. She actually believes I don’t think she’s pretty. Tormenting her is going to be a whole lot easier than I thought. “If you say everything I tell you to, you can come in.”

Her gaze flashes up to mine. She doesn’t actually want to be here, but her roommate dragged her, and she doesn’t want to walk back in the dark alone. Smart. Not all of the Devils are here yet, and if they see her wandering around at night by herself, there’s no telling what they might do.

“Say you love sucking cock.”

Her pretty little mouth falls open. “What?”

“Say you love sucking cock, or you’re not getting into this party.”

She keeps her mouth clamped shut, gaze darting to the people chatting and laughing around us.

I narrow my eyes. “I dare you.”

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