Page 34 of Brutal Prince

I’d like to think that I was a calm, levelheaded guy and jealousy rarely was an aspect of my emotions. Some might say that I’m mostly unemotional. I just don’t flare up in fiery anger like many guys I room with, including Cody. And I don’t have enormous amounts of passion for anything. I wake up on a flat line and go to bed on a flat line. My father’s temperament runs through my bones.

“Who’s that chump?” I asked Lise, interrupting their conversation about when to break into the chamber.

Lise followed my gaze. “A customer. I’ve never seen him before.” She turned back to me. “You ought to get used to it. Lots of guys hit on Gretta.”

I screwed my face up. “Do they?”

“Why are you so surprised?”

“I don’t know. I guess she’s a solid seven and a half. Not super pretty.”

Cody snorted.

“Six and a half?” Lise shrilled. “She’s much higher than seven and a half.” She placed her hands on her hips in horror. “I thought you liked her.”

“I do.”

“And you give her a seven and a half? Fuck, what a loser.”

“Seven and a half is still…good,” I called after her as she strolled away in a disgusted huff. My eyes were still glued on the guy at the counter. He was older, not as big as me, but he had a sophistication that I suspected was lacking from me.

“Did I miss something?” I said to Cody still watching the flirtfest going on at the counter and getting annoyed with it. “Move along,” I wanted to yell out. “Fuck, what’s so interesting that he keeps chatting to her.”

I heard sniggering and pulled my eyes away from the scene to look at Cody’s smirking face.

“What?”

“You have no fucking idea about chicks, do you?”

“Like I said, seven and half is still good.”

“Fuckable.”

“Yeah, see, you know what I’m talking about?”

“Whatever you do,” his mouth stuffed with cheeseburger, “do not tell her to her face that she’s a seven and a half.”

The guy walked past our table and I would’ve stared him down if he looked in my direction. Suddenly Gretta was prettier and sexier than ever. I mean she always was pretty in a plain sort of way and had a nice figure that she never flaunted. Her cute hairdo was definitely an added feature and major turn on and her body is toned with curves in all the right places. She was no debutante beauty queen like some of the girls back home with their long glossy hair and perfect teeth and skin.

“I suppose she’s more like an eight,” I thought aloud, watching her move through the crowd of people carrying baskets of fries. “Maybe an eight and half even.”

SEVENTEEN

Dominus

Her perfectly peachy ass was bent over before me and took great pleasure in plunging the neck of the wine bottle inside her.

“I can’t see you anymore,” she moaned as I rammed the bottle in further. “My boyfriend is getting suspicious.”

“That’s your problem. And if you don’t want me to smash the glass and slice up your silky insides then you ought to obey.”

“Dom, you always make threats, but you never go through with them.”

Maybe you should ask Quartus about that. Her real name is of no interest to me.

Primis was my favorite. A tanned-skin goddess with hair in tight black curls that sit just above her shoulders. A model, like they all say they are…yawn, and number one on the list. I will be sorry to lose her.

Yanking the wine bottle out of her with the intension of smashing it over her head, I wrapped my fingers around the neck now slippery with her juice. Taking a deep breath I swung my arm back and froze mid swipe when my phone rang.

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