Page 370 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10
I closed my eyes, picturing a smiling face from my past. And all I could think about was the fact that I’d rather be in Delaware. I opened my eyes and shook the thought away. What the fuck was in Delaware?
I downed my drink and stared at the bust. Maybe focusing on being one of these would help me in some way. Give me purpose again. Or not. I was fucking high after all. I shook my head and walked over to Rob who was currently making out with yet another brunette.
“What are you doing?” I said when he finally came up for air and headed to get another drink. He’d found his pants again, but was still carrying around his sword. Or…more like using it as a walking cane. It worked somehow.
“What do you mean?” Rob asked. “But first, I have a question. What’s in the basement? Because I’ve heard a lot of people whispering about something going down in there tonight.”
“The basement is off limits to non-members. And non-pledges.”
“But what is happening down there?”
I smiled. “I’m not allowed to tell you.”
Rob gaped at me. “It’s something kinky, right? Because I swear I saw someone with a cloak heading down there…”
“Enough about the basement.”
“I also heard that one of these bookshelves is actually a secret door that leads to…”
“I’m not allowed to talk to you about that either.”
“But…”
“Back to you. What’s your end game here? You’ve made out with like five different brunettes tonight.”
He looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “No I haven’t. That was the artist from earlier. I’ve only made out with her all night.”
“Dude, that’s not the same girl,” Matt said.
I wasn’t sure where he’d come from, but I was glad he was back.
Rob shook his head. “Yes it is.”
“It’s definitely not,” I said. “You’ve been hooking up with like every brunette here.”
“Oh. Well, that explains why one of them slapped me when I talked about her giving me an amazing blowjob earlier. I was giving her a compliment. But wrong girl, I guess.” He shrugged. “Damn, I think I might need glasses.”
Mason laughed and grabbed both his shoulders and shook them. He’d found new clothes somewhere too. “You’re just wasted.”
“Not as wasted as you, big boy.”
“So you finally admit it! I’m the biggest boy!” Mason hopped onto a nearby table. “I have the biggest dick!”
We all started laughing. The music turned to a more upbeat song and we all started jumping up and down. Including Mason. Who immediately broke the table in two.
***
“I’m going to be so fucked up during the game tomorrow,” Mason groaned. He lay down on his bed, but I was pretty sure he’d be spending most of the night in the bathroom.
Rob plopped down on my bed with a similar groan. “But tonight was freaking amazing. I was wrong about this weird orgy frat thing. Topless night won me over. Best night ever!” But then his cheeks puffed out. He leaned off my bed and threw up in the trashcan.
Mason made a face like he was going to vomit too. He somehow held it together though.
Matt walked back into the room a little wobbly. He’d already been to the bathroom several times. But this time his eyes were a little red. I wasn’t sure if he’d just snorted some cocaine or if he’d been crying.
My chest ached. Because I knew it wasn’t really cocaine. I knew he’d been crying. And I knew who he’d been thinking of.
I did that too sometimes. Got so shitfaced that I cried in the showers. Remembering a girl that told me I’d be happier in Delaware.
