“Aw, you’re so sweet, Ro,” the bitch with Dillon says, in a piss-poor impression of my accent. Everyone laughs except for me, Ro, and Ash, and I wouldn’t mind bringing all the rest of them up to the roof and helping them to fly.
Straightening to my full height, which happens to be at least three inches taller than the bitch, I pull my shoulders back and look down my nose, pinning her with a dismissive look that conveys how insignificant her words are to me. How dare she come into my house and laugh at me. One more rude comment or snide look, and I’m booting her skanky ass out of my party.
Dillon is watching me with that asshole smug grin of his, and it pisses me off. Why is he always staring at me? He’s clearly got zero interest in me, so why does he seem to have difficulty removing his eyes from my face? “What’s your problem with me?” I ask, working hard to keep my tone level and a pleasant smile on my face. I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he rattles me.
“Where would you like me to start?” He arches a brow, and his eyebrow ring pulls with the movement.
“Dil! I swear to God I will fucking castrate you if you don’t stop this shit! Grace is my friend, and my roommate, and if you can’t be nice, you’ll have to leave.”
Please leave. I chant it over and over in my head hoping maybe if I say it enough times it’ll come true.
“You’d like that.” Dillon lights up a joint as he eyeballs me, daring me to challenge him and confirm my prude status in his mind, no doubt. “You’d like me to leave, which is exactly why I won’t.”
Ash pushes past Dillon’s fuck buddy, prodding her finger into his chest. “No smoking in here.” Ash yanks him outside, and I watch through the glass as she rips him a new one. It’s no less than he deserves.
“You really seem to get Dillon riled up,” Ronan says, frowning a little.
“It’s mutual. He infuriates me.” A part of me is grateful he seems to hate me for some inexplicable reason. Another part of me feels wounded. I know I’m not a bad person. I try to be nice to people, and I don’t think I have a shitty personality, so I don’t understand why he’s taken such a strong dislike to me. At any other time, I couldn’t care less. But my ego has taken a recent battering, along with my heart, and having someone react to me with such blatant hostility is upsetting.
“What about me?” Ronan asks, flashing me a cheeky wink. “Do I infuriate you?”
“Not a bit.” I loop my arm through his. “You bring me roses and act like a reasonable human being. You could never infuriate me. Now, what can I get you to drink?” I ask, pulling him toward the kitchen where the alcohol is.
A couple of hours later, I’ve forgotten all about Douchey Dillon. I know he was outside smoking with his friends and the cling-ons a while ago, but I have no clue where he is now. Not that I care. With any luck, he’s already left. I’ve been dancing with Ash, Ro, and a couple of guys from school for the past half hour, and I need to take a breather to hydrate my parched throat. But first I need to pee.
I head straight for my bedroom because I’m sure the main bathroom is a mess by now. Placing my hand on the door handle, I frown as the door opens because I haven’t inserted my key yet. Slurping sounds tickle my eardrums as I stand on the threshold, my anger spiking fast. We locked our bedroom doors for a reason, and I have no clue how someone got in here without the key. Fueled by vodka and adrenaline I push into the room, slamming to a halt at the scene in front of me.
Dillon is sitting on the side of my bed with his head thrown back and his eyes closed. The black-haired bitch is kneeling between his legs, sucking his dick. Neither of them has noticed me, and I watch with mounting disgust as she hollows her cheeks, sliding her lips up and down his thick shaft. His jeans are pooled at his feet, and he hasn’t bothered to remove his boots.
She lets go of his cock, with a loud popping sound, the second she spots me. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Her words fade into the background as I stare at Dillon’s impressively long dick. But that’s not what has caught my attention. He has a barbell piercing through the tip of his penis with a diamond-like beading on each end. Holy shit. An ache throbs down below, and stirrings of desire take root.
I’ve never seen one on a guy.
Well, duh, because I’ve only slept with Reeve, and he’d rather you cut out his heart than put a needle through his dick.
“Get the fuck out!” she screeches, and I rip my eyes from Dillon’s hard-on, lifting my chin up.
His grin is extra smug now, and he spreads his thighs wider, drilling me with that magnetic gaze. “You’re welcome to join us, princess. The more, the merrier.” He licks his lips, watching my expression, as he curls his hand around his erection and gives it a few quick pumps.
Lust coils tight in my lower belly and my mouth feels suddenly dry as I stand rooted to the spot.
“Get lost, bitch,” the girl says, standing and slanting me a look that says she’s ready to bring her claws to the party.
Snapping out of it, I race from the room with Dillon’s laughter following my every step. Once out in the hallway, I slump against the wall, breathing heavily. My panties are plastered to my body, my skin is flushed, and every cell and nerve ending comes alive in a way it hasn’t in a long time. Embarrassment washes over me, and I hang my head until I remember whose room they are in.
Racing back into my bedroom, I grab the girl by the hair, yanking her off Dillon. “This is my room, and my apartment, and you’ve outstayed your welcome. Get the fuck out!” I hiss.
“Let go of me, you stupid bitch,” the girl says as footsteps thud in the hallway outside.
“Jesus,” Ronan says, bursting into the room with Ash hot on his heels.
Ash shrieks, turning back around. “For fuck’s sake, Dil, put your cock away unless you want to scar me for life.”
Dillon chuckles, standing proudly, his hard dick practically winking at me as Ronan drags the girl from my room. She’s shrieking like a hyena, screaming she’s going to kick me in the cunt—how lovely—but I can’t drag my eyes from the manwhore in front of me.
“Liking what you see, princess?” he asks, purposely flicking his tongue out, demonstrating he has a piercing there too.
My body prickles with arousal, and I really need to get him the fuck out of my bedroom. I stare him straight in the eyes. “You’re every bit as disgusting as your friend. And stop calling me that.”
“Are you decent yet?” Ash asks, still hiding her eyes.
“Nope.” Dillon flashes me a grin, showcasing a set of straight white teeth. “I might just stay like this. There’s nothing more freeing than being at one with nature.”
“I think your brother is an exhibitionist, or he likes trying to shock people,” I say, maintaining eye contact. “Pity it won’t work on me.”
“Get fucking dressed, Dil,” Ash snaps. “Or I’m telling Ma you flashed my new best friend.”
“You sure about that, Princess Grace,” he sneers, refusing to respond to his sister. Bending down, he slowly pulls his boxers and jeans up his legs, and I’m grateful he’s at least listening to her about that.
“Think what you like about me. I don’t care.” I shrug, relaxing a little now his cock is safely tucked back in his jeans.
He stalks toward me, putting his face all up in mine. At this angle, I spot a little bump in the center of his nose I didn’t notice before. “I think you do care. You want everyone to love you because Mommy and Daddy always told you what a precious princess you were. It bugs you that I can’t stand you. That everything you represent annoys the fuck out of me.”
“Everything I represent?” I shout, shoving him away from me as Ash races to his side.