Page 2 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares (The Society #1)

The fact that the dean’s wife had no idea he liked dick astounded me.

He was moaning like a bitch while Ravi pounded into him.

There was no way she didn’t suspect something.

She would have to be blind or dumb not to.

Then again, the whole marriage might be a farce for all I knew. I didn’t care enough to find out.

Levi once again crowded me. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah?” Why wouldn’t I be?

This wasn’t the first time I saw Ravi fuck a guy. He liked when others watched, and I liked to watch. But guy-on-guy did nothing for me. Unfortunately for me, I shared a room with Ravi freshmen year. Thank fuck I had my own room now.

“Are you sure you’ve got the right angle?”

I’d be better if he got his face out of mine. “I’m fine.”

They were both in the video, and it was clear what was going on. That was all that mattered.

“I think if you turn it this way…” Levi reached out for my phone. “You can get Ravi’s cock on camera.”

Why the hell would I want to do that? We weren’t filming a porn movie. It was blackmail.

He twisted my hand to the right, “There we go, now zoom in.”

When he reached for my phone screen, I jarred my shoulder into him. “Get the fuck away from me.”

This wasn’t a movie, and he wasn’t a director.

“Hey, I’m only making sure we get the best shot possible.”

The best shot possible?

I looked at Slater, who looked at me, then we both looked at Levi.

“You need help,” Slater said.

“Is it my fault if I’m a perfectionist?”

Pfft, perfectionist my ass. One look at Levi’s handwriting proved that to be a giant fucking lie. I could read a doctor’s prescription better than anything he wrote.

“The video’s fine,” I grumbled and rolled my eyes back to my phone.

“When’s the last time you got some pussy?” Levi asked. “You seem extra grumpy today.”

I was grumpy. Anyone trapped in the closet with these two would be grumpy.

“It was that chick… um…” Slater pressed his finger to his chin and rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. “Jocelyn, right?”

Why did he know that?

“Wait…” Levi held up his hands. “That was like four months ago. How is that possible? There’s a line of pussy in this school begging to fuck you.”

“I wouldn’t say begging,” Slater argued.

“Have you seen how girls look at him?”

That was only because of my last name. They wanted my money. Kratz Enterprises was well known. My father owned three of the five major car manufacturers, had Wall Street in his back pocket, and had his hand in numerous other companies.

Don’t get me wrong, I looked good. I worked out and took care of myself, but that didn’t stop bitches from seeing dollar signs when they looked at me.

“We should set him up.”

Levi nodded, “Agreed.”

I sighed, “Not interested.”

“Why not?” Levi asked.

“I have standards.” Unlike those two, two feet and a heartbeat were the only requirements for them, and when it came to Levi, I seriously questioned the heartbeat part of that.

“He is kind of picky,” Slater said.

“That’s true,” Levi agreed. “But he does like blondes.”

“Only if they’re natural,” Slater pointed out.

Why the fuck were they talking about this? “I’m right here.”

“Charlotte?” Levi asked as if he didn’t hear me.

“No,” Slater shook his head. “She has a tattoo.”

“Roxy?”

“Wears too much makeup.”

“Tammy?”

“Dresses like a whore.”

“Donna?”

“Maybe… no wait, she’s pierced.”

Levi’s brow arched. “Really?”

“Yup.” Slater nodded.

“How is she?”

“Not bad. She can suck a mean cock.”

“But does she swallow?”

Fuck sakes, I couldn’t listen to this anymore. Nothing was worth this torture.

I kicked the door open so hard it slammed against the wall, startling Ravi, the dean, and everyone else.

Dean Richards’ eyes rounded, while a look of relief washed over Ravi’s face, and Levi held his hands up in a silent ‘what the fuck.’

Slater was the only one who was vocal about his discontent. “A little warning next time.”

Ignoring him, I locked eyes with the dean. “Looks like you’re having fun.”

“At least someone is,” Ravi muttered. “What took you so long? If I had to fuck this guy for another second, I’d have slit my own throat.”

Slater snickered, and Levi stepped out of the closet, while the dean looked very confused. His eyes bounced from one of us to the other, then around the room, before a bolt of realization sparked through his expression.

“This is a setup?”

“Congratulations,” Levi clapped his hands. “The genius gets it.”

The irony of the dean’s statement was that he said it while Ravi’s dick was still in his ass. A fact that Slater didn’t miss.

“For fuck’s sake, Ravi,” he held his hand up to shield his view. “Put your dick away.”

“Yeah, alright, this prick isn’t going to make me come anyway.” Ravi pulled his dick out, but took his time taking the condom off, as if he was enjoying the grimace on his brother’s face.

The dean did not take his time. I’d never seen anyone get dressed so fast in my life. He jumped up and threw his clothes on. Well, what clothes he could. When he went to grab his shirt, Slater stepped on it.

“Uh-uh,” he tsked while wagging his finger.

“Get out,” he dean snarled. “Or I’ll call security.”

“You sure you want to do that?” I held up my phone and hit play on the recording.

All the color drained from Dean Richards’ face, and for some fucking reason, he looked over at Ravi. “Are you going to let them do this?”

Ravi looked at him like he was the dumbest motherfucker on the planet. “It was my idea.”

That it was.

“Now,” I slipped the phone in my pocket and tipped my head down at the dean. “About Slater’s sus?—”

My terms got cut short when the door swung open and a female voice rang through the room. “I’m sorry, but I’ve been waiting out there for… ah…”

We looked at her.

She looked at us with a pair of the greenest eyes I’d ever seen.

The deep jade color sparkled through the lenses of her glasses, as she looked from me to Slater, down to the dean—who was bent over trying to pry his shirt from under Slater’s foot—up to Levi, then over to Ravi—who still didn’t have his fucking pants on.

It did not look good.

It took a minute for her to speak, and when she did, suspicion riddled her sweet tone. “What’s going on here?”

“Nothing,” Levi the genius answered.

Normally, Levi was pretty smooth. There was a reason people referred to Levi as the dark Casanova.

He might look like a fuck boy, with dark hair and bright grey eyes, but underneath that mask of charm hid the smile of a sadist. I admired the way he could pull the wool over people’s eyes while lying to their faces.

In this case, I wanted to slap him.

Then the dean opened his mouth. “Help me.”

Really?

I shoved the dean back down when he tried to stand up. “You’re fucking pathetic.”

What the fuck did he think she could do? She was tiny. The girl might weigh ninety pounds soaking wet. I’d be amazed if the top of her head came up to my shoulder. Not to mention, I highly doubted she was the fighting type.

She was wearing glasses, had her golden hair in a ponytail, and wore a sweater three sizes too big with a damn pencil skirt. Girls who looked like that were too busy organising the yearbook committee to talk back, let alone pick a fight.

“I think you guys should leave.”

My brow arched. That, I was not expecting.

“Pfft,” Levi snorted. “Can you believe this chick?”

Said chick took a step forward. “What was that?”

“He said, get the fuck out,” I answered. “This is none of your business.”

“Yeah,” she shook her head. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Who the fuck was this chick?

“In fact…” She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture.

Bitch!

“I think you guys should go before I upload this to the school blog.”

That was her big threat?

“Go ahead.” Who cared about the school blog?

Slater leaned in and quietly pointed out, “Our dads look at that blog.”

Fuck. Levi and the twins' fathers wouldn’t be happy, but mine would rip us apart. Public image was important to him. Maybe if Ravi had his goddamn pants on, then her threat wouldn’t be a problem.

“You don’t want to make an enemy out of me, Sweet Cheeks.”

“Listen,” she sighed as if I were a nuisance. “I’ve already had a bad day, and I’m not dealing with anymore assholes…” She held up the phone and hovered her finger over the screen. “So, you have thirty seconds to leave, or I’m gonna hit this upload button.”

I could grab that phone out of her hand before she could push shit. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was that she got in our way and insisted on staying there. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Well, right now I’m the girl who can destroy your reputation with one finger.”

Alright, if that was how she wanted to play this, fine. I’d let her have her little victory. She’d better enjoy it while she could. The guys and I exchanged a look. We were all thinking the same thing. Whoever this chick was, she was fucking dead.

“Come on, guys.” I waved over my shoulder and headed for the door.

There was no point in hanging around. We had what we needed.

When we all headed out the door, the bitch smiled at me. Fucking smiled and waved her little hand. “Bye-bye now.”

My eyes narrowed in on her. “Watch your back. This shit isn’t over.”

Snotty little cunt didn’t so much as bat an eye at my threat, which both pissed me off and turned me on. I was going to enjoy tearing her world apart.