LEVIN
“Come on,” Celeste breathed out as she rubbed my cock through my jeans.
I slammed back my drink and ignored her. I’d seen Bianca and Dominic all over one another. Apparently, she’d gotten over being pissed off at him.
Good for him.
It didn’t hurt any less. Watching her suck Vincent off earlier in the dark had my rage bubbling over. The vision of her on her knees, eating his cock like a starved dog lingered in my mind, causing my fury to rise still. And not because one of my best friends had gotten off.
But because it wasn’t me. I wanted to be involved. But now, I was an outsider to something I should’ve been part of.
Fallon had left soon after Dom and Vincent had taken Bianca away. Shit was going down, and I wasn’t invited. I had no idea the status of any of that, but I vowed I’d find out the first chance I got.
I imagined they were all fucking her in Dom’s room. I pictured her on her knees, gazing up at Dom with those too-blue fucking eyes as he slid his cock deep into her mouth. Her hand stroking Vincent’s dick as he let out a groan, his head falling back.
Is she thinking about me while they take turns on her? Does she wish I was there to help? Wish I was there to feed her my cock—
“Levy!” Celeste jutted her bottom lip out at me. “You’re not paying attention to me.”
“Sorry,” I grunted, shoving the thought of Fallon fucking her out of my head. Of course the asshole had to pop up and ruin everything. “Guess I’m tired.”
“We can leave,” she said, biting her bottom lip.
I nodded, wanting to see if I’d run into Dom. Our dorm rooms were on the same floor.
“Let’s go.” I nudged her forward as she giggled like a fucking airhead.
We left the dip and walked to the dorms. She giggled and clung to me the entire time. As far as conversations went, she wasn’t great. Everything came out sounding fake and overly inflated.
“I can’t wait to see your room,” she said, twining her fingers with mine.
I snorted and shoved open the door to my building. Silently, we rode the elevator to the top floor where mine, Dom’s, and Vincent’s rooms were—where even Ivanov’s room was. Luckily, his room was around the corner, so his stupid ass wasn’t something I saw a lot of up here. He was always with his boys or holed up snorting coke with his disciples and their whores.
I strolled slowly past Dom’s room, straining to see if I could hear him fucking Bianca.
Nothing.
Maybe they’d gone to Vincent’s room. His was farther down the hall than mine but to hell with it. I led Celeste to Vincent’s room and stood outside it, listening intently.
Again, nothing.
Fuck.
“Are you going to open the door?” Celeste asked, twirling a piece of hair around her finger.
“Wrong room. I’m really wasted,” I muttered, turning and moving back to my room. I pushed the key into the handle, unlocked the door, and stepped inside with Celeste on my heels.
“Ooh, it’s really clean,” she said, stepping deeper into my space.
My heart pounded. I hated having chicks in my room. I’d always preferred being in theirs where I could fuck them and leave.
She stopped in front of my record collection and slid my Rolling Stones album out, wrinkling her nose.
“What’s this?”
“One of the greatest bands in the world,” I said, going to my little fridge and taking out a beer. I downed the entire can in one go and then opened another.
“Can we listen to it?” She looked at me with hopeful eyes.
“ No,” I said quickly.
That was bumblebee’s band. Our band. Ridiculous fucking thought, but I wasn’t going to share it with Celeste.
I took another deep drink of my beer and slid out my phone as Celeste pouted and put my album back onto the shelf. She sauntered over to my bed and settled on the edge as I leaned against my dresser.
I thumbed out a message to Dom.
Me: Where are you?
I stared at the screen until my eyes burned, but no reply came. I didn’t need to ask where he was. I knew where the fuck he was. He was with bumblebee. So was Vincent. And probably that fucking weasel Vasiliev. The F-Word. The cunt who was taking my girl.
Should’ve just fucking shot him.
“Come here, Levy,” Celeste called out, patting the spot next to her on my bed.
I finished my beer and grabbed a bottle of whiskey before I marched over to sit beside her.
“You know, you’re my boyfriend now. I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to drink so much.” She took my whiskey slowly from my hands.
I ground my teeth as I stared at her. Purposefully, I reached into my front pocket and pulled out a joint. Staring at her, I sparked it up with the lighter from my pants pocket.
She watched me with narrowed eyes, her lips turned into a deep frown.
I took a long drag and let the burn fill me.