Tate got to work setting up the lines. I checked the rest of the room. Drake was getting a blow job from some random chick whose name I couldn’t remember. He was messed up out of his mind and didn’t seem to mind some guy was holding his cock while the girl sucked him.
I shook my head. Hail’s parties were never my scene. My idea of a good time was reading a book and hiding from this shit.
“There you go, pussy. Do it up!” Hail shouted, thumping me on the back.
I bent down and took the rolled-up hundred Tate handed me, hoping Stella wasn’t fucking with me, and snorted my line while Hail snorted his. Before I could get up all the way, he wrapped his hands around my head and pressed his forehead to mine. Rather than push him away and deal with any bullshit consequences, I waited for whatever he needed to say in his stoned stupor.
“Don’t fuck up.”
“Of course. I just want to see what the big deal with Stella is,” I said tightly, knowing damn well this was out of character for me.
I had no idea what he meant about fucking it up. As far as he knew, it was simply sex.
“Fine. Go. Fuck my whore…After you take a drink!” He released me and pushed a shot into my hand then downed one of his own. Sighing, I swallowed the booze, my head spinning. He shoved another at me. And another. I downed six before I stumbled away, knowing I was about to regret being born.
“You’ll have fun fucking him now, Stella,” Hail slurred out. “I got him loosened up for you. Mostly.” He winked at me with both eyes.
“Thanks," Stella said, taking my hand in hers and leading me out of the room.
The second we were in the hall, I fell back against the wall, my head a mess and my heart racing.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“Get your shit together,” she instructed, adjusting her breasts in her top. “I’m taking you somewhere.”
“I’m not really interested in fucking you, you know,” I managed to say.
“That's too bad. I heard you're a good lay with a big dick.” She held her hand out to me again. “I was thinking I could take you to see Bianca.”
“What?” I blinked at her. “Dominic will fucking gut me.”
"Dominic and the kings aren’t on campus. She's with Aubrey McIntire in Dom’s room right now. I just texted Dom and asked him when he’d be back because I don’t like it when he’s gone. He said it's still early, and he’s with his father. He told me to meet him around midnight when he gets back. That gives you a solid two hours of alone time with Bianca.
“Why would you do this?” I asked, trying to keep my shit together.
My heart thudded hard against muscle and bone, and my vision swam. Coke wasn’t my drug of choice. If I wanted to mellow out and get stoned, weed was my preferred method. Coke always made me feel like I was running a marathon. One I couldn’t win.
“Because it’s fun,” she said, shrugging. “And Dom makes me furious sometimes. He ignores me for her.”
I snorted at that. Of course he ignored her for Bianca. Who the hell wouldn’t?
“It could get me killed.”
“Me too.” She shrugged again. “But life gets boring without a little spice.”
I shook my head. She was certifiably insane. It was probably why she appealed to Hail so much. Not that he wouldn’t throw her under the bus the first chance he got, but he was typically decent to his loyal piece of ass. And by decent, I meant he wouldn’t kill her right out the gates. He’d let her live for a bit before he ditched her. It was, after all, the thrill in the torture which got him off.
“So you coming or what?” She took a few steps and looked back at me.
“I'm high and drunk as balls right now. My heart is trying to break through my chest."
She scoffed. “Bianca is married to Dominic De Santis and in love with Vincent and Levin. Do you think she's new to guys being stoned and drunk around her? Do you not know the kings at all?”
“You're right.” I pushed myself off the wall and stumbled. “Take me to their queen.”
She laughed. “Your death wish is my command.”