Kingpin (Court University 2)

“Nice place,” I stated. Though a bit uncivilized. I sneered as some guy drank shots off a girls tits who lay on the middle of a table like a buffet. She literally was the buffet. Covered completely in body paint, she had tropical fruit and sushi decorating her body, people pulling California rolls off her like that was normal.

Niko smirked. “Thanks. Appreciate it.” Then he pointed over to Sinclair. “Sinclair, bro. Drink for you and your girl?”

“Sure.” Though something of a grumble left Sinclair’s lips as Niko guided us through the circus and circus it was. There were people everywhere and basically falling out the windows there were so many. I couldn’t believe all this was going on across the street from my rental, a modest cottage-style. We followed Niko’s wide frame through and while he stalked, Sinclair grabbed me. “I asked you to let me do the talking outside.”

He never asked. He told me. I shook my head. “I know, but it’s not a big deal.”

“Actually, it is a big deal. You don’t know these people—”

A collision, red wine completely covering my white fleece. A girl had dropped it, a beautiful girl with dark hair in a red dress, and the guy across from her joined the party too with his beer. Surprised, he sloshed the contents of the mug all over me, completely drenching me through to my T-shirt underneath. I knew because I felt immediately sticky, freaking out.

Both parties involved stopped dancing around me.

“Oh, my gosh I’m so sorry!” The girl with the now empty wine glass waved her arms wildly. Beside her, the guy with the empty mug just stared. She hit him. “Knight! Get her a towel or something.”

“Right. Towel.” He looked around, a blond girl under his arm. “Okay. Don’t have a towel.” He frowned at the girl with the wine glass. “You got a towel, December? You should look too. You dropped the wine on her.”

“I don’t have a towel. Fuck!” She flailed again and beside her was another guy, a blond one who was beautiful as fuck like basically the rest of them. He had his arm around December’s waist, and when she looked at him, he simply shrugged.

He shook his head. “I don’t have anything,” he said, then looked at me. He put a hand out, patting the air. “We’ll figure this out.”

“What’s to figure out? She’s covered in wine and booze.” The girl with platinum blond hair under Knight’s arm tugged his shirt. “Knight?”

He groaned. “I said I didn’t have anything.”

“Eh. What’s the hold up?” Niko swung back around, and at this point, Sinclair had stripped his coat off and was attempting to pat me dry with that. Niko’s eyebrows dashed up, a chuckle curling his lips up. He shot a thumb back. “We got towels in the kitchen.”

At least someone had something, and groaning, I left Sinclair and stalked away from the crew freaking out on me. The girls were completely out of sorts while the two guys just stood there. Meanwhile, my boyfriend was trailing after me, still trying to pat me down with his coat, and chuckling, Niko led us on.

“I feel so bad. I didn’t even see her.”

The dark-haired girl had said that, December as I recognized her voice. I was more so focusing on getting dry and saving my fleece at this point, and getting to the kitchen, Niko redirected Sinclair and me to the bar there. He had an array of booze set up on the counter and taking some club soda, he lifted it. “For the wine stain?”

“Good idea,” Sinclair said, waving for my fleece, and though I took it off, I exchanged it for his coat. I pressed it up to my beer-soaked tits. Since I wasn’t wearing a bra on under my oversized shirt on, I looked like I was going for a wet t-shirt contest. My shirt was even white to boot.

Trying not to call attention to myself, I waited as Niko grabbed a bunch of kitchen towels across the kitchen. He handed them off to me, and with a muffled thanks, I took them before tucking Sinclair’s coat between my legs and attempting to get some of the beer off my shirt. The thing was soaked through so I immediately went for the sink to at least try to get some of the beer out. They had a sprayer there. I turned on the water, then grabbed for it, but Niko launched for me.

“Wait. That doesn’t work—”

Soaked when the sprayer lost its complete mind and covered my shirt. I fought with it, screaming while Niko took the initiative and turned the thing off. If I was wet before I was submerged now, my pink nipples basically on display, and Sinclair’s eyes widening, he took my fleece and covered me.

“Okay. We need to go now,” he said, and at this point, Niko was completely howling. He’d fought it before with stiff cheeks but burst through with the nozzle in his hand.

“Don’t make her go, bro,” he chuckled, basically crying in laughter. He slapped his leg before returning the sprayer to the sink. “We’re, uh, working on getting that fixed. And your girl is completely soaked, and it’s cold outside. I’ll get her something to wear before you guys go back.”

“Please.”

Niko waved at him, and when I moved, Sinclair grabbed at me. “You’re staying.”

“Uh, no way am I getting dressed in this kitchen.” I snatched the fleece, using it to cover myself before jerking my chin at Niko. “I’m assuming you have a bathroom.”

“A few.” He smirked again before dashing his well-trimmed eyebrows over at Sinclair. “You going to be good by yourself or do you need to help her dress too?”

The jab had pissed me off but shot so much color into Sinclair’s cheeks his nostrils actually flared. Growling, he stared. “No, she doesn’t need me.”

And since I didn’t, I pulled his coat from between my legs and handed it to him. He looked like he wanted to do anything but stand there, but with what Niko said, I think we both were trying to prove a point here. I told him I’d be okay before following Niko through his Never Never Land and scaling up the stairs to the second level. There was less foot traffic up here, a guy or girl or two making out on the s

tairwell, but Niko stalked passed them like it wasn’t an issue. It clearly wasn’t for him and heading down the hall, he stopped in front of the first door.