Tough Shit (Rejects Paradise 1)

A grin rips across my face. I could break the news to him nicely, but he’s been nothing but a cocky prick since I first met him, not to mention that he offered to marry me for a payday. I’m assuming the wedding is off now that he’s probably worked out that I’m not related to Daddy Warbucks.

“Yeah,” I tell him, not sugar-coating it and making sure it comes across as bitchy as possible. “I saw them getting freaky during the party behind the pool house. It was right after I gave you fuckers matching suits. How was your bourbon by the way? It looked like you really enjoyed it. Personally, I’m not really into dark spirits.”

Spencer’s jaw clenches and fury ripples off him in waves, especially now being reminded of the fun I had during the party. “You’re lying.”

I shake my head, struggling to hold back my laughter. “Just ask her. A girl like that would probably tell you all about it. He was practically choking her, his dick was so far down her throat. I swear you could see the tears glistening in her eyes in the moonlight. It was so romantic especially with the gardens in the background.” I turn to Colton. “Those flowers really get your dad hard, you should be proud.”

Turning my gaze back on Spencer, I grin wide and hammer the last nail into the coffin. “Damn Spence, that cousin of yours, she really knows her way around a big, hard cock. It was a two hand job. I could practically see it sliding down her throat.”

Charlie chokes on a laugh as Spencer grabs me and slams me up against Colton’s chest, having no other wall space unless he was to walk around the next table. “What the fuck did you just say?” he spits as Colton grabs my waist, trying to hold me up to lessen the blow.

“You heard me, pretty boy. She was loving it, though anyone would if they thought they were about to get a big payday out of it.”

“My cousin ain’t no fucking whore, bitch.”

“Come on, now,” Weathers says from over near his desk with absolutely no care in his voice. Clearly, he’s given up on trying to break this shit up and is going with the ‘boys will be boys’ option and letting them sort it out themselves. Though when it comes to these guys, that’s probably a good idea.

Charlie clears his throat from behind us. “Actually, man,” he says awkwardly, scrunching his face as he looks across the room at Spencer. “I did see them walking out of the party around that time. She could be telling the truth, and besides, what does she have to gain by lying about it? Don’t act like she wasn’t offering to bend over for my old man six months ago for a business deal.”

“Fuck,” Spencer roars, curling his fists tighter against my upper arms and slamming me back against Colton again.

Colton releases my waist and snaps his arm out around me, punching his best friend high on his chest, forcing him to release my arms. “Back the fuck off, man. I know she’s a fucking bitch but she’s still a chick. Stop being so fucking rough.”

Spencer’s eyes flash down to me and as if only now realizing that he’s been throwing me around like a ragdoll, he releases me, though I’m not fooled, he doesn’t look a damn bit sorry about it. It’s not something I’ll be losing sleep over though. After all, I’m determined not to be a victim.

Spencer backs off a step and it’s just enough space for me to slip past him and to be met by Milo who checks me over and holds a cold drink bottle to the side of my face.

“What are we going to do about this?” Spencer asks, staring down Colton as though it’s his fault that his dad decided to fuck a 22-year-old skank.

Colton shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. Fucking leave it, man. He’ll get bored of her and fuck her off in a month or two. In the meantime, he gets his dick sucked and she gets to go shopping on his credit card. Hell, if she lasts three months, he’ll even give her a nice check to keep quiet.”

Spencer drops a shoulder and a loud roar comes tearing out of him as he slams into Colton’s stomach. The two of them go slamming into the wall and put a big hole in the drywall. Fists start flying and I thank whoever lives above that I was able to slip out of there before this bullshit went down.

Shit quickly gets out of control. “Fuck,” Charlie grunts, loosening his tie and going in after them. “Why’s it always me who has to break it up?”

And just like that, he dives in and the rest of the class crowds around, ready for the show.