SLAMMED
#4
(The
Bad Boy Frat Series)
By
Claire Adams
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book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright
© 2015 Claire Adams
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CHAPTER
ONE
For what felt like a long time, I stared at the
newspaper that Jess had given me, looking at the picture as my stomach churned.
I’d had no idea that the morning was going to bring anything like this. My mind
swirled around, alternating between fear and worry for Zack’s
position— the possibility that he might be suspended from the team—and
growing anger at the sight of a woman grinding up on him. The alcohol didn’t
bother me in the slightest; I knew that Zack had started drinking before he
even came to college, and the whole point of the frat he belonged to was to
party as much as humanly possible.
“I don’t understand,” I said finally, looking from
the paper to Jess. “I mean, I really just don’t understand.”
Jess sat down heavily, shrugging. “The school has to
look like they’ll only tolerate a certain level of partying, and someone I
guess turned Zack in.”
“But…” I shook my head, staring at the picture once
more. Had I seen the girl before? Was she one of the girls that seemed to
always be around Zack? Had he slept with her? When was the picture from—it had
to have been recent to have been included in the article. “Who the hell is that
and what is Zack doing letting her be all over him like that?”
Jess shrugged again. “I’d seen Zack around a few
times before, and I mean, he’s sort of always been like that—wild, partying,
hitting up whatever girl would pay him the least bit of attention. I mean,
until you showed up, at least.”
I bit my bottom lip and put the newspaper down. I
felt hot and cold all at once, my heart pounding in my chest, my head already
starting to ache. Zack had been like this before I came back into the picture.
He had fooled around with girls, let them grind up on him—well, in fairness, I
thought, he and I had danced just like that the first time he had seen me in
years; why should I be surprised? I shouldn’t. But it still hurt; especially
since I had no idea if the picture was from long before I had come back into
his life or if it was from earlier in the night during the party I’d gone to
find him at . I couldn’t think straight—my head was
spinning.
“Do you think I made a huge mistake getting back
into his life?” I asked Jess. “I mean, that’s not the kind of person I am—do
you think…do you think that’s the kind of girl he wants?”
Jess shook her head. “He knows what kind of girl you
are and he clearly wants you. What are you so upset about, Evie ?”
I swallowed against the tightness I could feel
growing steadily worse in my throat. “I’m upset at the sight of the guy I like
being dry-humped by some girl!” I said, standing up and pacing across the
living room floor. “I mean, yeah, sure, whatever, double-fisting
beers is an old hat trick, I’ve seen him doing that before. It’s not
news. But what if he’s doing this…what if he’s still going after any girl
who’ll pay attention to him?”
I thought of seeing him in the dining hall line with
his arm around a girl,
#4
(The
Bad Boy Frat Series)
By
Claire Adams
This
book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright
© 2015 Claire Adams
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Read
Slammed #1 By Clicking Here
Read
Slammed #2 By Clicking Here
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Slammed #3 By Clicking Here
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CHAPTER
ONE
For what felt like a long time, I stared at the
newspaper that Jess had given me, looking at the picture as my stomach churned.
I’d had no idea that the morning was going to bring anything like this. My mind
swirled around, alternating between fear and worry for Zack’s
position— the possibility that he might be suspended from the team—and
growing anger at the sight of a woman grinding up on him. The alcohol didn’t
bother me in the slightest; I knew that Zack had started drinking before he
even came to college, and the whole point of the frat he belonged to was to
party as much as humanly possible.
“I don’t understand,” I said finally, looking from
the paper to Jess. “I mean, I really just don’t understand.”
Jess sat down heavily, shrugging. “The school has to
look like they’ll only tolerate a certain level of partying, and someone I
guess turned Zack in.”
“But…” I shook my head, staring at the picture once
more. Had I seen the girl before? Was she one of the girls that seemed to
always be around Zack? Had he slept with her? When was the picture from—it had
to have been recent to have been included in the article. “Who the hell is that
and what is Zack doing letting her be all over him like that?”
Jess shrugged again. “I’d seen Zack around a few
times before, and I mean, he’s sort of always been like that—wild, partying,
hitting up whatever girl would pay him the least bit of attention. I mean,
until you showed up, at least.”
I bit my bottom lip and put the newspaper down. I
felt hot and cold all at once, my heart pounding in my chest, my head already
starting to ache. Zack had been like this before I came back into the picture.
He had fooled around with girls, let them grind up on him—well, in fairness, I
thought, he and I had danced just like that the first time he had seen me in
years; why should I be surprised? I shouldn’t. But it still hurt; especially
since I had no idea if the picture was from long before I had come back into
his life or if it was from earlier in the night during the party I’d gone to
find him at . I couldn’t think straight—my head was
spinning.
“Do you think I made a huge mistake getting back
into his life?” I asked Jess. “I mean, that’s not the kind of person I am—do
you think…do you think that’s the kind of girl he wants?”
Jess shook her head. “He knows what kind of girl you
are and he clearly wants you. What are you so upset about, Evie ?”
I swallowed against the tightness I could feel
growing steadily worse in my throat. “I’m upset at the sight of the guy I like
being dry-humped by some girl!” I said, standing up and pacing across the
living room floor. “I mean, yeah, sure, whatever, double-fisting
beers is an old hat trick, I’ve seen him doing that before. It’s not
news. But what if he’s doing this…what if he’s still going after any girl
who’ll pay attention to him?”
I thought of seeing him in the dining hall line with
his arm around a girl,
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