STEPBROTHER
WOW
The
Stepbrother Romance Series Book #1
BAD
BOY FRAT
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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CHAPTER
1
“ Yo , Donnie—what do you
think she’s packing? Cs, Ds?” I rolled my eyes at the question from Alex, as
the camera panned over the line of cheerleaders on the sidelines of a
Dolphins-Jets game.
“Cs. Not full enough for Ds,” I replied, sparing Donnie the trouble. It amused the
hell out of me that none of the boys in Phi Kappa Alpha had managed to decode
bra sizes and what they meant. All they knew was that C and D were “big.” It
was funny—to me at least—when I could poke holes in their stories about making
it with a girl with “Total double Ds, man,” by pointing out that I knew for a
fact that whichever girl they were referring to was a C-cup
or in some cases even a B.
While the handful of guys on the couch
with me were watching the game, they were also talking about the
upcoming party. Phi Kappa Alpha had a reputation to maintain, and they were
only too aware of it; they never wanted to have a party that was too much of a
repeat of a previous one—at least not one that had happened in the same school
year. The rest of the members of the frat were either in
classes, out with girlfriends, or on a beer and supplies run. A couple
of the guys in the living room with me were upperclassmen, seniors in the frat;
a couple of them were rushes, and a few had graduated to full frat membership.
They were working their way up the ranks in status and eager to prove that they
were just as capable of planning a rager as anyone in
the upper echelons of the fraternity.
“Hula theme is overplayed,” Fred, one of the
seniors, was saying. “We need something no one’s done yet, something that’ll
stand out.” I shrugged as the rest of the guys called out ideas—a Disney party
to encourage girls to show up in slutty princess outfits, or a hip-hop party, a
kid-themed party with bounce castles set up on the front lawn . They came up with a couple dozen ideas
in total, some of which were creative but not exactly realistic, some
completely horrible, and some mediocre or overused by other frats, hoping to
cash in on Phi Kappa’s popularity.
“I have a great idea, hear me out,” Jeremy said from
a few feet away from me. I glanced in his direction; it was thanks to him that
I was on the couch in the middle of a frat in the first place. “We could throw—a
Communist Party!” His suggestion was met with scattered boos around the room.
“Seriously, hear me out on this.”
“Don’t bring that freshman World History bullshit in
here,” Rodney called out.
“It’s cause he’s fucking
that Eastern Block chick, Svetlana or whatever her name is.”
“Dude, she’s hot though, can you blame him?”
“Seriously guys,” Jeremy said, shouting to drown out
their comments. “Here’s how you could do it: make everyone come dressed in red,
right?” Fred nodded, raising a hand to silence the others talking over their
brother. “Have vodka and rum drinks, make everyone bring something—like a mixer
or something like that—but they can’t drink what they brought, they
WOW
The
Stepbrother Romance Series Book #1
BAD
BOY FRAT
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
Get
Each of My Newly Released Books for 99 Cents By Clicking Here
Read about the first frat boy in
the book SLAMMED by clicking here
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me on Facebook : http://www.facebook.com/pages/Claire-Adams/547513332025338
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CHAPTER
1
“ Yo , Donnie—what do you
think she’s packing? Cs, Ds?” I rolled my eyes at the question from Alex, as
the camera panned over the line of cheerleaders on the sidelines of a
Dolphins-Jets game.
“Cs. Not full enough for Ds,” I replied, sparing Donnie the trouble. It amused the
hell out of me that none of the boys in Phi Kappa Alpha had managed to decode
bra sizes and what they meant. All they knew was that C and D were “big.” It
was funny—to me at least—when I could poke holes in their stories about making
it with a girl with “Total double Ds, man,” by pointing out that I knew for a
fact that whichever girl they were referring to was a C-cup
or in some cases even a B.
While the handful of guys on the couch
with me were watching the game, they were also talking about the
upcoming party. Phi Kappa Alpha had a reputation to maintain, and they were
only too aware of it; they never wanted to have a party that was too much of a
repeat of a previous one—at least not one that had happened in the same school
year. The rest of the members of the frat were either in
classes, out with girlfriends, or on a beer and supplies run. A couple
of the guys in the living room with me were upperclassmen, seniors in the frat;
a couple of them were rushes, and a few had graduated to full frat membership.
They were working their way up the ranks in status and eager to prove that they
were just as capable of planning a rager as anyone in
the upper echelons of the fraternity.
“Hula theme is overplayed,” Fred, one of the
seniors, was saying. “We need something no one’s done yet, something that’ll
stand out.” I shrugged as the rest of the guys called out ideas—a Disney party
to encourage girls to show up in slutty princess outfits, or a hip-hop party, a
kid-themed party with bounce castles set up on the front lawn . They came up with a couple dozen ideas
in total, some of which were creative but not exactly realistic, some
completely horrible, and some mediocre or overused by other frats, hoping to
cash in on Phi Kappa’s popularity.
“I have a great idea, hear me out,” Jeremy said from
a few feet away from me. I glanced in his direction; it was thanks to him that
I was on the couch in the middle of a frat in the first place. “We could throw—a
Communist Party!” His suggestion was met with scattered boos around the room.
“Seriously, hear me out on this.”
“Don’t bring that freshman World History bullshit in
here,” Rodney called out.
“It’s cause he’s fucking
that Eastern Block chick, Svetlana or whatever her name is.”
“Dude, she’s hot though, can you blame him?”
“Seriously guys,” Jeremy said, shouting to drown out
their comments. “Here’s how you could do it: make everyone come dressed in red,
right?” Fred nodded, raising a hand to silence the others talking over their
brother. “Have vodka and rum drinks, make everyone bring something—like a mixer
or something like that—but they can’t drink what they brought, they
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