3. Landon
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Landon
P olly droned on in my ear, yammering away about some shit I cared nothing about. By the time I got back downstairs, I was ready to tell her to fuck off. She was killing my good mood, and I had more tours to do. At least five more, if memory served me.
I bet none of the other new students would be as hot as Thea Ricci. Fuck me, she was my type. Petite, dark hair, curvy. Just the way I liked my women. The only fly in the ointment was she seemed mostly immune to my many charms.
Unlike Polly, who’d happily get on her knees and suck me off anywhere, anytime. The girl had no shame.
“I hear you guys are throwing a party on Friday?” Polly fluttered her eyelashes hopefully, probably realizing I was about to ditch her ass.
“It’s Cassian’s party.” From the way her face fell, she knew he’d never let her in the door. Polly’s family wasn’t the right caliber of rich and entitled. Polly’s father made his money in engineering, and while they were wealthy, they didn’t move in the same circles as the Forsyth family. I almost smiled. Cassian was as much a snob as his father. If your face didn’t fit, you were out.
Polly sidled closer, biting her lip and pressing her small tit against my bicep. I waited for my dick to respond. Nope. Nothing. Dead below the belt.
“Can’t you spring me an invite, Landon? I’ll bring Arabella and we can have a threesome.”
I shook my head. No way would Cassian let that bitch Arabella through the door. The one time she had come to one of our parties, he found her in his room, rifling through his shit like a fucking deranged stalker.
“Sorry. No can do. I’ll maybe see you at Onyx on Saturday night, yeah?” Onyx was a fight club in the nearby town. It flew under the radar, thanks to the remote location. The local police knew what went down there, but since most of them liked to place bets on Kyril, they never bothered doing anything about it.
The Russian fucker was mean as hell and positively feral when jacked up on vodka and aggression. This weekend’s fight promised to be particularly vicious, given Kyril had only just returned from an extended visit home where his stepmother was in residence.
I felt sorry for whatever poor sod they shoved in the ring with my friend.
Polly’s shoulders sagged with disappointment. “Sure, I guess so.”
My next fresher stood waiting for me, so I left Polly and pasted a welcoming smile on my face. Sadly, Neville Chambers was nowhere near as pretty as Thea. Although he did have impressively large man-boobs.
“Hey, Nev, ready for the tour?” I gave him my best, most cheerful smile.
“Y…y…yes?” I could tell Neville was already a fan of my winning personality.
“How about we check out the gym first? I'm guessing you’ll be joining the weight watchers club.”
Nev flushed bright red and looked like he might cry. I frowned. Had I said the wrong thing? Oops.