Royal Prick (A Stepbrother Romance #2)(55)

“Bitch!” Jordan hollered at me over the roar of the music that was blasting out of the speakers and into our ears.

“What the hell?” I questioned her. I didn’t even let my mom call me a bitch. I wasn’t sure how I felt about letting Jordan do it. Then again, I kind of was being a bitch today.

“Fuckboy keeps texting me. He wants to make sure you’re going to be with me all night.” Jordan smiled with mischief in her eyes. I knew that look. It meant that she was up to something that was probably going to get us in a shit ton of trouble.

In that case, Aye, Aye Captain.

“Did you tell him to get f*cked?” A giggle erupted from my throat. I covered it with more liquid courage, downing the other shot I had just poured before Jordan swayed over toward me.

“No. I did bait him though. I asked him what he would do if you weren’t?” Such a tease Jordan was. I bet she had him climbing the walls of the house.

“Well I’m an adult so I can do whatever the f*ck I want… And guess what?” I leaned into her. “He’s not here so I really can do whatever I want.” There was way too much excitement bubbling inside of me.

What could I possibly do in the time it took for him to find me? Probably nothing more than I was currently doing, since I haven’t even tried to get up and walk yet. That would be another struggle of my life.

“That’s just it. Echo…” She looked around the room to see if anyone was watching us.

“Texted me to let me know that there was a fight going down tonight between Warrior and Prince Royal.” Her eyebrow lifted up at me in question.

“Prince Royal?” My brow furrowed.

“Fuckboy is fighting tonight in the old industrial park on South Blvd. I thought he was supposed to stay out of trouble? Trouble which included fights?” Jordan, questioned me. My body hummed at the thought of him shirtless, sweat dripping down his rigid muscles, the tension in his body, and the feral look in his eyes.

My vag clenched at the mere images floating around inside my mind.

“Let’s go!” I jumped up from my chair, my legs severely wobbly, forcing me to reach out and grip the side of the table. Apparently walking was going to be a whole lot harder than I expected.

“Woah, Chief…. Slow it down, I didn’t say we we’re going anywhere. I was just telling you what was going on. So chill the f*ck out.” Jordan grabbed me by the arm as if she was trying to steady me. I stared her down. There was no way in hell she could come over here and say that kind of shit to me and not expect for me to not want to go.

I might have wanted to leave that house and get away from Royal hours ago, but now I wanted nothing more than to be chest to chest with him. My lady bits were on fire as I thought about touching him and him touching me right back.

“We’re going.” The drinks were going straight to my head. I knew they were, but who cared when you were ten sheets to the wind?

“Last I checked you can’t even stand on your feet, let alone drive anywhere.” Jordan snickered under her breath. I was about to hand this girl her ass if she didn’t stop insulating me. Drunk or not, we were going and if she tried to stop me I would leave without her ass.

“I hate you. You know that right?” I growled, letting the liquor even out in my bloodstream.

“Hate’s a strong word. A word you should use when talking about Fuckboy. Not when you’re talking to your best friend.” She tried to pretend as if she was offended by my comment, but I could tell she really wasn’t. She knew I was too drunk to mean anything by it.

“We’re going, Jordan. We can stay in the back and out of his sight, but I really want to go. Pretty please,” I pleaded, begged. Basically did everything I could to let her know we were going.

“Whatever. We will go but if I get yelled at by him I am blaming you, and you’re taking the punishment.” She threw her hands up in the air in defeat. He wouldn’t even know we were there. We would go, watch him, and slip out the back before he even got a whiff of us being in the same area as him. All I wanted was to see him in action.

The anticipation and desires that were filling my body were making me drunker. The effects alcohol had on emotions seemed to be high.

“It will be our little secret, Jordan,” I whispered causing laughter to filter out of her throat. She helped me up and out of the house. Of course, everyone else was heading to the fight. Jordan and I had just got in the car, when a cute guy named Gabriel came up to the passenger side window. I had spoken to him in passing a couple times inside the house and seen him numerous times at school.

“Are you guys going over to the Industrial Park?” Gabriel asked. His eyes were so beautiful, as if they were calling to me, that or the shots were really getting to me.

“Yes, sir!” I answered before Jordan could.

“Can we come with?” He gestured to someone behind him. I knew I should have said no, that it was wrong to let two guys we didn’t know go somewhere with us. But call me dumb because I didn’t care.

Royal wasn’t here to keep me in line and my mother wasn’t around to lecture me about every single choice I made. This is what I wanted, the chance to make my own choices without having to listen to either of them. I didn’t want the lectures or disappointment that would come with it all.

“Get in.” I unlocked the car doors, and Jordan looked at me deadpanned.