Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 108656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Sitting back, he stared up at the ceiling, waiting for his parents to leave. All he needed was the final slam of the door. His parents didn’t give a shit if he had parties or even fucked over the entire house, just so long as by Sunday night it was clean.
He paid a lot of money to a cleaning company to come on Saturday to make sure the place looked as good as new. Rubbing at his eyes, he waited. They were taking fucking longer than usual and starting to piss him off.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he closed his eyes and counted in his head. By the time he got to thirty, he heard the slam of the door.
Smiling, he looked toward his boys. They were all fucking sheep. They kept on looking at him for guidance and shit. He didn’t even know why they were his friends half the time. Actually, that wasn’t true. It was because they were paid to keep an eye on him. He’d seen the evidence of that in his father’s study. He’d caught sight of the bank accounts his father placed money in every single month. Not to mention the fact they were always hanging around with him. He’d even tried to test each of them to see if he could push them away. So far, nothing had worked. They all had stuck around to see how far he’d go.
“Time to call the calvary, boys. Let’s get this party started.” While his friends dealt with getting their school peers to his house, he called the guys who could bring him the booze without question. Money talked a hell of a lot more than threats.
Within an hour, his place was heaving. People were everywhere. Chicks were naked, jumping all around and begging to be fucked. Drinks adorned every single counter, and a couple of kids were already smoking dope or dealing out coke.
He didn’t touch any of the drugs. Swigging on his beer, he looked around the party, waiting for one person, Prudence. He hadn’t caught sight of Ree yet, but that bitch was simply waiting to be taken into a corner and fucked.
Moving his way through the crowds, he glared at the girls who thought they had a chance with him. He fucked who he wanted to and anyone else could wait in line or fuck off.
He caught sight of Marco snorting a couple of lines. Just because they hated how far he was willing to push with death didn’t mean they didn’t have their own vices. All three of his friends were pathetic, weak, fucking morons. None of them were a challenge to him.
One picture taken at just the right angle and they were all fucking fools. Each and every single one of them. He got a clear shot of Marco, making sure to capture the lines and the sweet look of release on his face.
He was pleased with the way the night was going. The cops wouldn’t come because they were all too fucking afraid of his family and what they could do.
Standing by the side of the pool, he watched the girls as they fought opposite the boys, throwing a ball back and forth. Half of the girls had their tits hanging out of their tops.
Swigging from his beer, he moved on, bored with the party already. Everything was carrying on how every other party did. Heading back into the house, he got a little aroused when he caught sight of two chicks starting a fight. It didn’t last long, though, before they were kissing and heading upstairs. Each of the rooms had a video camera and he always opted on what footage to keep and what to get rid of.
Just as he was about to give up with the lack of excitement, he spotted her. Ree. The girl who was best friends with a certain girl he didn’t like. Prudence. She was nowhere in sight and it pissed him off.
Now if Ree’s friend had arrived, he would’ve been able to have some fun, but now, he was angry.
After finishing off his beer, he threw it into the trash and walked over to Ree. The moment she caught sight of him, her eyes seemed to sparkle, and he hated that shit. He was no one’s savior. “Where’s your friend?”
“What?” she asked.
“The bitch you hang out with. Where is she?”
“Oh, Prudence didn’t want to come. She doesn’t like parties at all.”
“Then you better get your fucking ugly ass out of here. I don’t want you here unless she’s here. Do I make myself clear?” He grabbed the back of her neck and shoved her out the door, not even caring if he hurt her.
People would learn to do as they were told. He was getting tired of being taken for an idiot. Slamming the door closed, he ignored the round of applause that greeted him. She wasn’t the first person to be thrown out of his home, and she wouldn’t be the last.