My next romance is definitely on the dark side. Meet Tuck Murphy, the President of Tri-Chi. He’s tall, blond, tattooed, and rules the roost of his fraternity. When he sets his eyes on the Omega Omega pledge, Anijah, everything changes for the notorious campus playboy.
Fraternity Plaything | Excerpt
Her hand connects with my face and if we weren’t standing in the middle of a Tri-Chi social mixer, I might have slapped back.
“You’re a pig!” she yells, stomping away in a skimpy little crop top showing off her pierced belly button and a skirt that’s so short I can almost see her ass cheeks hanging out.
Emily drags me by the collar into the house kitchen.
“What the hell did you say to the pledge, Tuck?”
“I didn’t do it.”
“Stop being such a dick. She’s a new pledge. We can’t have her going to the Dean and reporting us for hazing.”
“I thought all your new pledges were chill.”
“She is chill, but if you go creeping around freshman girls, maybe she won’t be so chill.”
“Jealous?”
Emily blows her pin-straight blonde hair out of her face.
“I have a boyfriend, Tuck.”
“That didn’t stop us from hooking up last weekend.”
“If you tell Kyle…”
“Relax. I won’t tell Kyle.”
“Good. What did you say to her, then? I need to do damage control.”
“I told her I’d never been with a black girl and if she wanted to, she could be my first.”
“Earth to Tuck, that is not politically correct!”
“Do I look like the dude who cares about being politically correct?”
“Whatever. What you said wasn’t that bad. She had no right to slap you.”
“Exactly. Get your fucking pledge in line.”
“That’s not my job,” Emily whines.
“Right. Your job is sucking me off every Saturday instead of going to Kyle’s baseball games.”
“Shut up. Just shut up!”
“Kiss for the king?”
“There’s a reason everyone on this campus hates you,” Emily snaps, denying me a kiss.
“What did I do?”
She storms off, leaving one last word, “Get Allison to fix this. Otherwise, I don’t care.”
“Whatever.”
I crack open another PBR and wander through the crowd to find the sister sorority VP, Allison Wallis. She’s leaning all over Chet Burke, who has a girlfriend, last time I checked. Not like Allison minds laying flat for the frat every chance she gets.
“Yo, Ally.”
She rolls her eyes and stumbles forward, nearly emptying her red cup all over me. I step back, dusting off my turquoise polo while fiddling with the nub on the top of the can.
“What do you want, Tuck?”
“Your black pledge just slapped me in front of everyone downstairs. You need to get that frosh in line.”
“Can’t you see I’m busy?”
Chet pries himself away from her, leaving Ally very free to do exactly what I fucking asked her.
“Thanks for fucking up my guaranteed hookup.”
“Stop being a slut for five seconds. I’m trying to tell you something.”
“Right… something racist?”
“No. Nothing racist. But your black pledge just slapped me across the face.”
“She has a name.”
“She’s a fucking freshman. I don’t care what her name is.”
“Well you can’t call her the ‘black pledge’. We didn’t accept her because she’s black.” Allison sounds defensive, which makes me think she did exactly that.
“Right, I’m sure the n-word incident from last year had nothing to do with that.”
“First of all, Tuck, Katie said she was sorry about that and Anijah’s family is fucking loaded. Her parents are like… major rich plastic surgeons or something. Her dad did Kim K’s fifth BBL.”
“Yo, her name’s Anijah?”
“Yes. And why did she slap you, anyway? I’m sure you deserved it.”
“Dude, it doesn’t fucking matter if I deserved it. These freshman chicks need to learn how to behave. I’m the Tri-Chi President and a goddamn senior. What do I have to do to get a little respect around here? We can always start hanging out with the Pi Pi girls instead…”
“If you let these Pi Pi coke whores into this house after all the goodwill we’ve built up —
“Exactly. Don’t lose your brother fraternity over some bullshit frosh.”
“Fine. I’ll get her in line. What did you say to her, anyway?”
“Does it matter?”
“This may surprise you, Tuck, but not every girl’s mesmerized by your stupid grey eyes or your fucking tattoos.”
“There’s always the golden hair.”
“You are seriously the worst.”
“Is that why you fucked me last summer?”
“First of all, Tuck, that was an accident. I didn’t mean to fuck you.”
“Dude, you climbed into my bed and said you wanted to ride me like a mechanical bull.”
“I hate you,” she snaps.
“The feeling’s mutual, babe.”
“If you get the fuck out of here, I’ll talk to her like you asked, but I have one request.”
“What?”
“Do not sleep with her.”
“Jealous?”
“I’m not fucking jealous. But you can’t sleep with every girl in our sorority.”
“Right.”
I pop my collar and finish my beer before handing Ally the can to toss out. She desperately shoves the can into the trash before pulling down her low-cut shirt to flash her boobs at some douche who Bryan won’t stop inviting to our private mixers. I ought to grab the guy by the neck and toss him the fuck out, but I have other priorities.
Hot, black priorities. And now I know her name… I push this twiggy loser with a Justin Bieber bowl cut away from the pong table and pry the racquet from his spindly hands to start a game. I could win a game of beer pong with my eyes closed.
Now that I’m playing, I have a perfect view of her. Anijah. She’s standing against the wall, Emily on her left and Ally on her right, my minions doing my dirty work. She’s crying and fidgeting with her name plate necklace hanging against her chest right above her enormous tits.
Poor bratty little frosh. I wonder how her tits would look outside of that tiny crop top. And since when do Omega Omega girls let their sisters walk into frat houses with skirts that short? She has this little tattoo on the top of her thigh and if I stare hard enough, maybe I can read it…
A white ping-pong ball whizzes past my head as this chick’s thighs distract me.
“Watch it, Lucas, you fucking dick.”
“Pay attention, bro,” he slurs.
I grab bowl-cut by the sleeve and bark at him to get new balls from the kitchen. I fucking hate pledges, man. He comes back with a new ball and I sneer at him with a wicked smile on my face.
“See that blonde girl? If you win this game of pong, I’ll get her to sleep with you.”
The kid turns red like he thinks I’m fucking joking or something.
“Yo, Emily. Come here.”
Emily bounds over like a little lapdog, her tits bouncing in a tight white shirt, her nipples poking through. God, she can be such a tease.
“What?”
“If bowl-cut wins this game, will you fuck him?”
“Is that what you want, Tuck?”
“Duh.”
“Fine. I’ll fuck him if he wins. But no one beats Tuck Murphy at beer pong.”
Atta girl. I have the Omega Omega girls so well trained.
The stupid kid accepts my challenge. Pledges are so fucking gullible. I could destroy him in my sleep.
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