Dark Romance Books: Fraternity Girlfriend
Nobody reading this wants to wait another second for Fraternity Girlfriend. I get it. There are only so many times you can re-read Book 1-3. Many readers think Tuck hasn’t proven his love for Anijah yet. By the end of this book, there will be no doubt in your mind how far Tuck will go. He’ll have to show up as the best version of himself for Anijah. The stakes have never been higher…
I don’t want to spoil a SINGLE thing that happens in this book so I’ve been keeping it quiet. Anijah’s finally a member of the Omega Omega sorority but as you already know, the sisterhood has a dark side. How dark can it get? And where will Tuck be in the picture once Anijah’s life spirals out of control?
I wouldn’t cheat y’all of something else I know you love to see. Anijah and Tuck have EXPLOSIVE passion together and even if they’re both stubborn and stuck in their ways, they fit like puzzle pieces in the bedroom. This book has some of the most emotionally intense love scenes between Tuck and Anijah. I seriously don’t know how I’m going to top this one.
BUT I’ve been trying to make EACH BOOK BETTER THAN THE LAST.
Take a dive into the FREE first chapter here.
Fraternity Girlfriend | Chapter One
TW: Use of slurs, violent language, y’all this book is NOT for the faint-hearted so please be careful with this one. Our crazy couple back at it again though... More chapters are available for Patrons WAY early because I don’t have a release date yet. Join the Patreon crew here for $1.49/month: www.patreon.com/jamilajasper
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We’re over. I tried to warn her but that doesn’t make me feel better about how it all went down. Everything was going well at first. She looked beautiful at dinner. Her warm, brown skin was the perfect shade beneath her navy blue Lilly Pulitzer shift dress. She wore pearl earrings and a pearl necklace with very little makeup. I loved her natural beauty. Her curves. I grinned as I pulled her chair out.
The maids brought dinner in on trays. There was wine. So much wine. I showed up to dinner drunk already — it’s a Murphy Thanksgiving after all — and when they served the first course, my dad cleared his throat and loud enough for my grandma with hearing aids at the end of the table to hear, asked Anijah, “Is this what niggers usually eat on Thanksgiving?”
All hell broke loose. She ran away from the table, shaking. I poured a bottle of wine on my dad’s head and called him a paddy bastard. My brother punched me. I punched him back. My sister threw her wine glass at my brother’s head. I ran after Anijah. And that was it.
We left the house but she wanted nothing to do with me. She screamed at me to drop her off at the nearest Hilton.
I begged her to forgive me. I begged her to go away with me — anywhere. I should have known that my fucking dad couldn’t keep it together for one goddamn meal. Anijah called her dad. He got her the next flight out of there and she hasn’t returned my calls since.
After I left her hotel — well, she forced me out and threw her shoe at my head calling me “a sicko racist scumbag” while I begged forgiveness — I gave my dad a piece of my mind. And then some. He called me every name in the book. We argued all night and then we got drunk and argued some more. Bastard. I ended the night by telling him I wished his cancer would come back, then my step mom tried to stab me and after that my sister Rachel called the cops and the fighting settled.
That night I called Anijah but she told me to delete her number and forget about her. Now, we’re back on campus. Everyone heard about what happened. That was my fault. Rachel knows Lila and she lives five miles away so she came over with a smug look on her face and a bottle of whiskey to cheer me up.
“Anijah doesn’t have a right to break up with you over this. You can’t help that your family is racist. I mean... everyone’s a little racist.”
“He called her the n-word at Thanksgiving dinner.”
Lila put her arms around my neck. I was too drunk and too broken to push her off.
“You could always fuck me to take your mind off it.”
I found my strength and pushed her off.
“No thanks. Lila, listen. Thanks for the whiskey, but you’d better go home.”
“Is Cillian here?”
“Cillian gave me this black eye. And his wife’s here.”
“Whatever. I’ll go. If there’s no sex from a big dick Murphy boy, it’s not even worth it. But I’ll make that little bitch pay.”
“Leave her alone, Lila. Seriously.”
“You’re lucky I have such a big heart, Tuck. I owe you big time for the shit you pulled.”
“Leave the past in the past, Lila. I’ll get you a sophomore stud to fuck, if that makes you feel better.”
“Perfect. Make him Irish. I’ve always had a thing for Irish men.”
She winked, but then she left. At least she left the whiskey. Lila’s still a bitch but I guess that was her olive branch. Now that Anijah’s officially a sister, she’s off limits for bullying and torture. Now that Lila knows I’ll kick her ass for fucking with her, we can be cool. “Cool” when it comes to Lila Bergen means continuing our toxic friendship. But it’s normal. I’ll allow normal.
Now that I’m back at Laguna Grove, I don’t want to run into Lila. If I run into her, I’ll kick her ass for spreading rumors about the Thanksgiving fuck up all over campus.
We have three more weeks of school before Christmas break. Nerds think this is the ideal study period but Tri-Chi brothers know this is the time to rage and party and celebrate with our new pledge class. Anything goes during these three weeks. My sophomore year, I ended up in an orgy. Anything goes and anything can happen. My number one mission is to win back Anijah Cox. I don’t care if she hates my guts. She’s mine. And I’ll do anything to get her back. I’ve done some sick shit in my day, but I’ll get even sicker when it comes to Anijah. She’s my girl. At least all the Tri-Chi dick heads know not to go anywhere near her. But that still leaves a campus full of horny sickos who would probably give their left nut to stick it into Anijah’s perfect voluptuous ass.
God... I hate myself for thinking about her. I unlock my phone and scroll to a picture of us I took in the car outside my house before everything went to hell. Her skin is so perfect and her smile is so bright and white. I lick my lips and feel my hardness rising in my pants. I don’t even have to see her big sexy jugs to get hard for her. My hand finds my cock. I imagine every time I made love to her, the best part of each time flashes before my eyes. I finish thinking about her. I need her back. I’ll do anything to get her back.
And I swear to God the next time I see my dad, I’ll deck him in the face. I don’t care if Cillian tries to kill me again. It’ll be worth the risk.
I tried to warn her. But I didn’t do enough to protect her. I’ll never make that mistake again. I thought my dad could hold it together for one fucking night. The drunk bastard couldn’t even do that. That’s why last year at Christmas my grandma told everyone she wished she’d aborted him.
Grandma Murphy’s a bitch too, but she was right about that.
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