Eight
Liam
As soon as I get the text from Iris, I’m racing across campus at lightning speed. While we’re just friends with benefits, I look forward to spending time together.
It doesn’t hurt that she’s been sending me nudes.
She’s also sent me photos of her and the shelter dogs that she’s been cuddling. It’s part of her work-study that she’s doing at Great Falls.
I swear if she weren’t living in the dorms, she’d probably have adopted all of them.
I head up to her dorm room and give a prominent knock, waiting for her to let me in.
“Just a second!” a female voice shouts over the loud music. I’m surprised anyone could even hear me knocking.
Bristol Greyson yanks open the door, stares back at me, her eyes glower and she slams it shut.
What the hell?
Does Iris know Bristol? Are they new roommates?
I fucking hate Bristol Greyson. She’s a spoiled rich kid whose dad used to play in the NHL and then bought the team.
He’s a billionaire.
Hell, I read that he was a billionaire before he even played hockey, which makes sense. No hockey players are rolling in that kind of dough. He did some stocks or bonds or something financial when he was young. Hit big. Made lots of money.
He’s a rich guy with a snotty daughter.
She was a brat in the first grade, when we were forced into the same class, and a hellraiser in middle school.
We both went to the same private school growing up. By high school, we were in different social circles.
I don’t want to admit that she actually turned from ugly duckling into a real beauty. Doesn’t matter how hot she is, she’s dripping with venom.
The girl has serious claws and teeth that bite.
I pound on the door again, and Bristol throws it open, glares at me, grabs me by the arm, and yanks me into her room before slamming the door shut.
“What. The. Hell.” I glare at her and glance around.
She turns the music down on her speakers.
Where the fuck is Iris?
This isn’t Iris’s room. Was there a change in her dorm? Am I on the wrong fucking floor?
“Is this 416?” I glance around because I’d recognize Iris’s room with her puppy posters littered all over her walls.
There are no puppy posters.
This room has a darker overtone. While the walls are painted a standard gray, they have smaller posters with a gothic vibe. There’s some witchy shit going on here.
“Voodoo Queen.” I glare at Bristol.
She rolls her eyes. “You always were overdramatic. What the hell do you want?”
“I’m looking for Iris. Room 416.”
