I tossed my hand on my hip. “It wasn’t like that!” I found myself trying to shout but still whisper.
“Fuck all that. Are you getting in or not?” he asked. “You need your fix, right?”
The fucking nerve.“I want to talk.”
He slid the shower door back slightly, giving me a little more of a glimpse of his body. I fought with myself because, as bad as I wanted to get in, I needed to prove a fucking point. I couldn’t let Xavier think he could say what he wanted to me. I shared something with him, something personal, and he used the shit like a fucking choppa, shooting insults like bullets, and I was over it. Being strong was one thing, but his constant comments chiseled away at me. I stood there with my arms crossed and refusing to move. He had now pushed the door all the way open, giving me a clear view of every part of him that God had blessed him with. I’d seen him naked plenty of times before, but seeing him wet like this hit different. I crossed one leg in front of the other as I clenched my pussytightly.
He gazed at me as the water kissed his skin before bouncing onto the floor while he washed up. The nigga wouldn’t pull his eyes away as much as I wanted him to. The longer he stared, the more I was breaking.
“Talk. I’m listening,” he said as he continued to wash up.
I cleared my throat. “I-I...”
The way he gripped his dick with his hand and stroked it threw me for a fucking loop.He’s doing this shit on purpose.The moment I thought I did some wild shit, I realized that he was just as diabolical as I was. His eyes narrowed in on me as he continued to stroke slowly. His head leaned forward slightly, sending his locs swinging. His eyes rose to me as a smirk sat on his face.This nigga was on demon time.When his lips disappeared between his teeth, I knew he was enjoying the torture. He slowly nodded, then stopped stroking his dick.
“That nigga Syior ain’t got shit on me. Remember that,” he said before he closed the shower door on me.
The way a scream was begging to come out was insane. I wasn’t giving him the satisfaction. I stormed out of his room, slamming the door behind me.
“Phoebe, what are you doing in there?” My father’s voice made my body still.
He was standing in front of Kyle’s door, looking at me curiously. If being caught red-handed was really a thing, my shit would have been bloody red. I ran my hand over my ponytail.
“He needed more towels,” I lied. I moved quickly toward my room.
“Night, sweetheart,” my dad said as I passed him.
“Good night, Dad,” I mumbled before disappearing into my room and closing the door behind me.
I fell back on my bed. “Shit!”
One night down and six more to go.
CHAPTER TWENTY - THREE
Dozens of orange roses filled the deck with loose petals covering the ground. Candles provided soft illumination, casting just enough light to see. It was the perfect intimate setting. The violinist played a song I felt resonated with the moment. I watched as Zeus stood there, tearing up, while Sasha caressed his back. Chevy and Z proudly stood on opposite sides. I nervously ran my hand over my waves before clearing my throat while fixing my tie. Diamond crooned as Samara came in looking as beautiful as the day I met her. A nigga’s heart skipped a beat, as she was getting everything she wanted while our family and friends watched. The closer she got to me, the more nervous I became. When she reached me, I held out my hand for her to take, but she disappeared. I stood there screaming her name, but a nigga didn’t have a voice.
I was pulled from my dream when I felt my body being pulled off the bed and something being flung over my head.
“It’s Hell Week, Slime! It’s time to go hell!” The big brothers yelled before blowing a whistle in my fucking ear.
They didn’t let me get dressed, and I barely had time to put on shoes. They had my ass outside in the cold in my drawers. My bodywas thrown into the backseat of a car. “Argh!” I grunted when my head hit the window.
I sat straight up, keeping my ears open. They were quiet as hell, and that put a little fear in me. When the car finally stopped, they helped me out and walked me up some steps. When we stepped inside, I knew exactly where I was. The smell of old-ass floors and corn chips masked with cologne told me I was in the Chi house. Right then, I knew these niggas were going to turn up because who was coming to look for us here? They removed the shit from my face before shoving me toward the rest of the guys.
The line looked nervous as we stood there. Quan and I were the only ones in our drawers while the other guys were fully clothed. I figured Beans would be around during Hell Week, but when I saw only Stay Fly, Freaky Zekey, and Spitta, I knew that nigga wasn’t coming.
“Chain One!” Spitta shouted.
We locked up tightly, ready to begin our greeting as we always did, but before we could start, Thick Neck was coming in. When he appeared from behind the wall with a paddle in his hand, I thought I was ready, but when Clark Mercier walked in behind him, I knew shit was about to get wicked. We didn’t hesitate as we rolled out our greetings. Stay Fly balled his fists and placed them against his lips.
“Okay. Okay, I see you Slimes trying to be on point today.”
Thick Neck stood in front of us as he tapped the paddle into his palm. “Slimes! Let me introduce you to the legacy of Chi Kappa Chi. This is Big Brother Clark.”
“Gentlemen,” he said as he looked at each of us and stopped at me.
His sinister eyes scolded me until a grin eased on his face. “Dionysus Jackson,” he said and pointed. “Why was Chi Kappa Chi founded?”
