Chapter Two

Rina's POV

"What are you doing here? This is the ladies' bathroom." I breathed out because my brain had officially gone numb. I blinked.

There's no way this could be happening. There's no way my cover was about to get blown. It couldn't be.

"Well, this is about to be your grave if you don't start talking," he said and tore his gaze to the door where some girls stood staring at us. They hurriedly left and he turned back to me.

He took a step closer and I took another backwards. He did so until I was pressed flat against the door of the stall. He towered over me, eyes running through my face in pure contempt.

"I didn't say anything," I said, and his fist pounded the door next to my head. I flinched, my heart caught in my throat.

I had to play this right. If Kanye decided I was fucked for the rest of college and even in life, I would undoubtedly be. His father was a top ten billionaire who had lunch dates with the president himself!

"I just…" I made my voice break intentionally. "The girls were already talking bad about Cherry and I just… my inferiority complex gave in and I just added a line. I'm sorry. I didn't mean…" I knelt down immediately. How about this to feed his stupid ego?

I pressed my palms together asking him for mercy.

I heard him scoff and right there in front of me, to my surprise, he knelt down and gestured for me to come closer.

I was so stunned that it took a while to understand what he was saying. I leaned forward and he moved closer, his cologne filling my nostrils.

"What's so great about kneeling down? See, I did it too." His voice sent waves down my body and I shivered at the sheer coldness.

He held my chin up and stared into my eyes.

"I never liked that look in your eyes. You're up to something but you pretend to be weak. You can't deceive me." My hand shook and I bowed my head immediately.

"Please, I'm sorry. Don't tell Cherry about this. I never meant to hurt her." Those were the words that left my mouth, but my insides were shaking.

Kanye was no ordinary guy. I couldn't take him on. I needed to find someone else I could use to get to him. Someone… like Kevin. His second brother and the most impulsive of them all.

He stood up and let out an empty laugh.

"What I do from now on, I'll get to decide it," he said. I looked up at him and paused when I saw it in his eyes. The amusement. He was having fun. He wanted to see what I was up to.

I knew he wouldn't tell Cherry just then.

"But don't fool yourself. You can never be Cherry. She's in a way different league than you." He said and then walked out.

I watched his back retreat and almost scoffed. What did he know? All he did was torment me while his brothers outrightly bullied me.

He had no choice but to say. I would make sure that he would soon be mine. And if it were true that Cherry was indeed sleeping with three of them… then all three would be mine.

I walked out of the toilet, thankful that no one had taken notice over the loud music that Kanye had been threatening to make my life a living hell. He probably still would. He'd really taken notice of me.

I walked out of the dorm onto the porch as the night air caressed my face. I exhaled and placed my hand over my still racing chest and laughed to myself, my auburn hair flying with the wind.

That was thrilling. And I enjoyed it. I heard a groan and looked by the side of the fence to see Kevin sucking from a joint. He threw his head back and blew out smoke.

I got a crazy idea. I wouldn't have been stupid previously to go up directly to the Bennett brothers when they obviously made my life a living hell, but I had faced Kanye. Kevin was easier.

I took in a deep breath and walked over to him. I thought he didn't see me at all, but then he stopped and threw the joint on the floor.

"Ah, just stole my joy."

"I'm happy to see you too, Kevin," I said, and he smirked. The boys had different faces even if they were triplets. Where Kanye was all dark vibes and darkness, Kevin had sandy brown curls and a few freckles. He looked like a next-door boyfriend. A very handsome one.

"You think? What do you want, Riri? Since when were you allowed to talk to me? Or you want to run some errands?"

"Kanye threatened me in the bathroom because I heard some crazy rumours," I said and saw his ears perk. I almost smiled to myself. I don't know what to call it yet… immense worship or envy? But when it came to Kanye, Kevin was particularly interested.

"What rumours?" He asked, and I smiled and shrugged.

"Of course I don't know if it's true yet," I said, beginning to pace, knowing how restless it would make him.

"But seeing Kanye's reaction…"

"What is it, damnit!" He snapped and kept me from moving with his arm around my hand.

"Well, since you want to know… I heard that you two share kinks… girls. And Cherry might not be only for Kanye." I saw his pupils dilate and the immediate way he let go of my hand.

"You really are looking for trouble."

"Should we make a bet? About whether he would tell Cherry and kick me out of the inner circle or not?" I knew he thrived on impulsive and explosive feelings. Anything dramatic. I could see his lips twitching.

"That's boring. You'll be kicked out tonight. Not that you were ever in the circle."

I shrugged.

"I think he won't. I think he wants me to find out. Should we bet on it?" I said, and he scoffed.

"You really are one interesting fellow. I could sell you out."

"But you won't. Because you want to bet on Kanye."

He stayed silent for a moment, and my confidence slipped. "Okay, deal. You better get ready to grant my wish when you lose."

I smiled. One step closer to my goal.

I reached home that night after deciding I didn't want to stay at the party and act as help after such an intense night. Just as I was about to go get into the house, the unmistakable sound of moans filled the room.

But it was too late.

I had already opened the door, and the sight made me stop. Wide-eyed.

My mom was in unmistakable BDSM gear, bent over and whining like a bitch while a man in an eye mask pounded into her from behind, a whip in his hand.

I didn't know when a loud yelp sounded from my throat, and then they immediately stopped. My mom turned to me, mirroring my stunned and horrified look.

"Rina!" My mom called and stumbled. The man held her up, but in the process, the mask fell from his face.

I gasped and fell to the floor, my knees going weak.

This had to be a dream. It had to be. Because there was no reason why Benson Bennett, father of the Bennett brothers, was standing in my living room, fucking my mother.