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"Whoa, I have to hand it to you, West. You're such an impressive liar. That perfectly explains why girls fall for your bullshit.”

"I gotta disagree with that. Those groupies," he gestured towards a section near the bar where a clique of Kappa Xeta sorority sisters were sipping drinks and openly drooling at him, "will say it's the rock hard abs and Greek god face.”

“Get over yourself. You're not that hot.”

“Really?” he asked, arching a brow. “This doesn't do anything to you?” before she could protect, he began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing sun-tanned skin skylar’s breath caught as her eyes hungrily traced the set of toned abs, those earned from hours of workout, with a defined ridge that led straight down to a delicious deep v line, she gulped the saliva filling her mouth, as imagined the monster that slept peacefully below that waistband, she had heard the rumors around college about the one fuck and you won't get enough p**n star cock from his conquests, gushing of it's unbelievable girth and length.

Her tongue unconsciously licked her suddenly dry lips, wishing a drink was on standby to quench her thirst. This must be fake, who was she kidding they were definitely real, she had seen those sinful abs when he posted shirtless thirst traps on his Inst**ram, to his mostly female fans, she had always thought they were edited with artificial intelligence or any other photo apps, that didn't stop her nasty mind from starring him in her fantasies, frequent scenes of them fucking in the back of his car, her palms on that chest as she rode him cowgirl style, him sucking her boobs and pounding her pussy as she screamed his name at the top of her lungs in plain sight of any prying eyes until she orgasmed.

Skylar’s hardening nipples, straining against her dress pleading for his fingers to tug each bud, liked that idea very much. If he had told her to kneel and suck his dick, right then and there, she wouldn't have hesitated crawling all over this dirty floor like a possessed slut and doing just that. Christ, was it her, or was it hot in here? She heard distant noises that sounded like whistles and catcalls from the girls and guys around them, most angling their phones at him to capture this moment.

She saw his lips moving, but she could have sworn she didn't hear a word. "…you."

"What?" she managed, dragging herself to the present from her juice.

"I said, 'Told you.'"

"I have seen better," she muttered, acting like the pink thong underneath her dress wasn't damp from her arousal.

Liam's eyes looked down at her chest with a dangerous glint flickering in those green irises. "Sure, princess, whatever you say," he responded, an infuriating smirk on his face that said he wasn't buying her shit.

"Jeez," April mumbled, trying to seize this opportunity to escape. "Hate to break up this cute bickering, but I've got to go."

For a minute, she had forgotten why she was mad or even that April existed, as she had been shamelessly lusting over a cut torso. She looked at April, who gave her a signature knowing grin. The song titled "Nobody Can Resist Liam" was probably playing in her head. This was all her fault. She had been fine with her life. Some might have called it dull, but she didn't care. She loved watching horror movies, reading for hours, and attending art shows until Liam came bulldozing through her carefully constructed walls with a little help from this frenemy. For goodness' sake, her hormones couldn't think straight around him anymore.

“Nope, we need to talk."

"Come on, I need to check on Chris to feed Bruno before he leaves. You know how forgetful he is."

"Bruno? Who is that?"

"His pet goldfish. We picked him out yesterday," April replied, blinking rapidly, "at the aquarium store. It totally slipped my mind to mention it earlier."

"Cut the bullshit. I can easily tell when you're lying. He doesn't have a goldfish."

April sighed in relief as her phone rang, blasting a Post Malone track. "It's my mom. I have to take this. I missed her video call earlier, so she must be worried sick," she said, fleeing the scene.

Skylar stared after her, jaw slack. "That sneaky witch. Now I get why she wouldn't stop nagging me. You bribed her to drag me here, didn't you?"

"I never told her to drag you here. I only suggested she convince you to come."

"Is there a difference?"

"Yeah, 'drag' is to forcefully move someone in a certain direction. It's usually met with resistance, while 'convince' is to persuade–"

"Zip it!" The nerve of this motherfucker. At least he didn't deny the bribery. "Tickets? Really? That's my worth? That's what you think will get you a steamy round of sex?”