Ruckus Royale: A Dark College Bully Romance (The Bedlam Boys Book 1) by Ruby Vincent

Author:Ruby Vincent [Vincent, Ruby]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ruby Vincent
Published: 2021-09-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

A loud noise woke me the next morning.

Jacques stood over the countertop, chopping various things and throwing them in the blender.

I pushed myself up, stretching out my kinks and coils.

“Thirteen.”

Mumbling under my breath, I shoved the dog bed back in the house and tossed the blanket in after it. I didn’t bother asking why I got another number.

After the house went quiet, I grabbed one of the dresses they left on the coffee table, tore off the collar, and carried the bed and blanket to the couch. The bed ended up being my pillow for a surprisingly restful sleep. Not as comfortable as Cairo’s bed, but far better than the night they planned for me.

“Thirteen,” I repeated. “What’s that supposed to be?”

Jacques finished his smoothie and took a sip. It looked awful. A thick, green sludge with floating black bits I couldn’t identify. Jacques, though, was another story. This guy did not spend the night on a frat house couch, cuddled with a dog bed.

His hair was brushed back that morning. The tufts above his ears curled, at odds with the rest of his thick, straight rows of ebony. He opted for another outfit from the neutral side of the closet. Light gray sweater and black pants. Behind those thick frames, steely eyes watched me watch him. He was likely used to scrutiny. Gorgeous and a prodigy. People never took their eyes off him.

“That’s how many times you’ve broken the rules.”

“How? You started me at seven.”

“You framed us for murder,” he shot back.

“Fair enough. But still, after you guys went to bed, you couldn’t have expected me to sleep in a bikini in a doghouse. Now that we’re up, I’ll continue playing your humiliation game until you get bored of it.”

“You will tell me why that is,” he said. “Your willingness to play our humiliation game.”

I tugged the pink sheath dress over my head. The lingerie underneath shone stark in its revealing glory.

“Did Jacques buy me shoes too? Show mercy and do not make me wear heels. I grew up on a farm. The only use for them is hammering a tilted post for the goat pen when I’m too far from the toolbox.

“Collar,” he said.

Dutifully, I slipped it around my neck, flicking my name tag against its neighbors. Cairo saw fit to stamp the name of my owners on metal pieces to hang next to mine.

“What’s for breakfast?” I asked.

“Hands and knees. Face the doghouse.”

“Why? What’s this punishment, Jacques?”

“Hands. Knees. Doghouse.”

I was slow to move, so he stepped out from the kitchen.

I didn’t know Jacques. I couldn’t say if the Artic chill that frosted his glasses and put a shiver up my spine whenever he looked at me was an effect he had on everyone, or if it was just me who set him on edge.

“What are you going to do, Jacques?” I whispered.

The first real smile curled his lips. “Reason dictates you’ll soon find out.”

Swallowing hard, I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled to the doghouse.

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