She was busy typing away and looking into a mystery, but I was fixated on the road wondering if the bogeyman was going to jump out at us.

Because why wouldn’t he?

​Chapter 16

Brent

“How many girls do you think you could fit on your motorcycle, anyway?” The bleach blonde one twirled a strand of hair around her finger, giving me fuck me eyes the entire time.

“Just one,” I replied, leaning back and stretching my arms out behind the two who sat on either side of me. There was always a crowd of three or more girls cozying up and competing for me to dick them down. I was a conquest to them just like they were to me.

Some of them wanted to fuck the campus playboy.

Others wanted to ‘save’ me or ‘fix’ me.

Far too many of the latter.

College was supposed to be a few years of good times and learning the ropes of the company before taking on whatever the Dictator planned for my future. I was supposed to be the shining star in his international conglomerate, overseeing operations and managing subsidiaries. Instead, I was a tatted-up biker who just so happened to be okayish at baseball.

I wanted a chance to prove to him I could be more than a punch happy grandson with mommy issues. That chance rarely came when I ended up set up for failure on botched intel jobs and sent out to eliminate threats to the family business.

Did we run a fucking mafia or what?

Remember, as the potential future head of Chamberlain Industries, you’re not just inheriting wealth—you’re inheriting a legacy of innovation and leadership that impacts millions of lives around the world.

Potential. Which meant he didn’t see me as worthy.

“So, the car then? How big is your bed?”

I grazed my eyes over the group of girls, wondering who I’d choose, if I had to. “Sorry, girls. Only one...or two at a time.”

The bravest of them made a show of being touchy. My arms, legs, and damn near my dick right on campus. I shifted to give my dick some room; my pants were tight.

For a split second, I thought I caught sight of soft blonde hair making its way across the courtyard. In that second, I swore I saw her. Blondie. The way her hair swayed in the wind had me thinking back to when I had her so close, but she felt so far away. The thought of Garrett having his grubby little hands over her more than I did...

I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to not think about it. It wasn’t her walking across campus, and I didn’t know if that made this situation better or worse. I imagined her seeing me and stomping up to me and calling me a player, spouting off about my reputation again.