Omega Xi

Omega Xi

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The music was vibrating my bedroom walls, why the hell did they have to listen to their music so loud? It shouldn't be rattling my windows from next door. Ever since Omega Xi moved into their new fraternity house which just so happens to be next door to my house, nights have been like this. Well, weekend nights. My father made it very clear to the boys he would make no attempt to call the police so long as they kept it down during the week and of course, didn't set their house on fire like the last one. I didn't understand why it mattered though, my dad was almost never home anyway. I was the one having to deal with their constant partying and irritating ways. I huffed before pushing myself off my bed and strolling to the window to slam it shut. But he caught my eyes. The head of the frat house, Harry, the one who was always making the negotiations with my father. He smirked when he noticed I was watching him then proceeding to pull his shirt over his head. With a roll of my eyes, I shut my window quickly and drew the blinds down. Harry may be able to get pretty much every girl in that house to his bed but I was not going to let his immature actions affect my night of studying. Or so I thought.
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Every girl has 'that' crush. You know what I'm talking about. The one boy who's the first thought on your mind when you wake up, and the last thought before you go to sleep. The one you carefully select your clothes for, don your best makeup, and style your hair perfectly for. I had 'that' crush. Brock was hot; he was sexy and alpha, with dark smoldering eyes and tattoos that littered his rock-hard body. My poor seventeen-year-old heart had no clue how to handle it, because my badass crush wasn't a boy. He was a man; a nightclub owning married man, who also happened to be my best friend's stepdad. I wasn't the only one who was crushing on Emma's stepdad. He knew it too, but the best part about Brock was that he looked like a badass, he acted like a badass, but he treated every single teenage girl in his home with the utmost respect. He had plenty of admirers, but Emma hated anyone who flaunted their shit in front of him. He'd taken her dad's place. He'd moved in not two months after she'd lost him and had tried to 'parent' her. We hated him together; but secretly I adored him. I spent almost three years in a hoodie, scowling at the hottest man in L.A. The day he left Emma's mom was the happiest and saddest day of my life. If you're going to lose your crush, though, ripping it off like a band-aid is the best way to do it. One day he was there and the next he was gone. And now, seven years later, I'm about to walk into his nightclub and audition for him. He's not the man I remember. He's sexier, more intense, and has connections that are not exactly as wholesome as I assumed. But that only makes me want him more....

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