Frat House Confessions: Ridge E-Book

Bethany Lopez

• Herausgeber: Bethany Lopez
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

She has a broken heart and revenge on her mind... 

Last year Karrie was riding high. She had a boyfriend she loved, a softball scholarship, and the best roommate a girl could have. 
When it turned out her man was a lying, cheating ballsack, she may have gone off the rails a bit. 
Now, it's a new year and Karrie's ready to build herself back up and move on to bigger and better things. 
Still, a little revenge would go a long way in helping the healing process.

He's got a plan for revenge that will suit them both... 

Ridge is used to being the BMOC. Sergeant of Arms of his frat and the ability to land any chick within snapping distance has made life pretty easy for him. 
His home life is another story. He and his brothers are in the middle of a battle between his socialite mother and asshole father.
Ridge is looking for a stand-in to placate his mother and her matchmaking ways, and he has a feeling he's just met the girl he can perfectly mold.

This makeover has nothing to do with love and everything to do with Karrie and Ridge using each other to get what they want. What starts as a ruse soon becomes an attraction they cannot deny. When it's all said and done, they'll both have more to confess than a need for revenge.

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Frat House Confessions: Ridge

Frat House Confessions, Book 1

Bethany Lopez

Frat House Confessions: Ridge

Copyright 2019 Bethany Lopez

Published June 2019

ISBN - 9781072926436

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Editing by Red Road Editing / Kristina Circelli

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Contents

Prologue

1. Karrie

2. Karrie

3. Ridge

4. Karrie

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Epilogue

Ridge’s Playlist

Frat House Confessions: Wes

About the Author

Also by Bethany Lopez

Prologue

“Forgive me, Papi, for I have sinned,” I said dryly, sneering at the bottle in my hand, whose contents were dwindling.

“Tell me,” Papi asked.

Papi was our treasurer. He’d originally planned on becoming a priest, and now was our go-to guy for advice, complaints, and absolution for our sins. We all knew that he’d given up the priesthood, but we still used his room as the frat house confessional.

“I’ve been having those urges again,” I muttered.

“About your father?” he pressed, leaning forward in his chair with his elbows resting on his knees.

He was currently dressed in a toga.

Not to be a total fucking cliché, but it was rush week and as the hottest frat on campus it was our duty to host the first toga party of the season.

“Yeah,” I replied, taking a chug of rum before adding, “The one where I beat him bloody.”

“Has something happened to bring these thoughts back? You were doing good over the summer, and hadn’t thought about him or the way he’d treated you as a child for a while. I thought our talks were helping.”

“They are, it’s just … Brody called to give me and Wes a head’s up … My mom’s filing for divorce. Guess the bastard’s been cheating on her again. And, that’s not all, Brody heard them fighting and found out the asshole was married before.”

“No shit?” Papi asked, his face showing his surprise.

I couldn’t blame him. I thought I knew every skeleton in my father’s closet.

“Yeah, turns out we have three older sisters.”

Brody and Wes were my younger brothers. Wes was here at college with me, while Brody was living out the last year of his sentence in that mausoleum our parents called a home.

“Fuck, that’s crazy,” Papi said, taking a pull of his beer.

I ran my hand over my face, my vision blurring as I recalled my conversation with Brody.

“Now, my mom’s feeling all clingy and emotional and said Wes and I have to come home for Thanksgiving. She’s talking about inviting her best friend and her daughter, who she’s been trying to hook me up with for years. She’s always had this grand plan of marrying me off and partnering up with another rich family who have good social connections. I don’t know how I’m going to get out of it.”

Papi leaned back and teepee’d his hands, bringing them to his lips as he looked at me thoughtfully.

I took another drink as I waited, sure that Papi would bring the magic like he always did.

A few seconds later, he snapped his fingers and stood up excitedly.

“I’ve got it.”

“Tell me,” I encouraged, getting to my feet as well, albeit somewhat unsteadily.

“Two birds … one stone.”

I waited, the sounds of the music from below pulsing beneath my feet.

“This year, Crush is planning on making the pledges participate in a new test. Each pledge is going to have to find a girl who needs help. You know, somewhat dumpy, shy, or in that awkward, I just moved away from home and don’t know who I am phase. Once they get their pick approved, it will be their job to make her over and turn her into the kind of chick we’d want hanging around the house, rather than the type to hang with the losers in Denny’s all night.”

“What, like a dogfight? That’s fucked up,” I said with a scowl.

Crush was a fucking asshole, but everyone knew that.

“Kind of, but not quite that shitty. We aren’t giving out prizes for finding the ugliest chick and making her think she’s hot, we’re rewarding pledges who find a girl with potential and help her realize that potential.”

“How do I play into it?”

“Well, as the brother every pledge wants to emulate, and our Sergeant at Arms, you could sort of lead the cause. Get Crush off your ass by playing along with his stupid game. Find a girl to makeover, let Crush have his jollies, and take the girl to Thanksgiving. Tell your mom you guys are in love and she doesn’t need to fix you up.”

I looked at him like he was crazy, cause he fucking is, then shook my head.

When the room started spinning, I stopped.

“I can’t take some frumpy girl home for Thanksgiving. My mom will never fall for that shit. She is the Susan Temple after all, and anything other than a Stepford chick will not be welcome.”

“Ridge, dude, you’re not listening,” Papi said, then looked at me closely and added, “Or, maybe you’re just drunk … You will make this girl into whoever you want her to be. Make her over into the young woman of Susan Temple’s wet dreams.”

“That’s fucking gross,” I said with a scowl.

“Just think about it,” Papi said. “That’s your penance, if you choose to accept it. Find a college beauty who’s hiding her light under a bushel and give her a makeover that’ll have every guy in this house jizzing over her.”

He walked over to the door and opened it, turning back to me.

“Now, we have a kickass party going on downstairs, and I just know there are some fine ladies down there wondering where their Papi went, so I’m going down. You coming?”

“Nah,” I said as I followed him into the hall. “I’m not really feelin’ it. I think I’m gonna go listen to some music and sort my shit out. If anyone asks where I am, just say I’m balls deep in a blonde.”

“You got it, brother,” Papi said, bounding down the stairs toward the chaos.

I turned left down the hall toward my room, swaying slightly as I lifted the bottle once more to my lips, and wondered if I was willing to lie to some unsuspecting chick in order to get my mom off my back.

Probably.

One

Karrie

“What are we doing in here?”

“I have a surprise for you…”

I watched everything playing out on the tiny screen of my phone, like a car accident that I knew was coming, but couldn’t tear my eyes away.

The girl with her eyes dancing, all dressed up in her LBD and heels, excited about what she had in store for her boyfriend, was me … silly, naïve, Karrie, who was about to have her heart shattered.

The handsome boy, who we all now knew was a total asshole, was my then boyfriend, Drake. He was about to pull my heart from my chest and hand it back to me.

It had been four months, and I’d had the entire summer to get over it, but for some reason, whenever I got low, I pulled up the video and reminded myself why men could not be trusted.

I blinked back tears and focused on the oblivious girl.

I cringed as I caught my wink toward where I’d set my phone up to record, eager to get Drake’s reaction when I gave him his present.

“Karrie, since we’re alone, there’s been something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” Drake began, and I held my breath as I waited for him to drop the bomb on my unsuspecting self.

“What’s that?” I asked innocently.

I’d literally had no idea that there was anything wrong in our relationship. We’d dated exclusively all of sophomore year after he’d swept me off my feet at the field party after the last softball game of the season.

“I think we should see other people,” Drake said, and a tear slipped down my cheek as I watched myself blink at him, not sure I’d heard him correctly.

“What? Why would we do that?” my former self asked.

“Because we’ve only got two years left of school, and it’s crazy for us to be tied down, don’t you think? I mean, don’t you want to see what else is out there?”

“No, of course not … and neither do you … Drake, we love each other. Please, don’t do this,” I pleaded and I wanted to reach in the phone and clap my hand over my mouth. Urge myself to shut up and not sound so desperate.

“I’m sorry, Karrie, but I can’t do this anymore,” Drake had said, then he walked past me and out the door without looking back.

Unfortunately, I’d forgotten all about the video I’d been recording, so there was ten more minutes of footage where I cried my eyes out. I mean, full-on snot bubbles and all.

I never watched that part. I didn’t need to. I knew it was there, and that was humiliating enough.

“Please tell me you’re not watching that video again.”

I looked up to see my roommate, Ermina, glaring at me from the kitchen.

I quickly exited out of my videos and dropped the phone on the couch.

“Karrie, why do you do that to yourself? Drake is a total douche, don’t let his actions keep controlling your emotions.”

Ermina was studying psychology and I was her favorite test subject.

“I’m not. I just needed a reminder of why men are pigs,” I replied.

Ermina sighed.

“All men are not like Drake and you need to stop lumping them all together. You’re going to find someone to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”

“Right now, I’d just settle for making Drake see what a mistake he made, then shove his face in it.”

“You’re better than that,” Ermina chastised.

“You know, I don’t think I am,” I countered, but she just laughed.

I noticed she was dressed up to go out and asked, “Where are you off to?”

“Well, as you know, it’s rush week, so I planned on heading out to a party so I could study the animals in their natural habitat … maybe find a topic for my research paper. Wanna join me?”

She asked it reluctantly, and I knew it was because I’d said no every time she’d asked me to do anything over the last four months.

It’s time for that to change, I decided and stood up.

“You know what, I will go with you,” I replied, and her jaw dropped.

“Really?” Ermina asked, her voice conveying her excitement.

“Yeah, let me throw on some shorts and I’ll be ready.”

She looked down at my favorite T-shirt and ratty sweat pants, then up at my hair, which was pulled up in a bun, and said, “I can wait while you put some clothes on, maybe do your hair and makeup.”

“Nah, I’m good,” I replied, pushing my glasses up my nose, not caring what I looked like.

I just needed to get out of this apartment … maybe have a drink, or ten.

I hadn’t gone to a party as a single woman since Drake and I’d broken up and hadn’t been to a party without him in over a year.

“Okay, as long as you get out of the house, I’ll take you however I can get you,” Ermina said, and I blew her a kiss.

“I’ll be ready in five.”

Three minutes later we were out the door and headed to Greek Row, ready to mingle with the elitists and the poor underclassmen who desperately wanted to join them. I didn’t care about fraternities or sororities, how they acted or what went on behind closed doors, all I cared about was free booze and wiping Drake from my memory.

Two

Karrie

“Thank you,” I said to the pledge who handed me a beer, then turned around, scanned the room, and exclaimed, “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“What?” Ermina asked, turning to follow my gaze.

“Fucking Drake,” I whispered, closing my eyes to try and shut out the sight of the well-chiseled jaw and curly brown hair of my ex.

“Shit, seriously?” Ermina asked. “I thought he never came to frat parties.”

“He never used to stand in the middle of the room with his tongue down some half-dressed, big-titted chick either, but he’s doing that right now.”

“Shit,” Ermina said, a little louder this time, and began ushering me into a different room.

Once we were in the crowded dining room, where a rousing game of beer pong was happening, Ermina looked at me and said, “Let me go get a closer look, you stay in here. Don’t move.”

I leaned against the wall, then thought better of it and stood straight. Who knows what these Delta guys do on the walls.

After a few seconds, I could no longer resist the urge and peered around the corner back into the other room, to see what Ermina and Drake were doing. He was no longer lip-locked, but instead was scowling at my roommate, who was standing before him with her hands on her hips. She appeared to be reading him the riot act.

I love Ermina.

I grinned and started to slide back into my spot, only to find it was currently occupied.

“Oh, sorry,” I said when I stepped on someone’s foot.

I looked first at the foot, which was large and encased in basketball shoes, then my gaze traveled up the thick jean-clad thighs, over a form-fitting T-shirt, which did nothing to hide the well-formed chest underneath, before landing on a very handsome face.

“No problem,” the sexy stranger said with a lopsided grin, which only made him more handsome. “Did I take your spot?”

I shrugged and took a sip of my beer as I looked around the room. “There’s plenty of wall space.”

“Hmmm, but, why are you hanging out by the wall?” he asked, his voice deep and kinda gravely.

“Where should I be hanging out?” I asked, wondering what was taking Ermina so long.

“I’m sure any guy here would be pleased as fuck if you spent some time with them,” the sexy stranger said, and I knew immediately he was full of shit.

I rolled my eyes and said, “Give me a break.”

“What?” he asked innocently.

I waved a hand over myself and shot him a glare.

I knew I didn’t look my best. Hell, I didn’t look Ermina’s worst.

“What’s your game?” I asked him.

“What makes you think I’m playin’?”

I took in his short dark hair, bright-blue eyes, almost too-perfect face, and rolled my eyes again.

Unable to stand it any longer, I ignored him and peeked into the other room again.

“Who are we looking at?”

I glanced over to see ole blue eyes peering over my shoulder.

“That asshole?” he scoffed. “From the baseball team? You can do better than him.”

I looked up at the side of his face. “You know Drake?”

“Yeah, he comes around here a lot. Thinks he’s big man on campus and that by hanging with us, he’s one of us … but it doesn’t work that way. He’s a total knob.”

“He comes here a lot?” I repeated, looking back at Drake and wondering if I ever really knew him. “You mean, this year?”

“This year. Last year. Ever since he started school here. He’s always here hanging on some different girl. Like I said, you could do better.”

I gasped and looked back at him, shocked.

“Last year he was here? With a different girl every time?” I asked, my voice loud enough to make people look over at us.

He nodded.

“Mother fucker,” I hissed, then tossed back my beer, threw the red solo cup on the ground, and stormed over to where Ermina was still giving Drake the business.

“You cheating asshole!” I shouted when I was close enough.

“Karrie, what the fuck?” Drake asked, looking around, seeming embarrassed I was making a scene. “We aren’t dating anymore, I can see who I want.”

“Not now, douche nozzle, before, when we were together,” I clarified, stopping before him and putting my hands on my hips. “My new friend over there said you were always coming in here with strange women, even when you were supposed to be committed to me.”

Drake looked over my head and scowled.

“You believe fucking Ridge? Dude’s the biggest player around.”

“I don’t care if he gets more action than Dwayne Johnson, I’m more worried about what you were doing.”

Drake clasped his hand around my bicep and started dragging me down the hall.

I squirmed and tried to get loose, but his grip was too strong.

“Get your hands off her!” Ermina yelled, her heels clapping down the hall as she ran after us.

Before I could jerk my arm away, my blue-eyed stranger was standing before us, glaring down at Drake.

Call me petty, but I liked the fact that he towered over Drake.

“Unhand her, man, that’s not how we treat women at Delta.”

Surprisingly, Drake let me go, before turning on his heel to go back the way he came.

“Keep your crazy away from me, Karrie, yeah? We’re over. Let it go,” he said over his shoulder and he was gone.

“You okay?”

I rubbed my bicep absently and finally asked, “Who are you?”

“My name is Ridge, and I have a proposition for you.”

Three

Ridge

“Uh, looks like you got it handled,” Karrie’s hot friend said, then clicked off toward the party.

I looked down at the skeptical girl in front of me and suppressed a grin.

She may have been wearing glasses, unfortunate clothes, and not an ounce of makeup, but even with her hair piled on her head, I could tell she could be seriously hot with a little effort.

This would be almost too easy … if I could get her to play along.

“What sort of proposition?” Karrie asked warily.

“Come upstairs with me, so we can get some privacy, and I’ll tell you all about it.”

“Upstairs? Yeah, right. Why would I go upstairs alone with you? What do you think I am … stupid or easy?” she asked, and I bit back an impatient retort.

“Neither. It’ll be quiet, and we won’t have so many eyes on us. What I want to ask needs to be done in private,” I said.

When she looked like she wanted to argue some more, I looked her pointedly up and down and added, “Don’t worry, I just want to talk. You’re not my type.”

Karrie scoffed, looking momentarily offended.

I worried I’d been too honest, but then she shrugged and said, “After you. But, I’m texting my friend to let her know where I am, so she knows who to come after if anything happens.”

“Works for me.”

I grabbed a couple beers on the way up and led her to my room.

My mom had raised me to always make my bed and put things in their place, so I wasn’t worried about freaking her out with my piggish ways, like some of my brothers.

“Hey, Ridge!”

I looked down over the railing into the room below, to see Crush looking at Karrie’s back and giving me a thumb’s up sign.

Then he fisted his hands and gyrated them like he was fucking the air from behind.

What an ass.

I ignored him and kept on walking.

Once we were to my door, I opened it and stepped aside to let Karrie walk in first.

“Wow, this is nice,” she commented, the surprise evident in her voice. “It doesn’t even stink. Drake’s room always smelled like sweaty socks. I always came armed with room spray.”

“Take a seat,” I said, ignoring her comment as I shut the door behind us.

Karrie looked at the bed, then at my desk chair, before choosing comfort and opting for the bed.

“Okay, I’m here. What’s the proposition?” she asked, accepting the beer I offered.

“First, let me ask you to hear me out, all of it, before you bust in all pissed and say no.”

“That sounds ominous,” Karrie said, and I chuckled. “But, yeah, okay … go ahead.”

I paced the room for a minute, then grabbed my desk chair and placed it in front of her. I sat down, keeping my eyes on hers, and prayed she was as cool as I suspected she was, and wasn’t about to kick me in the nuts or something.

“Here it goes … Crush, our VP and resident dick, has the pledges picking girls to give makeovers to. The pledge that makes the biggest transformation, wins, although, I have no fucking idea what the prize is … probably to wash Crush’s jock strap or something. Anyway, Crush and I don’t see eye to eye, and he’s been making noise about trying to get me fired as Sergeant at Arms so he can find someone to take my place who will do whatever he says. It was suggested to me, that if I play along and lead this stupid game, it’ll keep him off my back, at least this year. The position looks good on my resume, or I wouldn’t care, but I’m not gonna let that douche mess things up for me.”

Karrie looked more and more pissed as I talked, so when I paused, I held up my hand and said, “I’m not done yet.”

She stuck out her tongue, then bit down on it to let me know she was keeping her promise.