Bully King - J.A. Huss Page 0,90
at the pool.
It’s not a nice day at the pool. Or a nice week, for that matter. It’s seven straight days of Dante humiliating Cadee by making her massage his feet while he gets a hard-on and doesn’t even try to hide it. Or making her fan him with a leafy branch she had to hunt down in the woods. He made her go back six times before he was satisfied. Then she had to stand in the hot sun for hours, waving that useless branch like a fan.
On day three it rained and he made Cadee and Sophie mud-wrestle in their bathing suits. I thought Michael was going to lose it after Dante got the staff to come out and place bets.
I think Ivan and Ax both enjoyed that day a little too much. And honestly, even though Cadee and Sophie were muddy, they managed to have fun and no one got hurt.
In fact, everything was just childish things like that until this morning.
Day eight.
Cadee and I spent the nights together and we didn’t talk about Dante at all. But it was clear she was too worried to think about our new relationship status. And tired, too. Dante just refused to let up on her for a moment during the day.
Ax wasn’t staying in the house because he was stalking around Dante’s mansion, trying to keep an eye on Sophie. He gave her a little panic button device, and she pushed the first night. Enter Ax, via a window, and then the sheriff was called and that was the end of Ax’s inside access.
I had to call my father on day two. In fact, we had a conference call with the Legosis and the Bettingtons. Lars did all the talking because I was too pissed to speak.
After about two hours of Mr. Legosi bitching about how much money his family has donated to “the cause” and the fact that Sophie was taking home in excess of two hundred thousand dollars at this point, we all agreed she could keep the panic button. But if she pushed it without good reason, she would forfeit her right to be traded again at the end of the challenge, and Dante would get another two weeks with her for free.
She sucked it up after that.
But she’s not happy. At all.
And neither is Michael.
As far as Ax goes, he was told to stay away from Dante or the next time his father would step in and take care of things, i.e. Ax will probably go to jail and be made an example of. Which would probably be fine with Ax, except his father is known for coming up with very creative punishments.
Ax sucked it up too.
Isabella has been drunk every single day and I’m tired of her shit. Even Selina and Valentina are tired of her shit. But Isabella is… weak. That’s the best word to describe her. And pushing her does no good. She doesn’t rise to the occasion, she shuts down. She’s a lot more like Sophie than anyone wants to admit.
So day eight.
I’m sitting at the pool fully clothed because the idea of sitting at the pool lost its novelty about five days ago. It’s hot as fuck, everyone hates me, including the fucking servers, because Lacy Pendleton made an appearance two hours ago throwing a fit about how Cadee stole her scholarship and demanding that I find a place for her.
I have no place for her. I’m not even in charge here and everyone knows it. I’m a fucking babysitter. So I told her to tell her father to call my father and they would work it out.
Lars escorted her home and when they turned to leave, I caught Victor English snickering like an asshole near the back of the Glass House where the servers hang out during their breaks.
I’m ninety-nine percent sure he was behind Lacy’s sudden appearance.
Then Dante made a rule that Cadee couldn’t walk all day. She had to crawl everywhere.
Fine. He wants to be a dick? That’s his prerogative.
So I go over to Cadee to remind her that she’s here by choice—and yeah. That was not what she wanted to hear.
Every single girl ganged up on me and now… I’m the dick here. Not Dante.
Could it get any worse?
Yes, it can always get worse.
Because I get a cryptic message from my father’s assistant, Laurie, telling me she needs to talk to me—in person, mind you. All the way across the fucking lake—and this meeting needs to