"I can't believe you've never been to a frat party." Stella said, as she applied a dark pink lipstick to her lips.
"We'll I've never been one for pretentious spoiled kids." He squinted at her.
She looked at him standing behind her in the mirror. "I'm going to try and not take offence to that."
"This seems a bit tretrous, who is going to be at this party? How long will it last? What time do you plan on leaving?" Dante questioned.
Stella laughed and turned to face him. "Look I get it's your job to protect me, but relax. It's at my friend Jake's fratthouse, Kappa Delta Jamma-mama or something or other. I've been a dozen times with Tif and the girls. They usually just find a drunk boy to go hook up with, and Tif and I dip when the group disperses and come back here to finish the bottle of Jack we swipe from their stash."
Dante stood there, unreadable. "We'll leave if you think anything shading is going on." Stella rolled her eyes.
"How could I be the protective loving boyfriend, if you don't play the part?" Dante said with puppy eyes.
"Excuse me, the fuck?" Tif said from the door way, shocked at the words Dante just said, and proably by how he said them. "Ya'll are...?" She said pointing between them.
"No!" they said together, "We're playing the dating card, so people don't get weirded out that I have a boy following me everywhere."
"What's new." Tif rolled her eyes. "We'll if you two could stop 'fake' flirting we need to go. The girls are waiting."
Stella sauntered out infrom of Dante, as he mocked, "Oh no, can't keep the campus princesses waiting."
Stella swung around sliced a finger nail acrossing his troat, cutting skin on one side of his neck. "Ow!"
"I'll scratch harder, if you keep making fun of my friends, they might be pretentious princesses, but they also run the campus." She threatended.
Dante threw his hands up, even though he wasn't threanted by her at all.
Dante drove them over to the party on Frat row, just incase they had to make a quick get away. He could hear the booming of the party blocks away. "Park at the back of the house, the boys know me, it won't be a problem." Stella instructed from the back seat. Dante drove to the back of the frat house, down an alley where there were frat bros unloading a literal truck load of liquor into the house.
Stella stepped out of the car and waved to the boys. Her tight jeans and revealing top left nothing to the imagination, as Dante watched her walk up to the truck and schmooze the boys. Walking around the car to her, Dante noticed Tif was at the back of the truck where none of them were looking, and swiped a couple bottles under her leather jacket. Yupp they were gonna get drunk after the party.
"Thanks, guys. Is Jake inside?" Stella asked finishing up her conversation.
One of them said that he was at the bar, and to let herself in. Stella did just that walking through the back door and up some cramped stairs right to the main floor bar. It was as you would exepct a frat house party to be, musty, gross, dark, loud music, and flashing lights with a disco ball. Stella snaked behind the bar on the main floor that looked like it was cleaned up from being used as a dining room.
"Stella!" The man, she went up to yelled with exictment. He had the normal happy go lucky attitude, his frats shirt with red and white striped polo, kakhi shorts, and boat shoes.
Stella smiled sweetly at him, then yanked his colar so he came straight down to her ear. Dante couldn't make out what she said over the loud music, but he looked around the party for anyone looking suspicious or tracking their moves.
"Jake, you better not tell me you've been selling under market price!" Stella yelled at his ears. His face turned white.
"Look babe, I've got too much supply, I needed toget rid of it fast, so that when you're next shipment comes in I can increase the price again."
"You'll still be oweing me 100g's for your little price gouge. I expect you're debt to be paid by the time you sell off the next shipment. Understand?" She said running her sharp claws under his chin, drawing blood under his left ear.
Jake pulled away from her, and covered the cut. "Fine, Jesus!"
She turned back into that sweet vixen, "Pleasure."She yelled, and Dante turned back to her. Hearing her last words to Jake.
Tif had found the group of girls that he had seen at the club last week, they were all eyeing out their prey for the night. Stella came up behind Dante and took his arm. She had a red solo cup with God knows what in it, downed all of it and said, "Let dance!"
Though Dante thought it was a bad idea to take his attention away from watching the room, it was best to blend in as much as possible.
Stella started dancing on Dante, and the man was stiff as a board, she reached up and grabed his neck to bring her lips to his ear, "Dance on me like you're my boyfriend!"
How could he not, those tight jeans outlined her perfect full ass so perfeclty. And from Dante's vantage point he could see right between her breasts sitting in the tight red top that was a deep cut v and held up around her neck.
2000s R&B came on the speakers and the crowd cheered. If there was any kind of time for this to be the most sexual of dancing he had done, it was not now when he had a job to do. But song after song came on, and Stella kept throwing her arms around his neck and grinding on him, Dante was getting enchanted by the atmosphere, the music, and Stella. Those sharp blue eyes could tell him to do anything and he'd do it with a smile for her. But this was pretend, he had to keep her safe.
After what Dante thought was a few hours of dancing, Stella dragged him over to the bar where Jake was mixing drinks and passing out cans. Stella heald up 2 fingers, and Jake slid her a cup, and then fixed another one for Dante.
Grabbing her drink in one hand and his arm in the other, Stella led him to a seclucded area with couches, and made him sit down in the last space open, which was next to Tif, who was on top of some shaggy brown haired frat boy. Then Stella sat ontop of him, he laid his hand over her hip. He was playing the boyfriend card, right?
Tif perked up when she saw Stella, "What did Jake say?" She yelled to ask, a little less, as they were away from the dance floor.
"He'll be straight in a few weeks." She replied, her words coded.
A new song came over the speakers, and Tif yelled, "I love this song." She dragged her boy toy over to the dance floor, and Stella slid into her spot. Dante turned to look at here, and her eyes were half open. Was she falling asllep right now? Stella tried to tell him something, but it came out all slured. How did one drink get her wasted that quick?
Maybe it wasn't the drink.
Crap.
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Stella's Own
Romance*MATURE* Being the heiress of a decades-old mafia was hard work. The only way that Stella liked to relax was to have her own set of men at her disposal. Now finishing her senior year at college her father assigns her a body guard, who's tall, tatted...
