Free Sweet Billionaire Stepbrother ~ Part 1 by Harlow Grace Page A

number of places. The balcony. The empty offices. His car. Somewhere off campus. Fuck. Every second counted. Paralyzed by fear of making the wrong choice, I tried to put myself in his shoes. If I wanted to fuck a girl quick and fast to win a bet, I’d have to prove I’d done the deed. So where would I take my prey?
    Somewhere that the most people would witness it.
    Of course.
    The unisex bathrooms. There were lines of people waiting to get inside. Witnesses. It was pretty obvious if a guy and girl went in together what was going to happen in there.
    Christ.
    I pushed through the crowd toward the line of bodies leaning against the wall. Couples in various states of making out blocked my way. I squinted as I tried to see better in the dimly lit passage. My gaze rested on a woman in a tight embrace wearing a dress the same color as Layla’s, and in the dim light I could just make out a man’s hands on her breasts and his tongue down her throat. Shit. Could Matthews not wait until he had her inside? I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him off her with a strength I didn’t know I possessed.
    “What the fuck, man?” The angry eyes glaring at me weren’t those of Matthews. I didn’t know if I should be relieved or pissed that I hadn’t found them. The woman gave me a death stare before throwing her arms back around her man and pulling him to her.
    I cursed under my breath as I pushed my way through more sweaty bodies. Where the fuck were they?
    All I knew was that Seth Matthews was going to fuck Layla to win a damn bet. I’d heard his friends talk about it in the men’s room. I had to find them before that happened. Dread rose in my chest. What if I was too late?
    A woman’s scream tore through me. The panic in her voice was undeniable.
    Layla? Please God, no.
    I bolted toward the high pitched sound with my heart in my throat.
    Fuck.
    I’m going to kill a man tonight.
    I was willing go against every oath I’d made to preserve life to protect her.
    If he’s hurt one hair on her head . . .
    Grunting, I exhaled a heavy breath as I reached the source of the screams. Without thinking, I kicked the door open with such force it hit the wall with a loud thud.
    Bursting forward, I stopped in my tracks.
    What. The. Fuck?
    A man lay on the floor with his pants around his knees and froth spilling from the corners of his mouth. His eyes had rolled backwards into his head. A woman leaned against the wall, her dress pulled down to her waist with her tits fully exposed, shock and streaks of mascara littered her face.
    “What’s going on?” I yelled at her. “Talk to me!”
    Ignoring the state of the filthy floor, I fell to my knees and gripped the man’s chin, lifting his head backwards to open his airways.
    “I . . . I don’t know. I was giving him head and then . . . he went limp and then . . . this.” Sobs raked her skinny body as she pointed to the guy on the floor while his body shuddered with convulsions.
    “Pull up your dress,” I commanded as heads appeared in the doorway. She nodded and did as she was told.  Thank fuck. I didn’t need to deal with a half-naked woman whilst working on her date. In a softer tone, I said, “Calm down, sweetheart.” I gave her my best smile. “Take a few deep breaths. I’ve got this, okay?”
    Returning my attention to the poor fucker on the floor, I loosened the tie around his neck before pulling his pants up to cover his dick. He was having an epileptic fit. This chick must’ve caused the wires in his brain to fuse and blow.
    “A doctor . . .  we need a doctor,” she panted, her eyes still wide as reality slowly sunk in.
    “I’m a doctor,” I told her calmly. She was about to completely lose her shit and I couldn’t deal with that right now. I needed to get the man to a safe position and then get out of there to find Layla. Every minute that passed was freaking me the fuck out.
    “Thank God,” she said as new tears streamed down her face, adding to the mess she