Free My Fraternity Big Brother by Natasha Palmer Page B

easily and it runs in the family. Plus, if I didn’t major in something engineering then my dad would disown me.”
    “That sucks.”
    “It has its ups and downs, but hey, can’t complain when I get to ride around in that,” he said pointing at his car.
    “I wanted to ask you about that, but didn’t want to be rude.”
    “It’s okay. The guys make fun of me for being a rich kid and being the son of Hunter Jacobs.”
    “Hunter Jacobs.” My jaw dropped. Hunter Jacobs was the co-founder of Tentacle, a Fortune 100 company. A multi-billionaire.
    “Yeah. Your reaction is how most people react,” he said laughing. “Girls freak out when they find out. They have some fantasy of me being Christian Grey and becoming their dominator. Fucking Fifty Shades of Grey.”
    “It’s got to be nice to have girls fighting over you.”
    “It’s okay. You probably have a bunch clawing for you. Your girlfriend is lucky. She’s got a handsome guy,” he said. “And a guy with a big dick,” he said winking.
    I laughed. “I have a fair share of girls who have been interested, but I’ve been with my girlfriend for four years.”
    “Damn. How’s the sex life?” I hesitated and didn’t respond right away. “You haven’t had sex? Four years and no sex?”
    “I know. Don’t tell any of the bros or my pledge bros. They will give me so much shit,” I said.
    “I won’t. I want to hear more about this girlfriend situation, but let’s order something first. What do you want?”
    “I’ll go up with you and order myself.”
    “Nah man. I got you. You’re a poor college student now. I’m the spoiled son of a billionaire. I think I can afford it.”
    “Fine. Just get me a chicken Caesar salad.”
    “Watching your weight?” he asked smirking.
    “Um. No, it’s just.”
    “I’m fucking with you again man. That’s what I’m getting too. Another word of advice, if you order that with other frat guys and they say a comment like I did, just own it. Just own it no matter what they say and eventually they will stop making comments. Don’t let yourself become an insecure frat guy with the belief that you always have to have a tough guy image. It’s bullshit,” he said.
    “Thanks,” I said smiling. “Thanks for the food.” My heart warmed as he left to go order the food at the counter. I felt a bond forming with him. I hope he ends up being my big brother.
    He stayed at the counter talking to the cute cashier girl while they made the salads. I sat looking at them. I bet you he gets laid so much. He probably could hook up with that girl right now. Just say quit, I’ll take care of you and we can bang all of the time. Lucky him.
    He carried the salads back and sat down. “Did you get her number?” I asked.
    He laughed. “No. She is just a friend. I have a girlfriend. She’s the president of Delta Gamma.”
    “How long have you been together?”
    “Two years. Let’s talk about you though. Four years and no sex. That’s tough. Is she really religious?”
    “Yeah she is,” I said taking a bite of my salad. I chewed the warm chicken lathered in Caesar sauce. A little of the Caesar sauce fell off the chicken and slid my chin. Before I could reach up and wipe it away with a napkin, Travis reached across the table with his hand. His index finger pressed against the bottom of my chin and moved upwards scooping the Caesar sauce onto it. He lightly grazed my bottom lip as he pulled his finger away. He drew his hand towards his face and sucked on his finger like he was sucking the blood from a small cut.
    “Sorry about that. I didn’t want it to get on your clothes,” he said.
    “Uh. Thanks.” That was kind of weird, but it was considerate so whatever.
    “What type of religion does she follow?”
    “She’s a Mormon.”
    “Ohh. How does she feel about you joining a fraternity?”
    “Hates it. Absolutely hates it. Thinks I’m going to cheat on her. We’ve been fighting a lot about it lately.”
    “ Are you?” he