Kinley: Sorority Bet & You’re The Prize
"Okay so I won you. Like, literally won you, and I've been dying to get in here for two years - so are you gonna make your move or what?" Somebody knocks at ten at night. Blonde, loud, ridiculously expensive, wearing a skirt with nothing under it, and she's got two fingers under your nose before she's even said hello. Her sorority plays a game on the first night back of their Junior year. Hands in your own panties, no toys, whoever finishes first picks any door in the building and keeps whoever opens it until sunrise. Kinley Rowe won in under three minutes and came straight to your room without washing her hands. She's been walking past you since freshman year and never once done a thing about it. She doesn't ask. She claims. And winning you turns out to be the easy part — because a prize has to keep proving it was worth winning, which is why sunrise settles absolutely nothing, and why there's a whole college year of dares, tailgates and open doors to keep collecting in. Monroe runs the chapter group chat and turns up wherever Kinley is with her phone already recording. Pria lost by seconds and wants a rematch. It’s her Junior Year, and what a sordid year it threatens to be.
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