Angie walked through the doors of the frat house party, the bass of the music pounding through her body. Feeling alive, she made her way to the bar and ordered her drink of choice. She spotted two men at the end of the bar, both eyeing her up and down. One was tall and muscular with caramel skin and dark hair, while the other was shorter with a lean build and light eyes. Angie couldn't help but feel drawn to both of them.

As the night wore on and the drinks kept flowing, Angie found herself dancing with the taller man. He introduced himself as Malik and she couldn't help but feel the heat rise in her when his hands skimmed over her hips. As they danced, she noticed the shorter man watching them intently, a dark look in his eyes.

Eventually, Malik asked Angie if she wanted to head up to the bedrooms. She hesitated for a moment, feeling a little uneasy about the situation, but her desire won out in the end. They made their way up to a room and began making out, the passion between them building quickly. Things took a wild turn when the shorter man, whose name was Blake, suddenly burst into the room.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he yelled at Malik.