Bully King – Kings of High Court College Read online J.A. Huss

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, College, Dark, New Adult, Romance, Suspense, Young Adult Tags Authors:
Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)

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Bully King - Kings of High Court College

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High Court College isn't for everyone. And the secret society that meets deep in the woods is even more exclusive. Only a select few will get in during the summer rush--and Cadee Hunter wants to be one of them. Too bad it's Cooper Valcourt's mission to make sure she fails.
Bully boys. Arrogant tyrants. Blue-blood bastards. Call them whatever you want. Around here, we just call them Kings.

Fancy boats. Lakeside mansions. Luxe watches and bespoke suits.
The Kings of High Court College act like Gods.
And Cooper Valcourt is the worst of them.
He is the bully king. His family owns everything. And his mission is to put me in my place and send me packing.

But Cooper and I have a history filled with secrets. And everyone knows that power doesn’t come from having money.
It comes from holding secrets. And I’m holding one of his. A very dark secret that can bring him to his knees.
Bully King is new-adult, dark, bully romance from New York Times bestselling author JA Huss featuring boys with power and girls at their mercy. It’s a campus shrouded in lies and a summer rush into an elite society that can propel a poor girl straight into the ruling class. If… she’s willing to pay the price.
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“Do you know what your problem is, Christopher?”

I hate it when my father calls me Christopher. He only does it to be a dick. No one calls me Christopher. Not even him.

Except when he wants to be a dick.

And he always sneers it. Because my given name wasn’t his idea. It was my dead uncle’s name on my mother’s side and she insisted on it. My oldest brother nicknamed me Cooper because my middle brother couldn’t say my name right.

“Well? Do you?” There’s a bulging vein sticking out the side of his neck.

“This a real question? You really want me to tell you what my problem is?”

“I asked”—he takes a moment to suck in air through his flaring nose—“if you knew what your problem was.”

I pull out my phone, bring up my notes app, and click on the starred title at the top. “My problem is”—I sigh as I read from the app—“I’m an inconsiderate little prick who thinks that this good life I’ve been provided is a right instead of a privilege. I’m also greedy, stupid, lazy, and will never amount to anything.” I slouch in the chair in front of his massive mahogany desk. “Does that about cover it, Dad?”

He hates when I call him ‘Dad.’ It’s only ever been ‘Father’ for him.

But hey, he called me Christopher first. So fuck it.

“I should throw you out,” he threatens.

“Do it,” I say back. I even narrow my eyes at him to put some threat behind the dare.

He won’t. If he was going to throw me out of High Court College—the college my family founded nearly two hundred years ago—he’d have done it long before the end of junior year.

“You’re on your own next semester. Do not expect that trust fund to mature upon matriculation.”

Why he has to use words like ‘matriculation,’ I’ll never understand. Can’t he just say ‘acceptance’ like everyone else?

No. He’s a pretentious bastard who feels the need to rub everyone else’s inferiority in their faces.

Like I even want to be a part of his stupid fraternity. It wasn’t even my idea. I was forced into it.

“No money,” he continues. “No cars. No boats. No trips. No—”

“I get it, Dad. I’m cut off. There are no favors from your criminal friends in my future. Are we done here?”

“Criminals!” He bellows a laugh up at the high ceiling of his office. “You’re one to talk.”

“So we got a little messed up. Who cares? That’s what guys my age do.”

“You were arrested!”

“It was a drunk-tank arrest. And we weren’t driving the boat. She was.” I almost manage not to laugh.

But not quite.

“This is funny? Boy?” And now he’s growling at me so I know we’re already done here. The growl is a sure sign he’s about to lose his shit. “You didn’t just get drunk. That girl’s father called me.”

“So? She wanted it.”

My father just stares at me, his unblinking focus on me as he probably wonders how a boy like me could possibly be related to him. “Do you have any idea how many problems you caused for me because of your actions last night? You’re not going to get away with it this time.”

“OK. Fine.” I throw up my hands and roll my eyes. “What’s my punishment?”

I expect the usual. Some high-visibility community service so the masses might see me as some relatable, humble human being. Which is stupid. Very few people can relate to me. And I’m not very humble. Humble doesn’t get you far in this life I’m living.

My father slides a glossy blue and gold folder across his desk. It slips right over the edge and I have to catch it before it drops to the ground.

School colors, ut-oh. I hold the folder up. “What’s this?”

Winston Valcourt, Chairman of High Court College and Prep, AKA my father, grins like he just slipped something past me and I haven’t realized it yet. “Your summer job, son.”

“Job?” I laugh. “No. I’ve already got a summer job. I’m out of here this afternoon. I put in my mandatory family appearance at the Prep graduation last night and now I’ve got a ticket to New Zealand with my name on it.”

“Not anymore.”

“Like hell.” I glare at him. “I’m not getting stuck here all summer. Ax, Lars, and I are all leaving for the airport in”—I look at my watch—“three hours.”