"Dude." Jaxon leaned in, voice dropping to a gravel rasp, that competitive edge sharpening until it could slice skin. "You just went viral. Like, right now. There's probably fifty videos uploading of you this second. You'd have woke up tomorrow with ten thousand DMs, most of them nudes."
He said it like a threat.
Dex clapped his hands together—CRACK—the sound cracking through the thick, salty air like a starter pistol.
"Which is why we capitalize! Party at my place! Free drinks, pool, hot tub, and—" He swept one tanned, Rolex-flashing arm across the swarm. "—all these lovely people who want to worship our new Beach King!"
The crowd roared—a single, animal sound that rolled across the sand and made the gulls scatter. Phones shot higher. Girls screamed my name like they were coming on it.
