Page 62 of Secret Husband
“Ganging up on me? I’m going to order pizza, though neither of you deserve it.” He took out his phone and scanned the screen. “What do you want on it, fuckers?”
I found Lauren with one sneaky eyebrow raised.
As I held her gaze, I murmured, “everything.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Alexei
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“Dude, we won!”
Jason Isner was exceptionally drunk, but then he had good reason to be. We were NCAA Division 1 champions.
Every guy on this team would get laid tonight, even Foley, who had complained about not scoring the entire year. Winners had no problems attracting pussy. This was an incontrovertible fact.
Jason threw his arm around my neck and kissed my cheek. “You played well, Naz.”
“I did.” Two goals, one assist.
“Yet you’re still sober.”
Nothing would stand in the way of what I needed tonight. No whiskey dick for me.
“I cannot help it if my tolerance is higher.”
“You’re kind of an asshole. But I still love you.” Another cheek kiss.
“We will play against each other soon as pros. You will not love me so much then.”
“I’ll love you more because I’ll beat you.” The nonsense of the trashed.
“Not playing for LA you won’t.” I patted his cheek. “I will also miss winning at PlayStation.”
“You’ve been up against the wrong player, Nazarov.”
The energy shifted, my body with it, as I looked up into the silver eyes of Lauren. She smiled at me, then switched her attention to my teammate.
“Isner, are you already wasted?”
He stood and hugged her. “It’s my best girl! Lemme get you a drink. Theo!” He yelled toward the bar. “Get one for Lo.”
Isner’s brother, the famous Theo Kershaw, had put his credit card behind the bar, and everyone was acting as if they had never had a free drink in their miserable lives.
“I’ll get one and maybe some water so you can pace yourself.” She offered up that sly grin I adored. “Are you the only sober person here, Nazarov?”
“I do not drink as much as people think I do.”
“Love you, Lo,” Jason said as he clumsily patted her arm.
“I love you, too, Isner.”
She winked at me, then disappeared. It had been almost a month since that kiss, and we were both too busy with school, practice, and games to spend any time together. But tonight, nothing would stand in our way.
A minute later, Theo returned and I stood. “Take my seat, Mr. Kershaw.”
“Mr. Kershaw? I’ve never heard such disrespect.”
