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“We witnessed the entire ordeal. Let me just say you gave him hell. We thought you’d burn the entire place down from where you stood. You should be proud.”

“We?” I asked, as Oliver nodded towards where Jenner sat silently. His face unreadable.

“It was hard to miss you with all the yelling.” Jenner smirked, leaning forward in the chair.

“The only other time I’ve seen Noah go that white is when Jenner threatened him on the ice a few years back. You remember, right?” Oliver asked.

“One of my favorite memories.” Jenner’s cold exterior cracked slightly at the thought.

Great. Not only had they witnessed the explosion that had been my breakup, but there was obviously a rivalry that went past hockey between Jenner and Noah.

Before I could ask what, the fight was about, Fallon bounced excitedly in her seat. She loved drama. “I decided she needed a night out to get over his looser ass and get under someone new if you know what I mean.” Pulling on a strand of curls, Fallon smiled. “But the hair change was all Kat! Doesn’t she look amazing!”

“She does.”

My head turned so fast it could have flown off. It was one thing when he undressed me with his eyes, not knowing who I was. A compliment now was another. Or not. I thought.

“And which one of these fine gentlemen were you planning on seducing?” Oliver asked, leaning closer, an arm stretched along the back of the back of the couch.

Scanning the room, I came up empty for anyone I was attracted to. Except for one person I should absolutely not go down that road with. No matter how curious the alcohol clouding my better judgment made me think otherwise.

“Well, the original plan had been Jenner.” Fallon answered. I gave up trying to look anywhere but in Jenner’s general direction when I felt his gaze on me once more.

To anyone else, he looked unfazed by Fallon's comment, but I noticed subtle changes in his demeanor. His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring as he watched a warm blush spread across my cheeks. Stupid hormones. That is not happening.

CHAPTER 6

Katherine Townsend was sitting in my basement, looking like an angel with broken wings. She was heaven and hell, wrapped in one tiny perfect form. Tempting, delicious, and completely unexpected. She’d appeared out of thin air, and I knew nothing would be the same.

From the appreciative glances by the lions waiting to pounce around us. I knew I had to move fast. I’m not one to turn down re-bound sex like Fallon was implying, but Katherine was different. This couldn’t just be a sloppy second’s hook-up in the back of my car. No, this had to be different.

Peeling my creeper like gaze from the red dress that clung to Kat’s curves like silk draped over marble, I faintly heard Oliver recounting my latest sexual encounter.

“Trust me, I’ve heard the things that come out of his bedroom late at night. No woman is ever left unsatisfied. Which is why there’s a different one every other night.”

While not un-true, I didn’t need Katherine, and her shark of a best friend, forming the same assumptions everyone else on campus already had. I was a heartless playboy.

“You’re one to talk, Sir.” I shoot back at Oliver, knowing it would make his skin crawl in retaliation.

Oliver smirked, his eyes growing dark before bringing the crystal glass of whiskey to his lips. “Only the ladies get to call me that. You know the rules.”

To my surprise, Fallon caught the unspoken meaning behind his words, and she watched Oliver with a newly reformed interest. Lucky for her, she’s just his type. Unluckily, for him, she’d chop his balls off the second he even tried.

Her pale skin was a stark contrast to her tiny black dress. Her dark red hair reading as a warning for her fiery personality. Yeah, she's definitely hurt my guy if he even suggested the things I knew ran through his mind.

“See, I was right, that’s exactly what you need!” Fallon slurred, waving her hand between Kat and I. She was officially drunk.

“Fal, give it up.” Kat whispered, “It’s not like I can use him to get back at Noah now.

“Why not?” I ask suddenly interested in the conversation.

“Umm...” Kat mumbles, the alcohol clearly having prompted her previous statement. “Well... because... because I don’t want to be another one of your puck bunnies.” Kat answered proudly.

Now it was my turn to catch her off guard. “You would never be one of them. You don’t fit that description.”

“See, you don’t even find me attractive.” Kat argued with a controlled expression.

“I never said that. I’d be more than happy to show you exactly how much I find you attractive.”