Page 36 of Ice Me Out

“Fuck it. Are they as hot as you?”

She smiled deviously and said, “They’re hotter than me.”

“They can join us. I’ll pay for your study group’s drinks.”

Vera hissed through her teeth and shoved her hands into her pockets.

“Thanks for the offer, but I can’t accept that. My study group can get a bit rowdy, and they drink like they’re fish.”

Marlon snorted and stood from his stool, towering over her.

“Let’s go to the bar, wifey, and start a tab for you and your study group.”

Vera giggled and retrieved her purse.

“All right. It’s your funeral.”

I yanked my phone out of my pocket and texted her.

Me: Are you fucking kidding me?

Me: I’ve been texting and calling you all night. You ignore me, and then you show up and flirt with my teammates in front of my face.

Me: Vera, answer my goddamn texts.

She glanced at her phone and shot me an unimpressed look over her shoulder before responding.

Vera: I was giving you time to think things over.

I closed my eyes and clenched my phone in my hand.

I’m spanking that ass if I get my hands on her again.

“You okay, Myers?” Morgan asked, noticing my distress.

“I’m fine,” I lied.

“You don’t look fine,” Chandler insisted.

Me: I don’t need time to think things over any longer. I’ve been trying to get you to agree to an amendment to our contract.

Vera: Are you referring to the opportunity to extend another season?

Me: Yes.

Vera: Amendment denied. Sign the contract.

She’s playing hardball.

Me: I’m not signing this unless you agree to the amendment.

Vera: According to Google, your captain signed a $20 million contract extension with the Warriors last year. Do you think he’d be interested in my services?

Black spots danced before my vision, and I was afraid I’d stroke out if she kept it up. I pulled up the Sugar Rush app and signed the contract without further hesitation.

A few minutes later, I got a notification with a copy of Vera’s signed contract and the wiring instructions. My eyes bulged when I noticed the amount requested. She was asking for forty grand, which was comprised of her $25k advance, $5k for her weekly maintenance, and $10k for a “Putting up with my Sugar Daddy’s Bullshit” fee.

Fuck me running.