Page 38 of Devious Obsession
And then she’s past Knox and Greyson, too, and leaving the four of us with our fucking dicks in our hands.
Metaphorically, obviously.
“Whoever wins tomorrow gets her,” the player says, appraising me.
“Whoever wins tomorrow gets first shot at her,” I counter.
He nods. “Fine.”
We shake on it. And then my friends and I go home. Because, fuck it—I need to be ready for tomorrow.
10
ASPEN
“What are you wearing?” Willow screeches and throws her hands up to stop me from coming any closer.
I snort, plucking at the Knights’ jersey that Josh Maverick gave me last night. It’s the one they wear when they play at home, so it’s mostly red with white lettering. He’s number seven. His name is on the back of it, making no mistake exactly where I got it.
The fact that Thalia’s cousin goes to Smoke Valley and was able to get me the number of their best player is just another reason why I love her. And that he’d be willing to help me… although I heard what he and Steele were discussing afterward.
Luckily, I picked the best player for a reason. So even if Steele has some sort of vendetta, he won’t be so easily crushed.
I hope anyway.
Coming to the game tonight in general might’ve been a bad idea.
“It’s just a little motivation for O’Brien.” Violet slings her arm around my shoulders. “Greyson explained it. Right, Aspen?”
Oh, great. “Yep.”
I have a picture saved on my phone that I took while I was getting ready, but I’m not ready to send it yet. I won’t until just before the game, because the last thing I need is for Steele to try and get me to change.
Thalia is trying not to laugh at Willow’s mortified expression. Amanda, Jess, and Michelle join us, too, and they have mixed reactions. But Violet explains again, and they all go back to looking semi-normal.
We sit, and I pull out my phone. I’m sandwiched between Violet and Thalia.
Violet glances at the image, and she chuckles. “You’re dangerous.”
My face heats. I thought so, too, when I took the picture in my mirror. I’m only wearing the jersey, which is long enough that it just barely covers my ass. My body is tilted to show off the number and name on the back, as well as the bruise on my thigh.
May as well hit him with a double-whammy.
Me
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Thanks for the fifty bucks, asshole.
The sad thing is, I actually did pay that much to borrow the jersey.
Worth it, though. It’s not like it was my money. This is as much Steele’s fault as mine.
And also, this is the first time I’ve texted him. I got his number from his dad before I left for college, and I never thought I’d use it. But then again, he wasn’t supposed to be the guy from the summer either.
Everything just got screwed up.
Steele
