Page 70 of Good Girl’s Guide to Love (Guide to Love #4)

“I have too,” I admit. I felt like it was the safest thing to do when the headlines and photos started becoming more attacking. Though that didn’t seem to help. “I’m sorry I’ve kept us caged up.”

“No apologies. Let’s just hope that’s all behind us and we can hang out with friends like a normal couple.”

“Agree,” I say before I lean in. “But if you want to leave, just say the word. We’ll get out of here so fucking fast.”

“And why is that?”

Little minx knows exactly why, but if she wants to hear the words, why would I hold back?

“Because, I love it when my good girl wears dresses like this. When I can keep it on her as I bury my cock into her pussy. To see my cum drip down her leg. And from the moment I saw you tonight, that’s all I could think about.

Because when we get home, I’m going to press you against the door, lift up your skirt, and fuck you from behind until you scream. ”

I pull away just enough to see her eyes heat and her body squirm at my words. “Does that sound good, Ainsley Mae? Or do you want to stay here?”

She nods. “Take me home, Linc.”

That’s my girl.

In true Irish goodbye fashion, I take Ainsley’s hand and pull her up, giving Wyatt a quick nod so he knows we’re out, but I’m not spending the next twenty minutes shaking hands with my teammates, who I’ll see tomorrow.

It’s also why I don’t bother looking for Maddox, though we do pass him as we head to the elevator to take us to the first floor.

He has his eyes on his conquest of the night.

I can tell she’s older than him, probably in her mid-thirties, but my man doesn’t seem deterred. If anything, he’s all in.

Good for him.

We duck and weave our way through the crowd and make it to the elevator, making sure we avoid Katie and Dipshit.

When we step off, I wasn’t prepared for the crowd we’d be walking into on the first floor.

I hold on to Ainsley’s hand as I snake our way through the crowd.

We’re almost to the door when I get bumped by someone.

Next thing I know I lose hold of Ainsley, but when I turn around to try to look for her, I’m pushed from behind.

I assume it’s just because the bar is packed; that is, until I turn around and see the man I never want to see again.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Rockwell?”

The bastard has a smug smile on his face that gives me an unsettling feeling. “We’re on a bye this week. Told the team I needed to pack up some things at my old place. Figured I’d come out for a drink. Place isn’t my style, a little too juvenile. But it’ll do for the night.”

I don’t know why this man is walking around town like he has the biggest bank account out of all of us.

He wasn’t even the highest paid Fury player, and his contract went with him to Wisconsin.

And, the locker room gossip is that if the Fury couldn’t find a trade, then they were going to release him mid-contract for behavioral issues inside the clubhouse.

“Well you have fun.” I turn back to look for Ainsley, hoping that she’s not too far. I can see over most of the people, and I try to look for her hair and the bow she’s wearing, and just as I get an eye on her, I feel Rockwell pull me back again.

“You have a lot of nerve, you know that, right?” he says.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m in fucking Milwaukee because of you.”

“Or maybe you’re there because the Fury saw a toxic player and didn’t want to infect their locker room. And when they have a better player who doesn’t like to start shit with teammates, they choose that option. As far as I’m concerned, this is your find-out stage, Rockwell.”

He narrows his eyes. “You’ve been a pain in my ass since college. Why won’t you just go away?”

I step up closer to him, getting right in his face. “You did this to yourself. Now, I need to find my girl and you need to fuck off.”

He gives me a shove, and I think about pushing back. For just a second. But I can tell in his eyes he wants this. But I do the thing that I know pisses him off even more. I just turn and walk away.

I keep looking for Ainsley, and I finally spot her toward a side exit that the guys use from time to time to avoid the crowds. I start making my way toward her, when I notice she’s literally being pulled out by someone.

Fucking Dipshit.

“Ainsley!” I yell, all but throwing people out of my way to get to her. Which is how I don’t notice that I nearly walk over Katie.

“Oh, Linc! Funny seeing you here!”

“It’s really not,” I say, not having time for her bullshit.

“Where you going?”

“Leaving. Which doesn’t concern you.”

She’s on my heels, following me as I finally get to the exit.

“Let me guess, need to find your girlfriend?”

I don’t answer her—again, I feel like silence here is the best way to go—and I’m glad I don’t. It’s why the second we step out of the bar, I hear every word out of Ainsley’s mouth.

“You crazy fucking bitch!”

Stunned doesn’t even remotely come close to what I’m feeling as I watch my normally reserved, sometimes shy, never cursing, girlfriend, shriek words I never thought I’d hear coming from her mouth as she all but tackles Katie the second we exit the bar.

“Holy shit! Ainsley!” I go to grab her, pulling her off Katie as she starts pulling her hair. “Not saying that she probably doesn’t deserve this, but want to fill me in?”

“Her!” Ainsley points to Katie, who’s trying to play the sweet and innocent card. “She did this. She did all this. We were right. She set us up.”

I have no idea what Ainsley's talking about specifically, but judging by Katie’s smug look, she does.

“I don’t know what you mean, Ainsley?” Katie pretends to be sincere. “If anything you should be thanking me. I’m the reason you two lovebirds are together.”

“So you’re going to deny that the reason my ex here decided to follow and stalk me to my car was because you encouraged him to? And that you weren’t parked behind a car somewhere, getting every horrible picture you could?”

Katie just shrugs. “I don’t know what he told you, but that can’t be true. That doesn’t sound like something I’d do.”

She might’ve said those words, but the scathing look she sends to Dipshit, who’s now cowering away in his guiltiness, says more than her lie just did.

“You’re a fucking horrible person,” Ainsley says. And out of everything that’s happened in the past twenty minutes, Ainsley dropping f-bombs is still the most shocking. “I don’t know what your motivation was. Why you wanted to tear Linc down. But we’re not going to let you.”

“How you going to do that, Ainsley? Fight me? I thought that was Linc’s job in this relationship.”

I start to open my mouth, but Ainsley beats me to it. And not only that, but she pulls away from me and actually shoves her. “I fight for what’s mine. And that includes slapping bitches who fuck with those I love.”

Holy shit…my sweet Ainsley Mae might fight a bitch.

“You…you! You ruined everything!” Katie yells, lunging at Ainsley. I hurry and react, picking up Ainsley to get her out of the way, which only sends Katie flying and nearly running into the brick of the building.

“We need to get out of here,” I say to Ainsley as I set her back down. When I do, I notice a familiar look in her eye. I’ve seen it on myself before.

She’s ready to fuck someone up.

I try to pull her away, despite the “come at me” stare she’s giving Katie, which is why I don’t see Dipshit running toward me. That, and he’s short.

“Get your hands off of her!” he yells as he tries to tackle me. “She’s mine! She’s always been mine!”

I turn just in time to see him, and I swing my arm, trying to stop him. The only problem with that is because I don’t know what’s happening with anything right now, and he’s short, Dipshit runs into my outstretched and accidental fist.

“What the fuck?” I mutter as I watch him fall to the ground.

“You hit me!” Dipshit cries out, holding his nose. And yes, I technically did, but no way could I have hit him that hard.

Oh shit…I hit him…

“Oh no, what happened?” Katie says with a vengefulness in her voice I’ve never heard before. “Looks like someone got in a fight.”

“It’s…” I don’t have the words because I have no idea what’s happening right now. I look around, stunned, as Ainsley comes back to my side.

Which is when I see it. Him.

My downfall.

Brad Rockwell. Standing against the building. Phone pointed right at me.