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Do I like him?
“What kind of question is that? I am his friend.”
Oh shit, did he not hang up in time? Well, who the fuck cares? I don’t.
She shifts her weight on her legs, “I heard what you said. Do you like my boyfriend?”
I snort, “is he even your boyfriend still? I’m just a friend helping him out.”
She doesn’t say anything else, just walks out. Yes, she heard everything, but at this point I don’t care. What I do care about is Dasher’s wellbeing and she’s not good for him.
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Chapter 20
Dasher
My attention is not on practice, and it shows. Dropping balls left and right, getting tackled every minute. Coach is so frustrated with me that he broke his clipboard.
The guys file into the locker room to grab their stuff to go home but he pulls me into his office, “Frost, we have a problem.”
I flop down into the seat, “I’m sorry, Coach. I’ll be ready for the game, I promise.”
He looks me up and down, “you better be. I don’t know what’s caused this lack of judgment or whatever but fix it. We need you.”
I don’t say a word, I just leave, grab my bag and head to my car. I don’t even say anything to Tyler or Jester. The drive to Raine’s is short or feels that way as I’m so lost in thought.
What makes everything worse is Poppy’s been blowing up my phone with absurd accusations. She accused me of sleeping with her boss. The audacity of her accusations is breathtaking. I mean, she actually cheated on me and when I needed space, all of a sudden, I’m sleeping with someone.
I texted Raine I was on my way home so he would know and then I just drive on auto pilot. Pulling into his underground garage is surreal. There are two, his and then one for the rest of the tenants. Money, man. I wish I had money like this. Everyone always assumes that you’re rich if you’re a professional athlete. It’s a lie, at least for me. One day I’ll get there. But I don’t play football for the money, I play for the love of the sport.
The private elevator opens up to the penthouse and it smells good in here, like dumplings and rice or something.
Raine looks up from the sunken living room, “I brought a variety of different things.” I take my bag to my room and join him. He’s not wrong, it looks like he ordered from several different places.
“Hamburgers, salt and pepper chicken, Asian, Thai, take your pick.” I dive in like a man starved, because I am. I worked up an appetite even if I was a piece of shit on the field today.
He picks up some fried chicken and starts eating, “how was practice?”
I laugh, “I got yelled at because I was distracted. Poppy accused me of sleeping with you.”
He frowns, “yeah, she did the same to me.”
The fuck. She actually had the nerve to accuse her own boss? She’s lost it.
“I haven’t responded to her. But it affected my game.”
He leans back, “seems like you need to relax.”
Yeah, I do.
“Can I help?” he asks me, and I shrug, “what can you do to help me relax?”
He sets his plate down, “don’t make this weird.”
I’m not sure what he’s going to do, but I’m frozen as he kneels in front of me. I do nothing when he shimmies my shorts down my legs and I certainly don’t stop him when he wraps his hands around my dick.
He looks up at me and I just nod a go ahead. He leans down and swallows my cock. I jolt off the couch a little bit, but he places a hand on my stomach.