The Heartbreaker

We take shots.

As we walk around the party, I spot Lawrence and stop breathing, stop walking, stop functioning.

“Oh shit,” Misty says behind me.

“Oh shit is right,” I say and Misty doesn’t even know about the freaking paper he wants me to sign. “Let’s go . . . ummm . . . ”

“Game room,” Bobby says, grabbing my hand. “Ex-boyfriend?”

“Yes.”

“What kind of douche is he?”

“The worst one of all. The cheating, manipulating, asshole kind who’s about to get paid millions of dollars and knows it.”

“Damn.” Bobby laughs. “Note to self, don’t sign a million-dollar contract yet.”

“Your note to self should be don’t be an asshole manipulative cheater, but okay.” I sigh, glancing around.

We walk down three steps into a room that looks like a total mancave. Huge big screen TV, billiard table in the middle, and two table tennis tables that are currently being used for beer pong. I stop short when I spot Jagger, standing on the other side of the room. There’s a girl currently holding on to his arm, looking up at him as she speaks. He’s laughing, about to bring the beer bottle in his hand to his mouth when his eyes meet mine. My heart gallops. He takes a sip of his beer, still looking at me as the girl continues to talk to him, her hands still on him. His eyes lower to take me in slowly, and suddenly the tight, short dress I’m wearing makes me feel like I’m naked. His eyes stop at my waist, or I think it’s my waist, until I realize my hand is still holding Bobby’s. I don’t know why, but I let go quickly, as if caught doing something I shouldn’t be doing, which is dumb since Jagger has made it clear that we’re not serious and I can date other people if I want.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Jagger

I’ve been watching Josephine play beer pong and flirt with Bobby for five minutes and already I can’t stand it. I could be petty and do the same with Cassidy, whose been trying to get in my pants since last year and hasn’t left my side the entire time I’ve been here, but I’m not a petty person. I don’t like mind games or wasting precious time. Maybe my first year, or my second, or even my third, but I’m not into the games anymore. I’m also not into fucking multiple women at once. At least, not anymore. Not after I finally had Jo again. Jo, who won’t even admit to herself that the reason she won’t allow me to fuck her in my bed is because I fucked other women there before her. I don’t make it a habit of guessing what people are feeling, but I know Jo and I know that’s the case here and from the way she keeps glancing over here and looking between me and Cassidy I also know she’s just as bothered by this as I am by seeing her with Bobby. The question is, will she do something about it? Will I?

“Are you going to start next week?” Cassidy asks. I tear my gaze from Jo’s and pay attention to Cassidy instead.

“I don’t know. Probably not.”

“Is your shoulder still hurting?” She brings a hand up and touches my shoulder, doing a massaging motion. It feels good, so I let her continue.

“Sometimes. It depends on my movements.”

“Well, if you want to come upstairs with me, I’ll do all the work,” she says, lowering her voice as she pushes her chest against mine.

I smile because I can’t help it. Getting attention from beautiful women is something that I may be accustomed to, but it doesn’t mean it gets old, and Cassidy is a ten out of ten, with her curvaceous body and an ass that a Kardashian would pay for. I hold her gaze as I take another sip of my beer. I’m almost out and I’m on a two-beer limit, for no particular reason other than the fact that I know myself and pacing is everything during football season, which means I either get another beer or take Cassidy upstairs and let her ride me, which would make her year and my night. She’d be good in bed. That’s not even a question.

I’ve seen her dancing and I’ve heard enough from my teammate, Rodney, the backup quarterback, to know she’d be great, but she’s not Jo. It’s a stupid ass thought. Jo wouldn’t care if I took Cassidy upstairs. Still, the thought makes me glance over at her. I find that she’s openly staring at me. Her gaze lowered to the hand Cassidy is dragging down my torso and finally sets on the band of my jeans. Jo’s eyes flare. She looks up at my face. I raise an eyebrow, like does this bother you? What are you going to do about it? She seems to receive the message loud and clear and steps away from Bobby and walks over to me, her hips swinging with each step. I bite my lip, my mouth watering as I think about those hips, those thighs around my waist, that wet cunt squeezing my cock.