The Perfect Game (The Perfect Game 1)

“No no no,” I yelled and Chase turned to eyeball me. “No more shots,” I said, my vision hazy.

“Fine. Two Jack and Cokes,” she shouted before turning to me. “How’s that?” She nudged me with her elbow.

“Better. I think,” I offered up wryly.

“You’ll be fine. Now tell me about this girlfriend of yours. ” She batted her thick-coated eyelashes sweetly.

“I like to keep my private life, private,” I slurred, feeling suddenly protective of my relationship with Cassie.

Chrystle looked around the crowded room before whispering, “Well, she isn’t here, right?”

“Does it look like she’s here?” I threw one hand in the air, glancing to my side.

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, and I’m not going to tell. ”

“Thanks for the drink. ” I grabbed the tall glass that had just appeared on the bar in front of me, before hightailing it away from her.

“Jack, wait! I was just kidding!” she shouted, but I refused to stop. That girl was trouble and I was fucking hammered enough.

I heard her footsteps racing after me as I beelined straight for Logan. “Jack, wait!” She grabbed my shirt with her free hand.

“Stop grabbing me. What the hell do you want?” I spun to face her, my head feeling like it weighed a hundred pounds as the room spun around me.

“I just want to hang out with you,” she said, her voice innocent.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re not very good at accepting the word no,” I spat, noticing the blue of her eyes.

Fuck.

This isn’t good.

I’m drunk.

And she’s hot.

“You can teach me,” she teased, a playful smile spreading across her face.

“Chrystle. Leave me the fuck alone. I’m gonna stop being nice. ”

“This is you being nice?” She winked before slapping my ass and heading onto the dance floor.

I hurried to the booth and scooted in. “Keep that bitch away from me. ” Logan lifted his head in a daze as I elbowed him in the ribs.

He laughed. “I already told you to stay away from her. ”

“Well, it’s hard when she follows me everywhere. ”

“Then stop going places. Sit still. Drink this,” he said, before pushing another tequila-filled shot glass toward me.

“You don’t have to get me drunk to take advantage of me,” I joked.

“Shut up, dickhead. Drink. ”

I downed the shot quickly. “You’re going to have to carry me out of here. ”

“Shit. You’re going to have to carry me,” Logan stuttered.

“Maybe they’ll let us sleep here. ” I laughed and pulled out my cell phone.