Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

was way too distracted by Hugh Hefner here. I shake my head as I get a grip of myself.

Just act calm. This shouldn’t bother you, Brielle, I remind myself.

It’s casual.

Cas. u. al.

It’s no bother to me if these women want him. I’m just using him for sex, anyway.

Julian smiles warmly as the blonde kisses his both cheeks. “How are you?”

Ugh, stop being so fucking cute or I will hurt you.

“I wanted to talk to you.” She smiles.

“About?”

She glances at me, and then hands me a twenty-pound note.

I look at it, confused.

“Can you go to the cafeteria and grab me a coffee, darling? Just cream. No sugar.”

What the hell? Who does she think she is?

I shove the money back into her hand. "No. I'm not your coffee girl, and please don't call me darling." I stand and glare at Julian. "What I am going to do is leave so I don't have to listen to you embarrass yourself any more," I snap.

Her mouth falls open, and Julian’s lips twist as he tries to hide his smile. I storm off toward the dressing sheds. Honestly, these women are ferocious.

Of all the nerve! Get her coffee. Have you ever?

I storm around the corner and see four girls from an opposing team surrounding Willow. It’s the same four who were around her last week when she seemed uncomfortable.

I walk up behind them.

“You’re pathetic,” I hear the blonde sneer at Willow.

Willow goes to brush past them, but the girl grabs her arm.

“I would hate to be you. Your poor family must be so ashamed.”

My heart drops.

Oh no…

“Your mother probably fucking killed herself to get away from you,” the blonde hisses, and the other girls all laugh cruelly. “Even death would be better than living with you.”

Willows' face drops.

Something feral snaps inside of me—something that isn’t supposed to snap with sixteen-year-old girls on the receiving end of it.

I rush forward. “What the fuck did you just say?” I growl.

Their faces fall, paling instantly.

Willow shakes her head and grabs my arm. “Leave it, Brell.”

“No. I will not leave it,” I snap as I pull out of her grip. I point to the blonde. “You listen here and you listen good. If you ever come near Willow again, if you even dare look her way, I will be down your door, lady. And you better watch out because it won’t be fucking pretty. Do you understand me?” I growl.