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“Cum for me, Nevaeh. Cum for me now. Give it to me, angel. You earned this.”

Nevaeh’s eyes hit mine and I watch her eyes darken for a split second before her eyes roll into the back of her head and she screams my name.

“Beau!”

“Fuck!” I yell, watching Nevaeh. I can feel her as her body rides the orgasm I just let her have. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I-” I grimace when that comes out of my mouth and stop myself from saying anything else. I won’t think about what I was going to say, or the fact that I’m not ready to be saying shit like that to her, but I can’t take the words back now that I’ve said them.

“Beau,” Nevaeh whispers and I grab the netting I used on her and pull it tight to cut off her words. I focus on her body, refuse to think about the fact that I’ve called her beautiful, or that I was about to say so much more when I stopped myself. As much as I want to stay right where I fucking am, I can’t risk it. I speed up, fucking into Nevaeh harder and faster, until I’m cumming on her thighs with a strangled moan.

“Nevaeh.” It’s the only thing I let myself say when I cum, because I don’t trust myself with saying more.

Hating Nevaeh is too much like loving her and the more I touch her, the more I fuck her, and have her screaming for me, the harder it is for me to tell the difference between the two. Love. That’s not what she’s supposed to get from me. I’m a dumb fucking asshole thinking I was going to manage my revenge without ending up in deep shit, because I almost said those fucking three words to her— I love you.

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NEVAEH

I just had sex with Beau again. I don’t know how it happened, but it did. I was so angry with him that I wasn’t thinking straight. I touch my neck. The area where he had the netting wrapped around me is tender. After we finished, Beau surprised me because he didn’t just leave right away. He helped me take the netting off and got me cleaned up again.

It was different this time.

I watched Beau as he went to the door and hesitated. We were both just standing there. I didn’t know if I should go out first or not, but I was also in a daze from what just happened.

“I’ll go out first. Wait here.”

I didn’t answer, just nodded. But that’s when Beau grabbed my face and forced me to look up at him. “I want to see you at the party tonight. Don’t do anything stupid, Nevaeh.”

I shoved his hand off me and glared up at him. “Don’t be an asshole, Beau.”

Beau laughed and moved into my space so fast that I jumped back out of instinct. My back hit the wall and he put a hand beside my head. “Angel, just because I like you mouthing off to me doesn’t mean you have free rein.” He trailed a finger through my hair and gave the lock in his fingers a quick tug. “Watch that tongue or I’ll cut it out. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I spit out at him and crossed my arms over my chest. “Can you please leave?”

Beau chuckled and stepped away from me. He smoothed his hands over his dress shirt and gave me a once over. He looked fine. He looked perfectly at ease and not like he just fucked me senseless in a storage room. I bet I looked like a mess.

“Trying to kick me out of bed, already. Ouch, Nevaeh. I’m hurt.”

“This isn’t exactly a bed, Beau,” I snapped and pointed around the room.

He looked around the room as if it were the first time he’d noticed and nodded. “No, it’s not. Next time.”

“Next time?”

He nodded and hefted his duffle bag higher on his shoulder. “Yes, next time,” he said and reached for the door. “You think I’m giving that fucking pussy up now that I broke it in?” he asked and laughed. “I don’t think so, angel. It’s too fucking good, Nevaeh. You’re mine.”

Exhilaration went through me. I shouldn’t like this. Why do I like this?

Because it’s Beau. I only like this because it’s Beau.

Beau left before I could say anything. That was fifteen minutes ago and my phone has buzzed twice in my pocket. I know one of them is Sunny, but I’m too guilty to look. I’ll look once I’m on the way back to her. I reach for the door and slip out of the room and hurry back to the bleachers. I hope she’s still there. I pass the locker room, it’s empty and quiet now. There are no friends and families waiting for the players that are filing out anymore. I reach for my phone when it starts to ring, because I’m sure it’s Sunny. That’s when a hand grabs my shoulder and slams me against the wall.

The air gets knocked out of me with how hard I hit the wall behind me. “Beau-” I start with a wheeze, but that’s when I hear an unfamiliar voice.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch.”

Fear shoots through me. It’s not Beau.

“Jordan?” I whisper. I try to back up from him but there’s nowhere to go, not with him blocking me in and the hard wall behind me. I look frantically up and down the hallway but it’s empty. “What do you want?”

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