Page 5 of His Fearless Guy

Brennon: Sounds good.

I type my return text, ignoring the bitch who’s huffing up in the front seat. I had to wait on their asses earlier, so they can wait on me. And I’m hoping they both think I’m texting about them.

Me: See you tomorrow.

“Thanks for the ride,” I tell Bay. This time I slam the door intentionally.

My phone buzzes with another text as I make my way inside my house.

Baylor:Are you going to tell me what the hell you’re so pissed about? And don’t tell me it’s because of Taya because you were pissed before the movie even started.

A vicious chuckle rumbles out of me. Unfuckingbelievable. The guy gets straight As in all his classes. This isn’t a chemistry formula; it’s fucking common sense.

Me: The fact that you haven’t figured it out yet pisses me off. Go fuck your girlfriend and stop blowing up my phone.

I put my phone down on the kitchen counter, then head to the basement, stripping out of everything besides my boxers before I start hitting the weights. I need to work the anger out of my system. I don’t think I’ve ever been so fucking furious. Even when we were out on the field, getting dogged dirty by our rivals with the refs not calling squat, I wasn’t this pissed. I drop the forties and pick up the fifties, doing another twenty shoulder presses.

When my doorbell chimes, not twenty minutes later, I grit my teeth. I was just starting to calm my shit down. Just startingto feel the tension loosen its grip around my nerves, but I’m positive I know who’s standing at my door.

“What the fuck, Ryes?” Baylor grits out as I open the door. “What the fuck is going on with you tonight?”

Apparently, he hasn’t just given up his manhood to the girl, he’s given up his intelligence too.

“Are you really that fucking dense that I have to spell it out for you? Why don’t you try to use that brain on top of your head for once and take a guess.” He shoves his way past me, giving me one hell of a stare down. He looks like he’s ready to go to blows. By all means, I’d be happy to go a few rounds with the fucker. Knock some sense back into him.

“You’re pissed I invited her.” He finally takes his head out of his ass, stating the obvious. “She’d just sucked me off and was telling me she wanted to come. What the fuck was I supposed to say?”

“You could’ve told her it was a guys’ night. That you made these plans and would catch up with her later. You could’ve told her that you haven’t hung out with your buddy in ages and wanted one night off.” There are a million fucking ways he could’ve let her down, but he chose to bring her.

“Fine, I shouldn’t have brought her. I fucked up. But Chase always brings Cassie along and you never give him hell about it.”

He’s wrong. I’ve hung out with Chase a ton when Cassie wasn’t around. If it’s a guys’ night, she’s never invited. Unlike Baylor, Chase hasn’t dropped his friends for a girl.

“I’ve seen him a lot lately. He, Brennon and Kyler are always up for hanging out. They haven’t become pussy whipped like you.”

His entire frame stiffens and he cracks his jaw as he steps up to me, getting right in my face.

“You want to take it to the mat?”

I’m all fucking in. The anger is pumping through my veins, and I’m ready to take him down.

I step even closer, staring right into his narrowed eyes. “Two hundred says I pin you down in sixty seconds.”

“It’s a fucking bet.”

We both stalk down to my basement, and he strips, tossing his clothes to the side, leaving him in his boxers like me. I get in position on the mat, and he crouches in front of me. The clock on the wall says eleven forty-eight. When the minute hand crosses the twelve, I say, “Go.”

His body shifts to the side, the two of us circling the mat. “Fucking pussy whipped.” He shakes his head. “Don’t you ever fucking call me that again.”

“I’ll stop calling you that when you stop acting like her pet.” I shift forward, removing some space. “She chews your ass out at lunch for not getting her sushi, then you’re bringing her to the movies and buying her ass whatever she wants.”

His eyes widen and I make a lunge forward, gripping him around his neck. His emotions gave me an opening. He doesn’t want to face the facts, but it’s the truth. He struggles against me, trying to flip me to my back, but I anticipate the move and get him pinned down. His body locked under my weight. My eyes glaring down. “That’s two hundred.” I look up at the clock and see that I have ten seconds to spare.

I release my hold and back off, getting reset into starting position.

“She apologized for her behavior,” he defends, shaking out his shoulder and getting back down in front of me. “Forgiving someone doesn’t make me a pussy.”

“Go.” I look at the clock, though this time I’m not playing for money. He needs every cent he has to pay for his girlfriend’s every desire. “And what about for the shit she pulled at the theater? Did she apologize for acting like a brat and being rudeto that guy tonight? The girl smacked your arm and got pissed at you for having some decency and manners.”

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