Page 11 of Tangled in His Game

I can still hear the crowd, so the game isn’t over yet. Going through them to get to the exit sounds complicated, and I don’t want to wait until the end. I doubt Victor is waiting for me to return. If he is, I need to tell him to quit doing whatever he thinks he’s doing because it’s not going to work.

Steeling myself, I take a deep breath and stride down the hallway. I don’t see Victor anywhere, but as I pass next to an open door, I look inside. I freeze, my feet rooted to the spot as my jaw goes slack.

Victor stands there, his back turned to me. He’s only wearing a pair of tight black undies. I stare at his perfect, muscular body.

Holy hell, that ass. Those legs. The muscles in his arms and back. I need to move, but I can’t stop staring.

There are some bruises on his skin and a few thick scars. I guess playing hockey and being on ice all the time isn’t easy.

I’m still ogling him when he turns around. My gaze lands on his bulge. Is he really that big? What if...? My insides briefly tingle before I lift my eyes to his.

His lips spread into a wide smile. I curse everyone and everything in my mind and force my feet to move.

What is wrong with me? Victor caught me watching him like a hungry animal. As I stride away, I can hear his laughter echoing from the locker room.

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

At this point, I should just quit college and never return because Victor probably won’t let me live this down. But he has no proof. It’s just his word against mine. All I have to do is keep myself in check.

He’s ridiculously hot, and nothing will change that. But a pretty exterior means nothing if what’s inside is rotten, and I’m sure Victor isn’t a nice guy.

I finally find the exit and take a big breath of chilly night air. At least the cold should chase away any heat that staring at Victor formed inside me.

Chapter 7

SOMEONE’S FOLLOWINGme.

I glance over my shoulder as I quicken my steps, but I can’t see anyone. My heart pounds loudly in my chest as I hurry down a dark street.

I’m not too far away from home, but I’ve seen a shadow—a guy in a hoodie—way too often to think it’s a coincidence.

Is it Victor? I don’t know, and I don’t want to stay and wait to find out. Whenever I walk alone at night, I’m super aware of everything around me.

It would be great if I had a car, but I can’t afford one, and it would take me longer to get to college and back because of the crazy traffic. And I’d probably have to hide my trashy car somewhere away from the college’s parking lot because everyone would know it was mine. I bet someone would try to get it towed away, so it’s easier if I walk anyway.

Maybe the guy in a hoodie lives in the area. It doesn’t mean he’s after me.

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