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“Yeah? How about when your uncle finds out you’re staying in a hotel? Do you think he’ll respect me if he finds out I let you live here when you’re supposedly my girlfriend?”

I just stare at him, my mind racing a mile a minute, running through every scenario of how it would play out if they discovered I was living in a hotel. Yeah…he’s not exactly wrong. It definitely wouldn’t look great.

“Don't even try to make it sound like they wouldn't think I’m the world’s worst boyfriend. Hell, Coach would probably think I was a horrible person, which definitely wouldn't help me stay on his good side. Either that, or they’d see right through our charade and know we’re just bullshitting them. Honestly, that’s probably worse.”

“It’s none of their business,” I tell him, hoping he just leaves it alone.

“Yeah, fuck this. You’re moving to my house. Tomorrow. Before you go to work, I want you to bring all your shit—and your car, which I know is still at your uncle’s. You’re fucking staying with me,” Levi grumbles, pushing off the wall and crawling back in bed. “Don’t even try to fucking argue with me either, Quinn. I’ll drag your ass out of here kicking and screaming.”

“What if I don’t want to live with you?”

“Then I guess you’ll need to find a new fake boyfriend. But I wouldn’t recommend it, unless you want me to go to prison for murdering the sorry fella.”

“You’re a pain in my ass,” I grumble as he snuggles up behind me. His cock brushes against me, and I’m already craving the feeling of him inside me.

“Not yet, Q, but one day I will be.”

Oh hell, what have I gotten myself into?

CHAPTER8

LEVI

Me: Did you check out of the hotel?

Quinn: Yes.

Me: Did you get your car?

Quinn: Yup. I drove to work today, and I already told you I had all my things.

Me: Don’t get used to that.

Quinn: What?

Me: If we work together, you’re driving in with me.

Me: Also, you brought two suitcases, and that can’t be all you need.

Quinn: I have my own car so I can drive myself. Besides, I have all the clothes I need.

Me: No, you won’t be. Because now you also have a boyfriend.

Quinn: Ugh. I have a Levi and that’s worse.

Me: You did this to yourself, Angel. I’ll see you at HOME.

Quinn:

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Havingto go to practice today was brutal, but only because I knew Quinn was supposedly going to grab all her things and bring them to my place after I lost my shit on her about living in a hotel. I guess I just want to see for myself that she followed my directions. I made sure to put a key under the mat and told her to let herself in, plus it helps that the few times we’ve hooked up while she’s been in Nashville, we’ve ended up back here so she knows my house pretty damn well.

I’m glad she didn’t put up too much of a fight because I was pissed when I found out where she was staying. I mean, who the fuck moves back to their hometown and lives in a hotel? She has family here. I know her parents still have a house here because I’m almost positive it’s the one Ally used to rent from them, so I’m sure she’s there again now. I get why Quinn wouldn’t want to stay there with her. But if her choice was either a hotel or staying with Ally, I would’ve preferred her to choose the latter. At least that way, I wouldn’t have to worry about her.

Hotels are safe, sure, but living on her own, especially when no one knows she’s there…it’s too much. It stresses me out. When I went to the hotel last night, I thought that was just where she decided to meet up to grab a drink and chat. I didn’t realize she had just walked downstairs.

The second I saw her about to talk to another man, I lost my shit and acted like a caveman, carrying her somewhere more private, and then she told me she had a room upstairs. Her tiny fists were punching into my ass, but that stopped the second I tickled her waist.

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