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“Right here?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“We’re too tall for car sex,” he answered.

I laughed. “You’re not wrong.”

“Look, here’s what we’ll do: You’ll give me your number, and I’ll text you my address. If you’re not comfortable pulling up on me, I’ll get a hotel for the night.”

“Hmm, I know your sister. If you were a creep, she would have told me. I’ll pull up on you.”

“Perfect. Are you going back inside?” he questioned.

I shook my head. “Ain’t shit left in there for me. I’ll text the group chat to let them know I’m headed home.”

“Cool. Put your number in my phone.” He pulled the granite gray rectangular device out of his pocket and unlocked it. He opened up the contact menu and held it out for me to take.

I tapped the screen to lock in my number. I opened up the camera feature and turned to take a selfie of the two of us. I set it as the contact picture and saved it.

“Boom. Send me the picture too. We’re cute.”

“Got you. Be safe, Ava.”

“I will. You do the same.” I kissed his cheek.

He waited until I had pulled out of the parking spot to head to his car.He’s such a gentleman.

Tonight, I would cross the line with my teammate’s brother. Would it be a one-night stand, a trial for something forever, or a complete disaster? Lord, what did I get myself into?

Candles lit,wine poured, and music blasted from the speakers. The complex was in the heart of Downtown Cade’s Cove. The luxury apartment cost a nice bag every month, but I maintained from the earnings of my career. Most people underestimated the amount of money in streaming and esports. Some elites were signing athlete level contracts. Between brand deals, tournaments, and multiple streaming checks, I could take a five-year break and still have commas in my bank account.Multiplecommas.

I wasn’t sure where we would start or end our night, so I made sure every room in the apartment was spotless. Granted, my cleaner came once a week to do the heavy scrubbing, so all I had to do was straighten up my gaming stuff. The more I thoughtabout it, the more nervous I became.TheAva Starr would be at my home in less than an hour.

Ava Starr, the superstar, legacy child of Axel Starr. How the hell did I manage to get myself in a predicament like this?

One man’s fuck up was another man’s come up, I guessed. Shoutout to CCG Jay for talking himself out of pussy and lobbing that shit right to me.

After I straightened up my home, I got in the shower and scrubbed myself thoroughly. Ava deserved a clean dick with no evidence of the day I’d had. A lot of men didn’t give a damn about the women they fucked and would offer dick with a side of sweat and dirt. Pussy was one of the most sensitive things in the world. A man like me would always beat the PH balance destroyer allegations. I took care of my body inside and out.

After my shower, I sprayed my favorite cologne on and pulled on a pair of Nike shorts and socks. I opted to keep my shirt off and only have a single chain around my neck. I applied lotion and wiped my glasses off before pushing them back onto my face.

I flexed in the mirror. I’d come a long way from the anime-watching, skinny nerd from high school. I’d started working out and had gained a lot of muscle. The glasses were the only indicator of the past me. Although I had anime inspired tattoos all over my arms, chest, abdomen, and legs, most people hardly focused on the art on my body.

Knock, knock, knock.

The nervousness returned. I lightly tapped my hands against my cheeks. “Get it together, Marcus. Act like you’ve had a bad bitch before.”

I have had many bad bitches, but never someone of Ava Starr’s caliber.

I shook the thought out of my mind as I walked over to the door. I said a quick prayer before I slid the door open and greeted my guest.

“Damn…”

The sight of Ava in the tank top and shorts had my mouth watering, especially her perky ass nipples poking through the thin material. She had her hair braided in knotless braids—I think that was what my sister called them. The hair was a light brown color, almost blonde. It looked perfect against her cream-colored skin. Her skin was flawless, with a mole on the corner of her mouth and another on her cheek near her jawline adding to her natural beauty. Her eyebrows were thinner than they were at the club. I’d assumed she’d removed her makeup. She looked beautiful, bare faced and all.

“You’re funny. I’m literally wearing the same thing as you but with a shirt.”

“Baby, you could make a paper bag look like Couture.”

“Don’t drag it, sir.”

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