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“I was hoping to snap a few for my Instagram. Create some buzz for the article.”
Leo grins. “I’ll take you.”
“Thanks,” I say, grabbing my bag.
We walk through the maze of hallways, Leo pointing out random things like the weight room and the lounge. When we reach the locker room, he pauses.
“This is it,” he says, pushing the door open.
The smell of sweat and whatever industrial cleaner they use hits me first. It’s not bad, just… locker room.
As we step inside, voices echo from around the corner. I catch the tail end of a crude joke, followed by loud laughter.
“I’m telling you, the sex was whack anyway,” one guy says, still laughing. “No way I’m going there again. Too complicated, especially with us working together.”
“That’s harsh, man,” another voice replies. “If you’re not into it, fine, but… I might give it a try again.”
“Go for it,” the first voice says, snorting. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you. You’ll be disappointed.”
My stomach drops. I know that voice.
Leo clears his throat loudly. “Boys, behave. We’ve got company.”
Two heads snap up, both of them staring at me like I’ve caught them mid-crime. Mason Hayes and Beau fucking Callahan.
Beau’s eyes widen for a split second before his expression shutters. He looks away, jaw tight.
I stare at him, the words replaying in my head.The sex was whack.Too complicated.
Fuck him.
“Need more pictures?” Leo asks, his tone too bright, too casual.
I shake my head, gripping my camera strap like it’s the only thing keeping me upright. “No. I have enough.”
“Daisy—” Beau starts, stepping toward me.
“No,” I snap, holding up a hand. “Don’t. Just don’t.”
I spin on my heel and storm out of the locker room, ignoring Leo’s concerned look.
Beau calls after me, his voice sharp, but I don’t turn around. I can’t. Not without losing it completely.
The parking lot is sweltering, the Miami sun beating down mercilessly. I unlock my car, tossing my bag onto the passenger seat before climbing in.
I sit there for a moment, gripping the steering wheel, trying to breathe.
How could he?
How could he say that?
I blink rapidly, refusing to cry. Not here. Not over him.
Instead, I start the car and drive, no destination in mind. I just need to get away, put some distance between me and BeaufuckingCallahan.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Kieran
