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What if I found a woman who could fit the role I needed her to play and take it from there?
Did it matter if she loved me?
Would I care if she didn’t?
This woman before me was a desire bordering on obsession that started the moment my eyes locked with those of a smokey whiskey—getting me drunk with a single sultry look.
And I had her right here, in the palm of my hand.
Bria was precisely what I was looking for—what I needed to uphold my leadership status, and I had less than a month to make it happen.
Oh, Bria.
Have I got plans for you…
Chapter 12
Bria
Myheadwaspoundingas I shamefully crawled into the back of Asher’s car and lay across the seat like a corpse.
“Whose idea and piss poor planning was it to go balls to the wall on our last night and then leave at five in the morning?” I groaned my disapproval as I heard Asher lifting and shoving our bags into the back of her Jeep.
“Me. Guilty as charged.” Her proud, peppy attitude wasn’t catching, and I wanted to vomit on the floor of her recently cleaned SUV.
“Fuck, Ash…Why?”
“Because we have work to do if we’re going to kick ass at nationals this year.”
I groaned again, rolling onto my back with an arm draped over my eyes to keep the sun from blinding the shit out of me.
Nationals. How could I forget? We’d been practicing for months, and regional qualifiers were right around the corner, with the first-place win within our grasp.
The Savage Sirens had placed second in the last three years, and when I took over as captain, my goal was to bring home that massive trophy—to brand the Sirens as the number one team in the nation.
We were out for blood this year, and I wasn’t about to let my hangover destroy all our hard work. One lost day of practice could make or break our chances of winning.
That may sound extreme to some, but this wasn’t high school or college league; we were competing at an entirely different level.
“Alright, you’ve had your moment of protest, now scoot the fuck over so Mick and Natalie can get in.”
“How are all three of you not hungover?”
“Because we didn’t drink three vodka Red Bulls followed by two glasses of champagne last night—where did you go, by the way? Mick said she couldn’t find you in the women’s restroom... Or the men’s—don’t ask why she went in there.” Asher raised her brow with a chuckle as she leaned her hip against the door.
And then suddenly, I felt significantly more sober than I had thirty seconds ago. Last night’s adventure to find the restroom was staring me down from both sides of the vehicle.
Shit.
“I just—I went… I found—”Oh, God help me.
“You got laid last night, didn’t you?” The prideful smirk on Asher’s face was damning, and I could feel my face turning flushfrom embarrassment. Not because I hooked up with Dallas, but because she figured it out so quickly. “See, what did I tell you? Don’t you feel so much better now?”
“Mortified. Now, can we please go before the second wave of this hangover hits me? I’d like to be as far away from—”
“Who was he?” Mick cut in with a cheerful giggle.
“No.” I shot her a stern look as if I were scolding a puppy.
