Page 38 of Play Dirty
“What?”
“That’s what I said. It was short and cold. You didn’t miss anything.” The words taste sour and leave a bitter residue in my mouth. I finish the rest of the shower in silence as Tatiana vigorously types on her phone.
“New victim?” She laughs in a soft and throaty sound, looking up at me through her curly lashes.
“There’s always a victim,” and with that, she continues to type while I finish getting ready.
“Do you have any idea who's writing these blogs?” Tatiana asks, breaking the silence between us. I stop mid-spray of my Burberry perfume. Now that I think of it, no– at first I thought it was a joke. It started last summer before break.
“No, actually.”
Her brows pinch together. “It’s strange, how do they know everything?”
“Beats me, but given that they see so much,” I raise two fingers. “Either cameras or literal stalkers.”
“I don’t like it.”
I let out a breath. “Same, now let’s go.”
We stroll through campus like royalty, the girls wanna be us. The men wanna fuck us. And me, I’m on a fucking mission.
“Keep the coach busy.” I turn to my friend and watch as a smile stretches across her features.
“Consider it done, make it hurt.”
“Oh, I plan on it.”
Storming past the team players running a lap— I’m sure it's a punishment. I stalk to the one place I’m certain that I’ll find him. My hand flattens out as I push the heavy locker room door; the smell of feet, body spray, and sweat assaults my senses.
The steam from the showers instantly clings to me—making me all hot and not fucking bothered. That’s when I spot him, towel hanging low on his waist, exposing his V-cut and fabulous abs as he slips on his boxers.
“Hey, asshole, care to tell me why you were in my dorm?” I snap at him, catching the attention of the boys.
All of them.
They all look to be holding their breath as I close the distance between us, my hand darting out and slapping Nico square in the face, but the moment of victory lasts shorter than any I’ve ever experienced. He grabs my hand and in one swift movement, I’m pressed against the door; suddenly, I become too aware of Nicolas Reyes.
I note the way his black widow tattoo ripples with the movement of his pectoral muscle, and the way his veins bulge on his forearm as he leans into me. “Maybe try asking questions before you assault people?”
I scoff, rolling my eyes, trying to break free from him. “Get the fuck off me, where are Ezra and Thiago?”
“I’m right here,” Thiago answers as Ezra cowers in the shadow like the rat he is.
“Why were you in my dorm?” I ask.
Thiago steps in, his features soft, hazel eyes swimming with affection. “Shi baby, not here,” It’s all he offers, silencing me because he was the one who brought me home. It meant that they knew what happened to me. They saw it.
And the solemn look on their faces tells me— I’m not wrong.
I swallow hard, pushing Nico off me with all my might. He steps back, his hand darting to the towel, but he’s too late, and the towel falls. And fuck, I look straight into the thick and long length outlined in his boxers.
“This conversation isn’t over.” I hiss out, staring at all of them in the locker room. I look like an alley cat surrounded by dogs, and I hate it.
“It is for now.” Nico is the one to reply. I step forward, inching myself taller.
“You and I will be talking. Soon.”
He laughs, his brown eyes dancing with amusement. “Whatever, just get out.”
