Page 11 of Your Biggest Downfall
“Ugh, I know, but I want to work with a sports team in social media.” I went to the bathroom as Luna put on a bright, highlighter-yellow minidress and white stilettos. “I want to let loose for a night.”
I grabbed her makeup and swiped on some mascara before plugging the straightener in.
“You’ll get there,” Luna shouted.
I looked in the mirror as I put red gloss on my lips. I loved that my tattoos were on display. I loved the way my skin was showing. I didn’t look anything like the Nova the guys knew me as at work, but I felt like myself. I was the creative genius behind the entire marketing team. I knew for a fact that some of my videos were responsible for the number of women now coming to the games.
But tonight, the guys were going to see a different side of me, and truthfully, I was ready to be someone else. I was ready to escape, and this party was going to be the best place to do that.
“Thanks for coming,” I said when I walked out of the bathroom. “Hottie,” I added, sizing Luna up as she finished curling her hair.
“I know. Thanks. Maybe you’ll even get your kitty wet tonight.”
I grumbled and rolled my eyes, walking away from her. The problem wasn’t getting my “kitty” wet, because it was constantly horny. It was finding the right person to satisfy me.
6
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I was on my third shot before a single person came over. After going to my mom’s, I was exhausted and thankful this party was going to give me an escape. Most of the guys on the team were coming by, and none of them cared that I was underage. They were bringing a bunch of ice bunnies too. Nova had said she’d come and would bring a friend. It wasn’t going to be wild, but it was hopefully going to be a celebration.
A knock sounded on the door, and I knew it was Jer. He was always the first one since he lived in the building next door. I lived in the same apartment complex as most of the team, except for Jer. It was a large high-rise in the middle of the city, convenient for most of the rookies because of the proximity to the rink, but it also made hosting parties simple.
“Yo,” Jeremy Wallis said as I opened the door.
His hair was all over his face, per usual, and he was wearing a T-shirt so you could see his tatted arms. The booze was already giving me a nice warm coat and was starting to mask the pain of the fucked-up reality I was in.
“Ready for some pussy tonight?”
“Dude,” I said as I gave him a handshake. “What did I tell you about being so crass? The ladies want someone with a little mystery.”
Jer huffed out a laugh. “How many are you going for tonight?”
I sighed. “We’ll see where the night takes me. On another note, I invited the social media intern, Nova, and her friend, Luna.”
“No shit? And she said yes?”
I shrugged. “Yeah. I guess she did.”
I knew why she agreed. After her meltdown on my shoulders and a year of being a total dick to her, I felt like I needed to make it up to her—not sure if inviting her to this debauchery was the best idea, but it was the only idea I had at the time.
“Well, damn. She’s cool, so it’ll be fun to see her.”
“For sure,” I said, then grabbed the bottle of tequila I already had open on the counter. “Shot?”
“Fuck yeah,” Jer said as he grabbed a shot glass.
“To getting fucked up.” I raised my glass, clinked it with his, and downed it.
Number four.
The party was in full swing already. The team was here, and most of us were lounging on the big couches while grabbing slices of pizza one of the guys had brought. More girls had shown up than I thought were coming, but it made the party chill since no one was fighting over a group of women.
I was kicking back on the couch, on my seventh drink—if you included the shots of tequila I’d had earlier—and the warm blanket was well over my body. Jeremy, who was on the otherside of the couch, pulled the brunette off him and sat next to me. From the way his eyes glazed over, he was as fucked up as I was.
“Yo,” he slurred.
I laughed. Fucking lightweight. “Yo,” I said back.
