Page 40 of Go Deep (A Bad Boy Sports Romance)
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Slade
“Slade,” the voice echoed between the rows of houses in the night.
It wasn’t uncommon to come home to the frat house and find people drinking on the porch, so I wasn’t surprised when Evan stumbled down to hug me.
“Where ya been, man? Everyone’s been worried sick about ya,” he slurred in my face with a bottle of beer in one hand.
“I’ve been busy,” I said calmly. I was tired, and I wasn’t in the mood to be joking around with Evan or any of the rest of them tonight. I just wanted to get upstairs and climb into bed.
“Busy? You’ve been chasing tail.” He patted my chest and went back up the stairs to the porch. “Your brother here has been out trying to get his dick wet, boys. Did you finally nail that sweet little Ice Princess of yours?”
“What? No, that’s not what I was doing tonight.”
“Well, that’s a damn shame, son.”
“Evan. You bet against me,” I reminded him.
“And I would gladly lose my money if you were to prove me wrong, but so far, you haven’t.”
How the fuck do you know?“I haven’t, huh?”
“Not according to the Ice Princess herself,” he said.
“What are you talking about?” I stepped up to him so that we were standing face to face.
“She came by here earlier looking for you, and I asked her a thing or two.”
“And?” My patience was wearing thin. If he knew what was best for his pretty boy face, he’d get to the point.
“And she told me a thing or two.”
“About the bet?”
“Yeah, it was about that.”
“You fucking told her?”
“Sure, why not?”
I grabbed him by his shirt collar. I was seeing red. “You sorry son of a bitch. I ought to beat the crap out of you.”
“Hey, she was the one coming around asking questions. I just wanted to have a little fun with her.”
“Well, you may have just fucked everything up for me.” I turned and stormed down the steps back to the sidewalk.
“Hey, what the hell did I do?” he shouted after me as I walked back to my car.
He knew what he’d done. It was the same damn thing he always did. He ran his damn mouth and started shit with everyone around him. Then he wanted to pretend nothing was wrong when someone lost their shit over it.
I was back in the car. I had to get over to the dorm before curfew so I could get up to see Cassidy and set things right. I parked in front and snuck in when one of the other residents arrived. Hurrying upstairs to her room, I knocked on the door. After I’d blown her off for weeks, I wasn’t sure if she’d even answer, let alone talk to me. Miranda had probably kept her word and didn’t spill my secret yet.
Cassidy opened the door in just an oversized t-shirt. All I could think about was what she had on underneath.
“Oh…you…” She seemed surprised. Annoyed too. “You haven’t returned any of my texts. What do you want?”
“Yeah, it’s good to see you, too.”
