PART 2 – CHAPTER 116
I dropped my bags by the door and glanced around the apartment. It wasn’t bad–ample space, sleek lines, and oversized windows showcasing the city view. Jocelyn, my agent, had done a decent job picking it out. But it didn’t feel like mine; it was just another place to crash
The only time my bed really felt like mine was when Jess was in it, wrapped around me.
“You good, honey?” Jocelyn’s southern drawl pulled me from my thoughts.
“Yeah,” I grumbled, walking around despite my father’s voice still ringing in my ears.
“You’ll regret this,” he had spat, the anger evident in his voice. “Football doesn’t last forever.” Yeah, maybe it didn’t, but I didn’t need him or his money. I was making enough on my own now, and if cutting me off was meant to teach me a lesson, he could keep dreaming. I would never turn into him; let that business turn me into him. Dragging my mother across the world.
Jocelyn walked through the apartment, her voice polished and professional as she pointed out the amenities. I wasn’t really listening.
Sure, she looked good, really–with her perfect blonde hair, plumped lips, perky tits pressed up in a practically painted dress. If I was me, before Jess, I would have fucked her right here in the kitchen, and maybe the couch and I would have
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enjoyed her overdone lips wrapped around my cock.
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But I’m not, and the more I look at Jocelyn, the more plastic and overdone she looks, and I can see the cracks in her makeup. Nothing would ever compare to Jess. Her natural blond hair sprawled on a pillow. There are no makeup stains because she hardly wore any makeup.
She sauntered closer, brushing up against me, her hand landing softly on my arm. Her fingers lingered, and I could feel her eyes on me like she was waiting for me to make a move.
“Nice place, right?” she purred, her smile sleek and suggestive.
I shifted my arm away, trying to keep my cool. “Yeah, it’s fine,” I muttered, moving toward the kitchen, putting some distance between us.
Jocelyn followed, her heels clicking on the floor as she leaned against the counter, leaning over the counter to make sure I got a view of her chest. She probably paid a lot for those, and they looked a little out of place on her skinny frame. “You’ve got that welcome dinner tonight,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “You should change. Make sure you look sharp for the team and sponsors.”
I nodded, already plotting how to get her out of here. “I’ll get ready. Text me the address,” I said, heading toward the bedroom. But of course, she followed. “Fuck, you can’t, my phone died.” I grumbled, remembering I needed to put the dammed thing on charge.
“Oh, no, honey. I’ll wait and drive you over, make sure you get there and everything. It’s my job. I’ll charge your phone for you.” She purred, and I wanted to roll my eyes but settled for
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clenching my jaw.
She didn’t stop at the door, though. Instead, she leaned against the frame, her eyes practically drinking me in as she smirked. “Football players are my job,” she teased, her voice dripping with sex, her gaze lingering just a heartbeat too long. “There’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
I raised an eyebrow, attempting to keep my expression impassive. I didn’t need this right now, but I wasn’t about to make an enemy on the first fucking day. I stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind me.
“Let me know if you need any help in there!” she called through the door, her tone sing–songy, the playful undertone
unmistakable.
I ignored her.,
Once I shut the bathroom door behind me, I turned on the shower, the sound of the water drowning out everything else. Stripping off my shirt, I stepped under the spray, letting the heat wash over me. My muscles relaxed, but my mind? That was another story.
I leaned against the wall, eyes closed. No matter how hard I tried, she lingered. Jess consumed every part of my mind. I hated that I was so far away from her, but I needed to offer her something. I needed to get my fucking shit together because she deserves at least that.
I sighed, running a hand through my damp hair, bracing my hands on the wall and enjoying the feel of the hot water on my neck, droplets cascading down my face. Jocelyn tapped the door, and I looked over my shoulder to see her standing at the
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door, mouth slightly slack. “I, uh. Sorry. I thought you were done.” Her sickly sweet tone chimed.
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“Clearly fucking not,” I rumbled, and she blinked, heat rising in her cheeks as she looked down and stepped back out. Fucking agent…
