Page 10 of Unleashed

As Rhodes drones on, I stare at Simone’s profile. Her large earrings skim her neck as she nods, listening to the withered ball sack discussing changes to the league. Weeks ago, Simone and I were in my bed. I grazed my fingers along her silky skin below her ear and underneath her chin. I followed my fingers with my tongue as Simone’s panting urged me to grab her tit and lick her nipple. Moving over her, I teased her pussy with my eager dick. But in reality, she was the one torturing me. Since the first time I jizzed inside her, I couldn’t look away from watching myself drip—

“Greg?”

When blue eyes wake mine, laughter shreds my daydream and yanks me back to the conference room. With Simone catching me gawking at her, I shake my head and look at the rude fucker who interrupted a perfect distraction to this dumpster fire. “What?”

Brandon purses his lips but never loses his cool. “Is everything okay? Did you hear my announcement?”

I lick my lips, annoyed. “I’m fine. And yes. The Mets take the field.”

My coworkers snicker again, but the joke isn’t on me this time, so I relax. As much as that’s possible with Simone’s green-sweatered, fuckable tits mere feet from me.

Vaughn has some explaining to do. His omission only bolsters the anger and betrayal I feel toward the prick since he could have told me this morning, at the fucking least. Maybe, even, he could have just minded his own business and not flung Simone back into my life like this. I had a plan. Now, that’s all shot to hell.

Brandon repeats, “Greg?” And I wish my mother was with me now. She’s the only one besides Rhodes who can bore me into a coma.

“Uh, present?”

Before losing my attention again, Brandon says, “This year, there’s an incentive to win the softball championship.”

“The Bahamas!” Betsy squeals and pounds the table with her paws.

Brandon sighs with a rare side-eye. “Yes, I was getting to that. Each team wants to reward their players with a grand prize if they win. If we win first place, I will fly all of you and a guest to the Bahamas.”

More screeching ensues around me. Hadley asks, “Aren’t you excited, Rod?” Yeah, sure. A honeymoon with my ex-wife, my BFF, her jag-off husband, and the coworkers I can’t stand. I’m so hard up for it.

My scowl douses Hadley’s joy. “You think we’re gonna win the whole thing? Not happening, sister.”

“I think we can.”

Shasta giggles. “This team will be lucky to rank at all.”

I turn to the cum stain and whisper, “Jealous much? You ain’t even eligible to blow the loser. So shut your trap. Speaking of losers, I can always mention Grant’s departure.”

Her laughter flees, and she zips her mouth. It’s about time.

Brandon watches us and says, “Our first practice will be this Saturday. Nico will also play this season.”

I ask, “How?”

Val leans forward to make eye contact with me. “I hired him as our office courier of sorts. Instead of making multiple trips to the courthouse daily, Nicky will swing by to collect everyone’s filings and deliver them himself.”

Sylvie brushes aside her overpriced haircut with a gasp. “Isn’t that cheating?”

Val shakes her head. “Why would it be? The new rule states the players must be paid employees. It doesn’t disqualify contractors or part-time employees.”

Betsy frowns and nods across the table. “What about Simone?”

Simone frowns back at her. “Well, I’m working evenings here until I graduate next week. After that, I’ll be full-time before starting graduate school.” Simone tilts her head. “Shouldn’t you disclose you work at Petco on the weekends? It may interfere with our games.”

Betsy sits straighter and asks, “How do you know that?”

Simone’s grin is slow, ice cold, and oh, so fucking delicious. “I have my resources.” I wipe my mouth with my hand to ensure I’m not drooling. I still need to hate her.

With more bitching from Betsy and an ass-ton of questions about the freeloader trip to the Bahamas, Brandon wraps up the meeting. Thank God and Pat Sajak.

Brandon regains control of the room and says, “I want to remind everyone that today is Shasta’s last day here. But since she leaves Richmond on Sunday morning, I’m throwing a party in her honor at my house on Saturday night at 7 p.m. I hope you all can make it. Don’t forget, we won’t be working on Monday, as we are replacing the carpet. The company is only available to do this job then.”

Everyone cheers except me because I’m too busy staring at Simone. “Let’s not forget to welcome back our very own Greg Rodwell, who will take the LSAT and pursue law school.” That brittle motherfucker.

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