Page 56 of A Major Puck Up

Millie: There’s no guy to meet. Just didn’t want to hang with Lake and Dad. Where are we going tonight?

At this point, Aiden is rapping about how I won’t come out to the tune of “Locked Up” by Akon.

“Locked down, he won’t come out

The new girl won’t let him out

Brothers, he’s locked down,

The girl won’t let him out, no…she won’t let him out.”

“If I come out, will you stop singing?” I snarl.

If Millie’s going out, then I am too, even if it means spending another night in her proximity without being able to touch her.

“Don’t let him fool you,” Brooks says, though the last few words are muffled. “Sar, quit it.” There’s a scuffle, and knowing him and his best friend, she’s trying to muffle him. “Aiden will never stop singing.”

I laugh, and Millie presses her lips together, trying her best not to join in. I sit up and cover her mouth to make sure her giggles don’t break free.

“Just text me where I’m meeting you later. I gotta go.” I hang up before Millie gives us away, and then I cup her face and pull her closer. “This is a terrible idea.”

She shrugs, her eyes dancing. “It could be fun.”

“Fun?”

“Yeah, fun. Trying not to get caught.”

I let out a long breath. “You are such a bad girl, you know that?”

“Come on, we could have sex in a club somewhere—” Her eyes widen. “Or on a roof.”

“Sex in public really does it for ya, huh?”

She smiles down at me softly. “No, you really do it for me.”

NINETEEN

MILLIE

August

The next few months are a blur of red-eyes and late-night FaceTime calls. When Gavin doesn’t have a game or an event to attend with the team or the Langfields, he flies to Paris. The first time he visited again, he begged me to let him move me into a nicer place. With security and an actual bedroom. But I like my place, and there’s no way in hell I’ll let him pay for my apartment. He growled, so I gave him a blow job. That stopped the conversation. Until the next time he visited and tried again.

We haven’t had that argument yet tonight, though our current situation is much, much worse.

Coach: Get him out of here.

I clench my phone in my hand and eye my father, then glance at the closed bathroom door.

Currently, Gavin is hiding in the shower.

Thank god it’s got a curtain rather than a glass door. Even if the tiny space and lack of luxuries is one of the many reasons Gavin lists when urging me to move to a nicer apartment.

The man is bougie, and that’s saying something coming from me.

“This is the best surprise,” I say, plastering a smile to my face. “I should shower before we go to dinner. Why don’t you head to the hotel? I’ll meet you there for a drink before dinner. Sound good?”

My dad shrugs. “Nah. I’m happy to hang here until you’re ready. I’d rather not have you wandering this area alone.”

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