Page 51 of Catching Feels

“That’s a problem. It’s also a problem that I’m attracted to different women for each role,” he states then continues, “You know that game marry, fuck, kill?”

I nod and brace for whatever is about to come out of his mouth.

“I’d marry a girl like Cora. She’s sweet, funny, and has great child-bearing hips. I’d fuck Fawna or Amira.”

I stand up to walk away, but he keeps on talking.

“Both together if they’d—” He stops. “Where are you going?”

“Not to jail.”

When I round the corner, I see Turner and Coach T silently laughing their asses off.

“I hate both of you.”

Standing in the hall, waiting for press with Roman and Amias, neither is saying a thing, but I can feel their eyes on me.

“So …” Ranger chuckles.

“Gonna ask that you not,” I cut him off.

Rome starts in next, “He mentioned CeCe’s sister, too.”

“He did.”

“The shit has no filter, so whoever he fucks, marries, or kills will know what he’s thinking.” Roman laughs.

“He’s pissed you didn’t hang out,” Amias says, trying to keep his shit straight. “He told me he changed kill to friend because, if he went to jail, he’d never have sex again.”

“Thanks for giving me even more information I do not need to know.”

“Who’s he friending?” Rome laughs.

“Too much respect for Linda to say your momma, but you get the point, yeah?”

He laughs as Brisa pops her head out of the press room and waves for us to come in.

The last time I was on press, Blaze brought the room to a low that even had me feeling myself. That’s not happening this time.

I head in first, needing to distance myself, if even briefly.

Upon entering the room, I realize I’ve made a huge mistake because, before my ass even hits the chair, they start firing questions my way.

I smile. “Bear with me for a minute while I try to familiarize myself with you all.”

“How are you gonna do that?” a man’s voice booms through the room.

“I’m going to look at your passes and match your names and faces to your network. By the end of the season, I should know most of you. You’re ESPN, Stan Fierce, the man whose voice is louder than the whole press room.”

This garners a laugh as I shift to the reporter next to him, who’s wearing a cowboy hat.

“Fox Sports, Bobby Johnson, Fox, all American. Got it. Giddy up.” Next to him. “MLB Network, Robby Freeman. stats man, you carry that clipboard like it’s your best friend.”

“Gotta keep everyone straight.”

“Grateful for that.” I look past him. “You with the glasses, I can’t see your press pass.”

He holds it up. “NMC Sports, Bob Wiseman.”

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