Page 13 of Interception

Coop

If I need to spend another week with the lovebirds, I’m going to shoot myself in the face. It was my suggestion that they remain at my house until we get Hunter a new manager and some much- needed damage control, but man, they are loud as hell when they fuck. I’ve told Hunter to quit with the porn soundtrack, but it would seem Faith is unable to keep her mouth shut. If I weren’t sporting some blue balls, I’d be more understanding, but holy shit, I need to go out tonight and find a hot girl of my own to make scream for a few hours.

Faith still won’t give me Zee’s number, and I’m assuming that’s at her request. Then yesterday, she gave me a random number and told me to message it. When did I get relegated to a burner phone? Does Zee think her pussy is so magical I’m suddenly in love with her, or I’m going to become some crazy stalker? I’m Cooper-fucking-Danford. I don’t need to beg for it.

It’s pissing me off that I’m even thinking about Zee almost a week after she left. I caved and sent one message to the number Faith gave me—a dick pic but without my dick. Just enough of my happy trail to get her excited, but when she scrolls down, I photoshopped my johnson and replaced it with Mr. Hankey, the Christmas poo from South Park. No reply.

Showered, shaved, and looking sharp, I grab my keys and leave Hunter to defile my home some more, but at least tonight, I won’t need to listen to it. I called a few of the guys on the team to meet me at a bar downtown. A few drinks, laughs, and a hot girl will make this day a damn sight better.

My score sheet is flawless when it comes to picking up chicks. When I go out with a game plan in mind, I have yet to leave empty-handed. If my Titans rap sheet were that good, I’d already have a garish Hall of Fame blazer hanging in my closet.

The music is loud, and the drinks are flowing when I arrive. My teammates have already drawn a crowd of admirers, and when I spy a sexy little redhead looking disinterested as she stands next to her fawning girlfriends, I set my sights on her. A challenge. Not too easy, but the second we make eye contact, I know I can thaw her icy demeanor.

Before I get across the room, I’m accosted by half-a-dozen girls asking for my autograph. There’s always one who wants you to sign her bra. It’s a tough job, but someone has to do it! Maybe the redhead can wait. A sexy pair of signed breasts trumps a challenge any day of the week. By the time I reach the bar, I have a handful of napkins with first names and phone numbers. For tonight, Boobs McGhee gets my attention and a drink on me.

The newest Titan sidles up next to me.

“Hey, Declan. What’s shaking?”

“How do you do it, Coop? The girls are hanging off your every word.” Declan is fresh out of college, and the way he’s looking at me right now, I feel like some old geezer. I’m twenty-nine for fuck’s sake. I’m not about to sit and explain my animal magnetism to the guy. I whisper in my lady friend’s ear. Shit, I’ve forgotten her name already. Megan? Mandy? It definitely begins with an ‘M.’ She disappears for a few minutes and returns with a handful of friends in tow.

“Ladies, I’d like you to meet Declan Ryker. He’s the new rising star of the Titans, and you’re about to be seeing a shitload of merchandise with his handsome mug on it. Who’d like to buy him a drink?” As expected, they all scramble over each other to get to him, each batting their eyelids and giving him their best sex-kitten smiles.

“Does it get me brownie points that your teammate is about to bag one of my friends?”

“Sure does, M…”

“Megan.” She rolls her eyes at me, but it doesn’t hold much weight when she’s brushing her entire body up against me.

“I knew that.”

“Sure you did, hot shot.” She pulls out her phone and snaps a selfie next to me.

Suddenly, I’ve lost all interest. Shit, sometimes I think these girls would post a picture while they’re riding me. Would they even care that their snatch was on Instagram for the world to see? No, probably not.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I take the opportunity to extricate myself from her clutches. As I head outside to escape the noise, it makes me laugh to see Declan already heading for a dark corner with a sexy brunette. Boy’s got game after all.

“Hey, man. How are you?” I haven’t spoken to my buddy, Anders Verbeck, for months. He got traded to the Yankees at the beginning of this season and has been absolutely crushing it.

“I’m in town for the weekend. Just saw your ugly mug out on the town.” I look around me, wondering where he is.

“Are you at the bar?”

“No. At Firefly. There are pictures of you signing some girl’s tits on social media. Grab the guys and head over. We’ve got the VIP section to ourselves tonight. Bring some of the adoring throng with you, too.”

“Sounds good. Give me thirty minutes. I’m ditching the girl. Fuck me, I only met her twenty minutes ago, and she’s already posting pictures. You know that’s going to get old really fast.”

“She’s hot. Bring her. I’ll take her off your hands.”

“I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to let you scrawl your name next to mine. Later, bro.”

“Hurry up.” I shove my phone in my pocket and head back inside. It doesn’t take much to convince the guys to move onto a club, especially when I invite the swarm of women surrounding them.

A few calls and a limousine later, we’re pulling up outside Firefly, attracting even more attention from the line of people waiting to get inside as we stroll on in. Declan saunters up to a woman waiting in the line and asks her if she wants to join us. The guy I assume was her date isn’t happy at being ditched for half the Titans starting line-up. I guess they won’t be going out again any time soon.

Anders wasn’t kidding. They have the entire VIP lounge to themselves with servers bringing food and bartenders mixing every drink known to man. When he sees me, he grabs a bottle of scotch and heads my way.

“Cooper Danford! How the hell have you been, bro?”

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