Page 3 of Dangerous Play

There was nothing I could do to stop my team from their merited rest. The best I could do was try to enjoy myself and not ruin their fun.

Two hours and two double cheeseburgers later, I walked into Welly’s, the bar most frequented by Westpoint University students. I was overwhelmed by their ugly burgundy-colored merchandise. Every girl wore a Westpoint or Lions shirt, crop top or sweater.

“I need to bleach my eyes out,” Dex muttered with a grimace. “Or take it off the girls.”

Maddox chuckled. Our teammates scattered, and Dex made his way to the bar.

“I need a drink,” I announced over the blasting music. “Screw being DD, we will take an Uber.”

“Lead the way, captain.” He motioned toward the wooden bar, where a bunch of college students shouted their orders. Wooden tables and chairs littered the bar, and I spotted the losing soccer team playing darts.

Sanchez looked like he bit into a lemon, warming his beer with both hands, as a pretty blonde chatted him up. He literally looked over her head, watched his goalie miss the board. The girl next to him giggled and reached on her tiptoes. Her shirt rode up, exposing her flat stomach and smooth skin as she wrapped her hands around Ander’s neck. She was short yet attractive.

Jerk barely spared attention to his girlfriend.

If she was mine, she would have been showered in attention.

Even though she wasn’t really my type, I still felt bad for her.

Ander tugged on her blonde ponytail, tilting her head back, and with a half-assed effort, kissed her neck.

“Stop staring at my sister,” an annoyed yet soft voice warned me as I stopped in my tracks and stared at the scene unfolding in front of my eyes.

Blinking, I turned my attention to the source of the pissed off voice and came face-to-face with green thundering eyes, that were attached to a very attractive face. She was taller than her sister and had legs for days that were bare from the tiny shorts that barely peeked out from under her oversized Westpoint sweater. One would think girls were all about showing off, but this girl gave me thezero fucks givingvibes.

“I wasn’t checking out your sister,” I replied calmly. It always worked on the girls in Hillview. My gaze travelled down her body, wondering what was hidden under that ugly burgundy hoodie.

“No, butyou arecheckingmeout now.”

Busted.

This firecracker was one to look out for. But instead of retreating, I grinned. I loved a good challenge.

“Can’t decide if I like your outfit or not.” I shrugged, lifting a shoulder. “Maybe if you took your hoodie off…”

She rolled her eyes. Her blonde hair was long, disappearing behind her back and with every move of her head blonde curls bounced around her heart-shaped face.

“You are Maximilian Aarons,” she said my name in a way that I knew she wasn’t a fan.

“Do you want an autograph or a selfie?” I wiggled my brows, and her scowl deepened.

“Actually… no. But thanks for the offer.”

A chuckle escaped me, but I quickly recovered as I ran my fingers through my hair. Her green eyes followed my movement, and it seemed like her face softened up. Just a tiny bit.

“What’s your name? It’s only fair you tell me now that you know mine.”

“Ivy,” she clipped.

It fit her.

“Hey, Cap!” Dex appeared with two beers. “Here’s your much needed drink and… Oh my goodness, are you talking to a girl?”

I rolled my eyes at how my friend portrayed me. Pathetic.

Ivy’s curiosity piqued as she tilted her head and studied Dex. She was trying to make sense of the rumors she heard of me across the city and of the scene unfolding in front of her eyes.

Way to go, Dex.

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