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I’m very disappointed, Sweetness.

You didn’t call Coach for me. And even after that nice orgasm I gave you.

My stomach swooped as my heart thudded a little harder in my chest. I couldn't even decipher whether it was from disgust or…something else. I decided to play dumb just to irritate him.

Me

I’m sorry. Who is this?

Unknown

Wow.

Here I thought you'd be smart enough to remember who this was. Not very impressive, Rhys.

I shouldn't have cared that he was baiting me with an insult. Itshouldn't have rubbed me the wrong way because, ultimately, who cared what he thought of me? I sure didn't!

Not one bit.

Me

Maybe you weren't that memorable.

Unknown

What, did my classroom handjob blend in with all the others you got that day?

If so, you get more action than I gave you credit for. Good for you, Sweetness.

If I ground my teeth any tighter together, I was going to need reconstructive surgery. I blamed my weakness in engaging with him on a very long week that had wreaked havoc on my nerves. That was the only possible explanation for why I didn't block him in a heartbeat.

Me

I guess you weren't kidding about being jealous. It's an ugly look on you, but I doubt even plastic surgery could make you look good.

Hard truths and all that.

Being so nasty didn't come naturally to me and as icky as I felt for stooping so low, Hawk drew it out of me as easily as he drawn out that org—nope! Not going there. Let's just not and say we did.

Unknown

Let's not kid ourselves, cutie. I always look good. Also there's no need for me to be jealous.

Want to know why?

No, I really didn't. There was absolutely no conceivable way that his answer could be anything remotely good. So no, I didn't want to know.

Me

Gee, I'm on the edge of my seat.

I think we've all firmly established that I'd be the first animal eaten on a nature show because I was evidently a huge idiot.

Unknown

Because the next time I see you, you'll beg me to make you come.

The blood rushed to my face so fast I felt the heat of it in my cheeks. Then it all traveled south and emptied into my dick as sinful thoughts crashed into my brain. That quickly turned into repulsion as I argued with myself that it was utterly stupid to find anything that syphilitic jockstrap said as appealing.

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