Page 19 of Dirty Player

So no. I amnottelling my father I kissed—was kissed by—Colby Wade.

But anyway, I don’t know why I’m surprised at Levi’s response to seeing me. A few months back Steph and I were at a party when he and Atlas showed up.

I didn’t know they were going to be there, but in they walked, and half the women lost their minds. The Montgomery boys are popular to say the least.

I did my best to hide in the corner.

I was successful.

Until I went to the restroom and made my way back to the kitchen to top off my drink.

“Yeah I saw her,” Levi said.

“Consider it a lucky break,” Atlas said. “You know she’s just a fan looking for a jersey.”

I froze at the corner of the door where they couldn’t see me as my face burned with both shame and anger.

How dare they?

I waited for Levi to defend me.

He didn’t.

“Guess it was a learning curve,” he replied, and I felt my heart sink.

“Yep, and bro, there will be a hell of a lot more green jersey chasers in the years to come. So just ignore her.”

“I don’t care anymore. It’s over. Barely got started.”

Atlas snorted. “Just another college girl, huh?”

“Exactly. A really good fuck.”

My mouth had fallen open. I tore away from the wall and ran outside. I found Steph, and we left.

Despite being together a short time—just months—I thought we had real feelings for one another. I was the only one, obviously.

Those words hurt me every time I think about them.

Now I have to see him every day.

But I chose this, and I’ll have to get over it to live my dream job. While he lives his.

The head coach lets out an ear-piercing whistle and the room full of players and staff start to settle. He raises his hands.

“Everybody quieten down.”

The players stand, leaning on different walls, and cross their arms. No one is in a suit. Even the management and employees, like me, are in casual attire. This is a sports training facility, after all.

I sense my white sneakers, black tights, crop top and Hawkes sweatshirt are going to be a kind of uniform over the next several months.

Two more players walk in, laughing at something, and then zip their lips when they see everyone.

Jackson Billows snorts.

I smile and he winks at me in a friendly gesture.

I don’t know everyone, but enough of them to have felt the warm welcome.

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