Page 5 of Dirty Player

Red Nikes.

The fuck?

The blood in my veins turns to ice as I watch Colby fucking Wade, a retired quarterback, thread his fingers through her mid-length wavy chestnut hair.

I blink, thinking I must be seeing things.

There’s no way that’s her...

“Fuck,” Colby says, taking a step away and my jaw clenches as Kaylee blinks, wipes her mouth with the back of her arm, turns to look at me.

She turns pale.

She’s been caught.

A thousand words threaten to escape as I stare at the two of them. Honestly, I’m not surprised by his actions. He’s slept with every jersey chaser in the area.

But for Kaylee to do this...to me. To us.

I thought...fuck; I guess I have my answer to how she feels about me.

“Levi—”

I turn and walk away.

Striding through the party, I push past a dozen people mutteringsorryand finally step outside. In a haze, I find my car where I parked it on the large sweeping driveway. As I climb in, I hear her call my name, but in the next second, the roar of my Maserati’s engine drones her out.

I don’t even look at her as she runs up alongside it, as I put my foot to the floor and burn rubber, driving past the entrance to Jackson’s mansion.

I’ll sort that out with him another day.

When I get home, I head straight to my gym, rip off my jeans and shirt, and pull on my boxing gloves. Then imagine both their faces as I smash the ever-loving shit out of the bag.

How fucking dare she?

How dare she make me look like a goddamn idiot in front of all my friends and idols?

How dare she break my fucking heart?

I’ve never seen her as a jersey chaser. We met by accident—literally. She was sliding on the wet pavement and I saved her. But it looks exactly like that to me.

Colby is a heartthrob. I mean, he has ten million follows on his Instagram and most of them are women.

Enough said.

Emotions aside, I hate that my brother was right.

“Careful bro, you know she’s on a scholarship, right?” Knox said to me.

“So?”

“Don’t rush into anything. You don’t know enough about her. There are gold diggers in the world who will marry you and take half of everything.”

I hated him at that moment. After yelling at him to fuck off, Atlas told me about a friend of his who’d had that exact thing happen.

I began to listen.

Reluctantly.

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