Page 77 of Dirty Player

Jesus.

Tonight can only get better.

Surely.

But as it turns out I was wrong.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

KAYLEE

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This is so awkward. I hate it.

I spend every night in that man’s bed. His cock is inside my body almost every day, yet we’re pretending we don’t know one another.

Well, aside from that weird wave.

Were his sisters-in-law watching me?

When Kyler and Drew arrive, I slink into the shadows. I once saw Drew at the movies, and he mutteredfucking cheaterwhen I walked past. I get he was being loyal, but being an asshole wasn’t necessary.

I haven’t told Levi. He doesn’t need to know.

I’m so glad my parents aren’t here. I have a feeling my father would have marched over and said something to him.

Levi is getting a lot of attention, and unsurprising, given the team is likely going to Super Bowl. With twelve wins and one loss so far in the season, it’s almost a given, but no one is tempting fate by saying it out loud.

Levi, aside from his shoulder injury, has been a standout player. Next week’s game will be vital and it’s partly why I’ve kept my mouth shut for the past few weeks.

Okay, I’m not entirely selfless. I know that once we talk, whatever this relationship is will be over. So I’m waiting until after the holidays to talk to him.

I glance over again, and Levi is chatting with his father and Bill. I watch for too long, and his eyes flash to mine. Fire slices through me, the electric chemistry of our bond sets my body alight.

Sometimes I wonder how the rest of the world isn’t aware.

A gnawing feeling slams into my chest. I want to be the woman standing beside him, to feel his arm around me and the warmth of his strong protective body.

Not his shameful secret.

Ugh.

I fucking hate this so much. I pull my phone out and look at the time. Goddamn, it’s definitely way too early to be leaving, so I toss back my drink and laugh at something Kemal is saying, then excuse myself to go to the restroom.

I wish I smoked.

Not really...but it’s always an easier escape. There are only so many times you need to pee before someone thinks you have stomach issues.

If Steph was here, it might be easier. But things are strained between us since the margarita night. I’ve apologized to her for lying, and while she said it’s fine, she’s spending a lot of time with Richard.

The dick,I say in my head.

Jackson’s wife, Gina, skips up beside me in her beautiful pink fitted dress. “Hey gorgeous.”

“Don’t even with that. You look amazing.” I give her a fake scowl. “You must spend as much time in the gym as your husband.”

She snorts. “God no. Pilates. And running.”

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