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Although his dealings with Jordan make me wonder about that, and what the fuck is Jordan doing meeting with Suit when he’s Cooper’s manager? Poor fucking Cooper trusting that dick, and me. Fuck.

I’m about to do something I can’t take back, and I fucking hate myself.

By ten pm, I’m a roiling mass of nerves. I’ve puked twelve times. I have nothing left in my stomach and three straight vodkas later, I’m a little tipsy. None of this has produced any answers beyond that I have to choose between Lorri and Cooper, and I can’t not choose my fucking sister.

I find my seat in the stadium and glance around warily. I still don’t know who Mickey B is or how I’m supposed to do anything but fuck I guess I’ll leave it up to fate because I’m tired enough as it is.

Playing with my phone, I text Lorri, but she doesn’t respond and with tears in my eyes, I suck in a deep breath, before glancing up.

“Minnie?”

“Yeah?”

“Come with me,” the man says abruptly.

Cautiously I look around but follow when he looks back at me and waves his arm. He leads me down the hall under the stadium and toward the locker rooms. Relaxing because I wasn’t sure if he wasn’t Mickey B or this wasn’t my death walk, I wipe my sweaty hands on my dress and plaster a smile on my face.

Cooper is inside with his team, getting into the zone but when he sees me, his eyes light up before they darken with need. Suppressing a shiver, I give him a shy smile when he strides forward and pulls me into his arms.

Melting against him, I stare into his eyes as he says gruffly, “You look fuck hot, baby. I can’t wait to strip you out of this dress and fuck you hard.”

“Oh,” I whisper, clutching his enormous biceps.

His mouth curls in a smile and he leans in and says in a whisper, “Maybe I’ll fuck that tight ass.”

I clench painfully and smile, but the reality is there won't be a later, and I drop my gaze away as any desire ices over at the thought. This is my last normal interaction with him, and desperately I raise my eyes, smiling wider when his eyes narrow.

With a sliver of panic, I lick his bottom lip, his words from the other night tumbling through my head. It’s the closest to being vulnerable I’ve seen him, and it sucks to know, I’ll never get to find out if this could’ve gone anywhere.

Thankfully, he takes the bait and squeezes my ass before kissing me heatedly. I moan because I can’t help it, but despair is flying through me.

There won’t be a later, and there never really was a now.

“See you baby,” he says, moving away with his game face on.

Quietly I watch them go wishing this wasn’t goodbye. Wishing I could see the fire in his eyes once more. Wishing for shit that can never be because he’s just a guy I fucked and am about to screw over.

By tomorrow he’ll hate me and if not, he will forget me as I hopefully go back to my dull life.

It’s achingly quiet with him gone and I rub my burning sternum when Jordan says silkily, “I’m going to enjoy this.”

“Wh-what?” I ask, spinning around.

How could I forget about Jordan? Oh right, my bleeding heart was breaking. Stupid, stupid heart.

“I don’t know who you are or why you’re so fucking special but I’m about to get mine,” he says, pulling off his blazer and folding it carefully.

“Um, no, not now. Not ever,” I say shakily, moving toward the door.

“Not so fast,” he says, grabbing my arm.

Above us, I can hear the crowd roar and I wrench against his hold wildly.

“That’s right, fight back. I like my pussy feisty.”

“Fuck you,” I spit, changing tactics.

His eyes widen when I move into his embrace before I stare into his slimy eyes with a smile and knee him in the nuts.

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