Page 207 of Scoring the Player
“Nah. We were rocky before that.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You know why.”
He wasn’t out to me yet.
“How did you fix it?”
His lips spread in a filthy smile. “We talked it out.” He downs his drink. “I think I know how to cheer you up,” he says before speeding off.
I touch the home screen of my phone and then drop my head to the bar top as I see no new notifications.
What I’d give to see his name on my screen just one more time.
“Good evening. Can y’all hear me?”
I fling a glance over my shoulder at the sound of Sid mic’d up.
“Yeah? Cool,” he replies to the din of whistles and shouts. “Good evening, my name is Sid King, and I play basketball for the Los Angeles Royals.”
A woman screams, “I love you!” at him, causing more shouts and whistles across the bar.
“Thank you. So, my friend has been down lately.”
There’s a wave ofawws.
“And there’s only one thing I know that transports him to a place far away from his troubles—music.”
No. No way.
Every phone in the spot is pointed at him.
It took less than twenty minutes for the bar to fill up, spilling out to the streets, once word got around that a couple of us were here. Security’s doing their best to keep fans at bay so we can enjoy our drinks in peace, but this is testing it.
“Y’all are all in for a treat tonight. We have in the house a man with a voice so beautiful it’ll make you feel like your soul’s left your body to rest with angels. I could only convince him to do one song, but I promise, all you need is one.”
I swipe my hand across my throat, gesturing for him to knock it off, when he glances over at me.
“First, I need y’all to make some noise.”
The noise is instantly deafening.
“Nah.” He shakes his head. “Y’all can do better than that.”
Their roar reaches a fever pitch.
No!I mouth at him.
The fucker nods and winks at me.
He places his hand on his heart. “Knew y’all had it in you, Denver.”
Sid signals to Nick, and before I know it, he’s stalking over and pushing me toward the stage. “You used to beg us for this and karaoke. You know you want to,” Nick taunts.
“You and Sid are on my kill list,” I grit out.
He chuckles. “Stop flirting with me.”
