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I suck my teeth and nod. “Yeah. You’re right.”
Ducking down, I grab my shorts and T-shirt, shove the condom into my bag. I throw my clothes on as quickly as humanly possible. I have to get out of here, and fast.
“Alright then. I’ll see you around.”
Tossing my duffel over my shoulder, I hustle out of the media room without looking back. Dick deflated and ego bruised, wondering when the hell I became the guy who chooses being a good captain over being a man who goes after what he wants.
And why I keep letting the best things in my life slip away without a fight.
CHAPTER 20
HARBOR
What the hell am I doing?
I stare up at the smooth white ceiling in my hotel room, the AC blowing over my heated skin. I just had fantastic, mind-blowing sex with the most gorgeous man on the planet and proceeded to tell him it was a ONE-TIME THING.
Like, what in the actual fuck is wrong with me?
You’re doing exactly what you always do—playing it safe.
Getting the jump, making sure you’re the one who makes the call.
Dad trained you well.
Oh shit. That part stings.
Almost as much as hearing Weston readily agree that getting together was a mistake.
Even though I said it first, he didn’t have to go along with it.
Seems like maybe you’re both thinking about keeping your jobs—and your professional reputations.
I huff out a deep breath and roll over on the fluffywhite bed, gazing out into the chaotic waves of the Atlantic.
Why does everything always have to be so complicated?
Just once in my life, I want things to be easy, simple. Like they always are for Piper.
She would never let Weston walk away.
Never.
Piper would’ve locked him down the second his lips touched hers. They’d probably already be engaged.
And what did I do?
Turned him down. Multiple times. Then finally gave in, only to pull a quick 180 and tell him things between us are over before they’ve barely begun.
Good god, I’m an absolute head case.
I sit up and kick my shoes off, wiggling my toes, the shell-pink polish sparkling in the soft lamp light.
But I can’t be the scandal. That’s not what this team needs, what I need.
What I need is a win.
Pretty sure you just had one. An amazing, strong, beautiful man, with an equally amazing cock, fucking you into oblivion in the media room.
