Page 42 of Heartbreaker
“Our dearSavvy Skyehas just suffered her first big title loss.”
Grady pouts. “Poor thing.”
Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
Drake continues, “Which means she’s going to be sad and looking for a shoulder to cry on.”
He cannot be serious.
“Get to the point, Drake,” Austin says, rolling his eyes.
“Isn’t it obvious? One ofuscan be that shoulder.”
I scoff. As if Savannah would go for any of them.
“Something you want to say, Brooks?” Drake raises a brow in my direction.
Brody does the same from behind his beer and waits to see how I’m going to get myself out of the hole I’ve just dug. I shake my head, looking away from them. I should keep my mouth shut.
“Didn’t think so.” Drake chuckles. “Now, as I was saying—”
“I can’t do this,” I say, and that Cheshire grin returns. “You cannot be fucking serious, Drake? As if Savannah would let any one of you within five feet of her. She has made it abundantly clear that she has no intention of dating anyone on the roster or within this company. And—”
“Who said anything about dating?” Scott asks, his tongue poking out to wet his lips, and that earns a high five from Miles.
I roll my eyes, and glancing over, I notice the waitress hand Colin the checkbook. I snatch it from his hands. “I cannot believe you guys are still doing this bullshit. This kid is barely making enough to pay the bills, and you want him to pick up your tab?”
“We all did it!” Grady argues.
“And?” Just because it’s been something we used to do doesn’t mean we need to continue the tradition. Some things are better left in the past…
Stuffing my card into the checkbook, I hand it back to the waitress without looking at the total because that would only piss me off further. I don’t care what it costs; the relieved look on Colin’s face tells me all I need to know.
“Why are you here?” Drake hisses after a minute. “You come in here, acting all high and mighty, like you’re better than us…Why even show up?”
“You’re the one proponing high school bullshit, Drake. Grow up,” I say, signing the returned bill.
“So, you wouldn’t take the chance to bend Savannah over the side of the ring and have your way with her if she’d let you?”
“That is enough.” I slam the pen down on the table.
Drake laughs, seemingly unfazed. “That’s what I thought.”
“Brooks, don’t,” Brody warns under his breath. “Don’t feed into it.”
My fingers scratch at my denim-clad thighs, picking at the fabric as I do my best to ignore the anger building in my chest.
“You know something, Brooks? You’ve always been Mr. Get-the-Girl. Why don’tyoutake a stab at it? Surely, you of all people can persuade her to change her mind.”
“Because I’m not doing something I know she doesn’t want.”
“She doesn’tknowwhat she wants,” Drake says. “I mean, how could she? She’s never given it a shot. Someone just needs to show her what she’s missing. You’re friendly enough with her, so why not you?”
“Because I’m—”
“Scared she’ll say no?” Scott asks, and I glare at him.
“Oh, come on, Brooks. Give it a go,” Drake says. My glare returns to him. “How about this…you do the horizontal tango with Ms. Skye by the night of Wrestlefest and you’ll earn yourself six hundred apiece.”
