Page 65 of Most Valuable Players
I cover my eyes as Joel pushes his phone in front of my face and I get an eye full of boobs.
“Jesus, that isn’t helpful.” Wes stands. “V, can you stay here with Blair for a bit?”
“It’s fine. I can go home.” My bed sounds great. A private place to hide and cry for a day or year. I can’t bear to guess what Wes must think of me now.
He crosses the room and threads his hands through my hair, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. “Stay. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“Where are you going?”
“To Sigma.”
“What? Why? There’s nothing else to say. I told him tonight I was done. It’s over.”
He drops a light kiss onto my lips and pulls back, but then he growls as he crashes his lips to mine. This kiss is hungrier. Desperate and hard and steals the air from my lungs before he steps back.
“Let’s go,” he says, and I watch in fascination as all the guys file out of the house.
I can’t stop the anxious giggle that bubbles up and escapes from my mouth. “Did they all just march out of here like some sort of soldiers going to battle?”
Vanessa smiles. “Yep. Off to fight for your honor.”
I groan.
“Sit,” she orders. “Tell me how this all happened?” She holds up a hand. “Actually, let’s go upstairs and wash your face. I refuse to let that ass hat be the cause of your makeup running down your face.”
Leave it to V to be concerned about my smeared makeup at a time like this.
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Wes
“What’s the plan?We can’t just waltz in there and roam the halls until we find him.”
There’s a group of guys outside the Sigma house, kicked back in chairs and drinking beer. I spot David as he stands and lifts his chin in a silent dare to step on to his pad.
“Not necessary,” I grit out and quicken my pace.
We’re welcomed by the group of guys joining David and lining up across the small patio, puffing out their chests and pulling their hands into fists at their sides. No doubt, David’s already filled them in on what happened, so our appearance doesn’t seem to shock them. It doesn’t make them happy either. Having four big, athletic dudes who are clearly pissed strolling up on them makes me almost feel sorry for them. Almost.
“This is private property, Reynolds. You’ve already given me enough ammunition to press assault charges. Get lost, or I’ll have the cops here in five, and we’ll add trespassing to your rap sheet.”
“Maybe before you start slinging accusations you should know that blackmail and extortion are felonies. I have the Valley president on speed dial, so we could add cheating and sexual harassment to that list as well.” Joel looks at David with a smirk on his face.
Joel doesn’t like to use his family to fight his battles, so I acknowledge his willingness to call up dear old Dad with a nod in his direction before I step toward David. “I want every single picture you have of her, every emails, texts, or scraps of paper she wrote on gone. Delete it. Burn it. Erase her from your life.”
He laughs, and I fight back the urge to pummel him. First, I need to be sure he’s going to do what I ask before it comes to blows.
“And if I don’t, what is it you think you’re going to do about it?”
“Whatever I have to. You’re a sick fucker blackmailing a girl to do your schoolwork. Tell me, are you too stupid to pass your own classes or are you just holding on to her anyway you can?”
“Holding on to Blair?” He bends at the waist as he lets out a deep laugh. “That slut was annoying as fuck, all positive vibes and doing things for others.” He rolls his eyes. “And a lousy lay on top of it.”
My fist connects with his cheek, causing him to let out a grunt as his head cracks to the side. It’s chaos as guys charge and punches are thrown. David’s a pussy, no shocker there, and after I land a gut check, he collapses to the ground and holds up a hand for mercy. His signal breaks up the fight, but I still bend and get right in his face.
“Delete everything. Tonight. And stay the fuck away from her. You see Blair, you walk in the other direction. She’s mine, and I protect what’s mine.” I straighten and pull out my phone. “Say cheese, asshole.” I snap a picture of him lying on the ground, lip busted, and then flip him off for good measure. It isn’t the same as a dick pick, but for a dude like David, I’m gonna guess a leaked photo of him looking like a pussy would be just as humiliating.
I’m still fuming when I get back to the house, but when I push open my bedroom door and see Blair curled up on my bed sleeping, it dissipates.
