Page 39 of Tamed (The Courtside King Duology 1)

“Not what?” Kai sat up and eyed him. “Gay? Attracted to your instructor?”

Breck bristled. That asshole was calling him out. “Neither,” he grated.

Kai settled his forearms atop his knees and lifted a brow.

Breck ground his molars. “I’m bi. It’s different.” Yup, splitting hairs. “And you’re a dick. So, no. No attraction. This was purely fucking physical.”

Kai’s lips quirked. He wasn’t buying it.

Breck scowled. “I gotta go. Got places to be.”

But as he stalked toward the locker room, Kai called after him, all smugness gone. “It’s okay. We didn’t do anything wrong.”

Breck paused and peered back at him.

Kai met his gaze.

And still, Breck frowned.

Because no, no it wasn’t okay.

His opponent had just gotten the upper hand and discovered the truth. That he was Breck’s distraction. He was his weakness. Which meant that Kai now held all the fucking cards. And, no doubt, from this day forward, he’d never let Breck forget it.

Inwardly cursing, he turned and shoved into the locker room. He never should’ve stayed after. Why couldn’t Kai have just left shit alone?

He grabbed his duffle bag and yanked it open. Thanks to that dickhead, he still needed to come something fierce. A problem he’d have to fix, but no way would he be rubbing one off with that fucker on the brain.

Snagging his cell phone, he scrolled through his contacts. Not one name caught his eye. He growled and tossed it into his duffle, swapped clothes, then irritably packed up and headed for the door. When he left, Kai was nowhere to be seen. Then again, Breck had intentionally avoided looking.

Why bother? The cat was out.

Game fucking over.

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