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“Hey!” Setting my bag down, I walked toward my couch and fell face-first into the cushions. Colton laughed but kept stirring whatever he was tending to in the kitchen.

“Rough day?”

How did I tell my brother that my new boyfriend, who may not be my boyfriend, got kicked off the team because he was drugged, and my ex-boyfriend sucked his dick and someone took pictures? What was the proper way to tell your brother that instead of getting mad at the ex, you lost your mind and chose to make him watch you fuck your new boyfriend so he could fulfill your fantasy while also showing him he never stood a chance with Tripp? Colton would tell me I basically pissed on Tripp and claimed him, and probably wouldn’t even talk to me once he realized how insane I had been.

No, maybe I should just stick to the basics.

“I think mom is fucking with me,” I sighed as I turned over and looked into the kitchen at him.

“Mom? What the hell did she do this time?”

“I don’t know,” I groaned. “I mean, I know what she did, but it doesn’t seem like something she could do alone. How are her and Dad right now?”

“Oh they are back together and more in love than ever.” Colton rolled his eyes, then tapped the spoon on the side of the pan and set it down. Rounding the counter and coming to the couch, he motioned for me to sit up, and he sat beside me, crossing his hands in his lap. “Talk to me.”

“Not real sure you want to hear about my love life, but…”

“If you tell me something gross, I swear I will tell you about the girl that jerked me off in the lecture hall while—”

“Stop!” I faked a gag and shook my head. “Deal. I will keep it clean, just never tell me that story.”

He pulled my hand, and I fell into his hug as he settled back on my couch. “Tell me everything.”

So I did… almost…

ChapterForty-One

Tripp

“Iknew something was off with him,” Rhys told Ash as they sat in my living room later that night. He and Cruz had come by to check on me. Eventually, they invited Ash and Erin to chat and weigh in on Hunter—since he was technically still their assistant coach.

“But I didn’t think it was the fact that he was gay,” Ash added. “Who would care about that?”

“Maybe his parents? His team? Hell, I almost feel sorry for him,” Erin sighed. “It's rough coming out for some people.”

“He basically sexually assaulted Tripp, you Ding Dong, don’t feel sorry for him.” Cruz’s accent while saying the word Ding Dong almost made me laugh.

“No,” I waved Cruz off. “I’m not looking at it like that. Because whoever drugged my drink is the one that was responsible for the whole thing spiraling out of control. Not to excuse Hunter, but there’s a chance, in his eyes, that he thought it was wanted, and reciprocated, at that moment. He was drunk as well.”

“He had traces of drugs, but why can he remember and you can’t?” Ash asked.

“Honestly, I think I drank more than he did,” I admitted. “Once Cruz left I was kinda desperate for the company and ended up buying drinks.”

“Dammit,” Cruz yanked at his hair, angry at himself. “I shouldn’t have left.”

“Don’t put it on you,” I warned him. “I’m a grown man, I didn’t need you to babysit me.”

“Having each other’s backs is what we do,” Rhys reminded us. “You got Cruz home when he needed you.”

“Exactly,” Cruz stood up and started pacing. “No more leaving each other. Not for anything.”

“I’ll drink to that,” I joked, raising my water. “Because I’m not sure there is anyone else I can trust.”

“What about Tatum? Where is she?” Rhys asked.

Shrugging, I licked my lips and turned my head, hoping they let that subject drop for the moment. There were too many emotions, and it was all new to me. It was all I could do not to call her, trusting that she would do what she said she would do.

Before I was forced to answer, a knock sounded at my door, and I jumped up, hoping it was Tatum.

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