A Christmas Song – Ryan’s Bed holiday Read Online Tijan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, College, Contemporary, Drama, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
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What was wrong with me?

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he growled, those eyes heated and smoldering.

My clit twitched.

Fuck.

“I said—”

“I know what the fuck you said,” he unloaded. “I don’t have your shit because you didn't have any shit with you.”

I frowned.

He took a step toward me. “Want to know the state we found you in?”

We?

“You were on the ground. You were so fucking drunk that you couldn't sit in the chair.” Another step. He was still seething. “And your buddies with you, what a couple of great friends you have. They did nothing. Goddamn fucking nothing. You're on your ass and they're watching the band. And they kept doing nothing when I came over, picked you up off your ass, and carried you out of there.”

I winced hearing that. I wasn’t altogether surprised, but it was a little hard to hear at the same time.

“Want to know who else saw me throw you over my shoulder and did nothing about it?”

I frowned, my mouth drying up.

Another step and now he was breathing down his nose at me. His hands were in fists at his side. “Your fucking boyfriend.”

Another grimace.

“Yeah,” he bit out. “He saw the whole thing. You falling. You not getting back up. Your friends not helping. And a guy coming over and hauling you out of there.”

It didn't look good, but I shrugged. “He probably thought you were security—”

“THEN HE SHOULD’VE MADE SURE!”

I jerked, backing away.

Cris cursed, raking a hand through his hair. “Sorry. I—just—I could've been anyone. Any guy could've taken you out of there. Does he know we used to hook up?”

Another flinch from me because the truth was that Jude and I spoke very little. That was part of the attraction. It was why Amber, Toya, and I hung out too. They didn’t care.

They didn’t ask questions.

I could get through the day then.

But here Chavez was, getting in my face, not knowing the score. I shook my head, looking away. “I didn't have anything with me?”

He was still glaring, and that was not what he wanted me to say. He bit back another growl before he exploded again. “Are you fucking with me? Actually fucking with me—”

I snapped, “Shut up! SHUT UP! You know nothing. You don't ask anything. You're just judging and—” I paled, realizing what I just did. Cris would ask questions now. I couldn’t have that. I'd break if anyone started caring.

“Can I use your phone?”

His eyes narrowed. “What for?”

“Because if I didn't have anything with me, then either Jude has them or I left them in Amber's car. Also, I need a ride.”

“I'll give you a ride.”

“What? No—”

“Only goddamn way you're getting my phone to call around looking for your shit.”

I glared. “Cris.”

His eyes turned a whole new level of loathing. He wouldn’t budge. I recognized that look on his face.

I bit out, “Fine.”

“Fine.” He slapped his phone into my hand and I paused, my face lighting up because I only had three numbers memorized. Cris', my roommate’s, and my old childhood landline. All that I couldn’t use.

“Shit,” slipped out.

Cris rolled his eyes, picking up his keys. “Yeah. That's what I thought.” He went over and opened the door. “After you.”

I wore his sweatshirt, his shorts, and I had nothing on my feet. Well, okay then.

I sailed right past him.

2

MACKENZIE

There was a brief knock at Ryan’s door. He padded barefoot from his bathroom and opened it, then stepped back, opening it wider. Chavez stuck his head inside, scanning over both of us with a slight grimace. “You guys heard?”

Ryan snorted, going to pull on one of his Macquire basketball sweatshirts and sticking his hands in the front pocket. “I think everyone heard. Take it the talk didn’t go so well?”

I was still in bed, but was sitting up with my knees pulled to my chest. When we heard the yelling from beneath us, there’d been no way I could’ve gone back to bed. Ryan got up for the bathroom, and I slipped out to grab one of his shirts before crawling back in bed. I’d been rooted in place, trying to make out the rest of what was being said from his room. Not all of the words were audible.

“What’d you guys hear?”

Ryan glanced my way before answering, “Mostly a lot of curse words.”

Chavez flicked his eyes upwards, stepping more into the doorway, his hand on the doorknob. “She’s a fucking mess. Literally, but I’m taking her around to find where her things are. And speaking of,” his gaze turned my way, “you don’t have an extra key for your place, do you? She needs new clothes, and she has no way of getting into your place.”

“Of course, yeah.” A pang sliced through me because she hadn’t messaged me asking for the extra copy herself. “Does she know I was there last night?”


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