Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 113934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Placing my hand over my stomach, I felt like I was going to throw up.
“Your fiancé is about to become a common name on the lips of young women everywhere.”
***
Skip left right after the game to head to Austin. He was supposed to stay one more night, but he decided to head on out early. In a way, I was glad. It wasn’t that I didn’t love having my brother with me because I did. My head was just in a very confused place. I didn’t like being jealous, not one bit. It wasn’t me at all, so why I was freaking out all of sudden seemed weird to me.
Of course I knew part of it was because Wyatt had told me about the two girls who had approached him in the library and what they had said to him. At first, I had been disgusted by it, and then I was pissed.
My phone buzzed with a text message.
Wyatt: I’ll be there soon.
With a smile, I pulled my knees up to my chest and laughed. “You’re being silly, Skylar. Silly and jealous over nothing.”
Me: Can’t wait to see you and congratulate you.
Wyatt: I like the way you congratulate me, angel.
With a giggle, I jumped up and ran into the bedroom. I’d been saving the lingerie for a special occasion, and there was no better occasion than Wyatt starting and winning his first college game.
After slipping on the white lace teddy, I put a silk robe on and made my way to the bathroom. Pulling my hair up, I wrapped it into a bun, making sure a few long curls hung down to frame my face.
I quickly lit some candles and placed them throughout the apartment, making sure to put extra in the bedroom.
Pacing back and forth, I kept looking at the time. It was after midnight, and I was starting to get tired.
Blowing out a frustrated breath, I hit Wyatt’s number.
When he answered, all I heard was loud music.
“Hello? Wyatt?”
“Hey, angel. I can hardly hear you.”
“Where are you?” I asked as I sank down on the sofa.
“I didn’t want to let the team down, so I quickly stopped by a party one of the sorority girls was throwing for the team.”
My mouth fell open. “You went to a party? Without me?”
I heard Wyatt saying something to someone, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying.
“I was only going to stop by for ten minutes. I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t realize I’ve been here for almost an hour. I’m leaving now.”
“No! Wyatt, don’t leave!” a female voice cried out.
Standing, I instantly got angry. I tried like hell to keep myself in check. This was so unlike Wyatt to go to a party and not at least tell me.
Don’t jump to conclusions. Don’t let the jealousy in, Skylar.
“It’s fine, Wyatt. If you need to be with the team, no worries.”
“Excuse me. Sorry. Yeah, I’m leaving sorry. Sky, let me get the hell out of here. Don’t hang up.”
The fact that Wyatt had stopped at the party and hadn’t bothered to tell me made me so angry.
“Call me when you leave. I can’t hear you through the music and girls begging you to stay.”
Hitting End, I tossed my phone onto the sofa and headed into the bedroom to change.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
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Wyatt
“SKY? HELLO? SKYLAR?” Pulling my phone away from my ear, I cursed, “Fuck!”
I quickly pushed my way through the crowd. When Stephen Drake, the other quarterback, had told me I needed to stop by this party, I couldn’t say no. The last thing I wanted to do was cut myself off from the team, especially after our first big win. His girlfriend was throwing it and was a member of one of the sororities. I should have known I was making a mistake by not picking up Skylar first. I honestly was only going to stay for ten fucking minutes.
As I jogged to my truck, there must have been at least a dozen girls saying hi to me. All I wanted to do was get to Skylar’s place and wrap her up in my arms.
The lights were still on in her apartment, so I knew she hadn’t left. Thank God. I knew she was pissed. Skylar never hung up on me, and each time I’d tried to call her back, it had gone to voice mail.
Please don’t let her be pissed.
I pulled out my key and unlocked the door. Skylar was sitting on the sofa, dressed in a pair of my old sweats that I used to wear during football practice in high school and one of my T-shirts. Her dark blonde hair was pulled up in a ponytail, and she was shoving popcorn into her mouth.
Holy shit.
She looked hot as hell.
My dick jumped in my pants as I shut the door behind me.