Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
“What?” Hudson grunts, so sure he’d gotten it right. “What was wrong with that? It was forward, let her know he’s down to fuck, and asked to meet up.”
“Your game is just as pathetic as Jax’s.”
Hudson’s eyes widen with hurt. “What? What do you mean? My game is spot on. It got your sister, didn’t it?”
“My sister clearly doesn’t know what’s good for her,” I mutter. “But you didn’t pick up Addie by hitting on her with bullshit lines and suggesting you’d whip your dick out for anything. You treated her like a fucking human, just like this chick wants to be treated. Do we even know if she’s available? She might have a boyfriend, and if she does, she’ll fuck Riley off so fast, he won’t even get a chance to say hello.”
“Okay, genius,” Jax mutters as I delete Hudson’s bullshit lines. “If you think you’re the fucking pussy whisperer, let’s see what you’ve got.”
I give Jax a blank stare before writing out the message, not bothering to read it out loud like the boys had done. “Hey, what’s up?” I flip the phone around and show them the simple message. “That’s how it’s done,” I tell them. “It’s simple, she’s not being treated like a fucking pussy factory, and she’s not going to block him for being a fucking creep. She’ll be able to figure it out all on her own.”
Jax scoffs and rolls his eyes. “BOOOOORING!”
I shrug and hit send before any of them get the chance to fuck this up then toss the phone into Logan’s hands, assuming he’s the only responsible one right now. “Just wait and see. She’ll hit him back the second she gets online.”
Logan shakes his head, certain that I’ve fucked it up. “Bullshit,” he mutters to himself, before turning around and slipping Riley’s phone onto the top shelf of his open locker, but I’ve never been so confident. Had I been messaging some random chick for myself, I probably would have ended up sending some bullshit pick-up line thinking I was all that, but since being with Bri, there’s a lot of shit I’ve had to learn. I mean, sure, there would be a handful of chicks who are down for the dirty pick-up lines, and some might even find it endearing or adorable, but majority of women just want to be treated like a fucking human.
Standing in front of my open locker, I peel off my shirt and get ready for tonight’s game. I shove my phone, wallet, and keys on the top shelf before rifling through my bag for all my safety gear. I’m just about ready when my phone buzzes on the shelf. The vibration against the metal locker draws my attention immediately.
We’re only ten minutes out from our pre-game rituals, and though I consider ignoring it, I know it’s probably a text from Mom or Bri wishing me luck for the game. Usually, if it’s Bri, it’ll come with a dirty picture attached, and I simply can’t resist.
Scooping my phone off the shelf, I unlock the screen and pause, seeing a new email from my lawyer. “Ahhhh, fuck,” I mutter to myself, my stomach dropping right out my fucking ass. There’s only one reason he’d be e-mailing me on a Friday night, and I don’t fucking like it.
I’ve been actively doing everything I can to avoid this. I haven’t chased him down to get results quicker, and I sure as fuck haven’t been waiting on the edge of my seat. I already know the test was a waste of time, but I can’t avoid it any longer. Besides, it’s in the best interest of the team to get this out of the way. I’ve played like shit since the second Rachael showed up on my doorstep claiming her son was mine, and now I can finally put this shit to rest, and the second the game is over, I’d be more than happy to rub it in her face. Besides, it’s nothing but a ploy to extort money out of me and my family. Though one thing is for sure. Despite how supportive Bri has been, I know it’s been on her mind, and the quicker we can get back to normal, the better.
Knowing damn well what I’ll find inside this email, I quickly open it and scroll past my lawyer’s message to go straight for the attached results, certain I’d be able to understand the technical terminology. I can respond to it properly after the game, but for now, there’s only one thing I’m interested in.
My cell service is shit in the locker room and it takes a moment for the multipage document to load, but when it finally does, I don’t hesitate to scroll through the many pages of information explaining what I’m about to see.