Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
“That’s her! I knew I recognized her!”
I whipped around to see a group of people hovering around one woman with her phone in her hand. The familiar sound of my laughter struck my ears, my heart sinking when I realized what they were watching. No matter what, that video haunted me everywhere!
“That’s actually her?”
“What is she doing here?”
“I don’t know, but I hope Hugo isn’t with her.”
Sharp, aggressive comments seemed to fill the room as more and more people saw the video, witnessing a heated moment that I didn’t realize anyone else saw. I felt my vulnerability peak, making me wish that I could curl up and disappear. But things were only going to get worse.
“What’s going on?” Hugo’s mother asked as she walked over to the group of people shooting glares at me and watching the video with shocked eyes. She leaned close and only watched the video for a few seconds before her face started to grow red. Her eyes darted over to me as she took one step toward me and pointed toward the front door. “You get out of here, you little harlot! I don’t want you in my house or near my son!”
I backed away from her, hearing people laugh in their little cliques as they watched me retreat toward the foyer. I pitched one more look at the entryway to see Hugo and Ashley talking to each other, standing quite close as well. He didn’t even realize what was going on. Or he just didn’t give a damn.
I was on my own.
I hurried out of the house, choosing to call an Uber down the road to pick me up instead of calling Stephen. I couldn’t bear to be around any of the guys right now, especially Hugo. Any inkling of hope I had for me to have some sort of bond with them beyond frenemies or friends with benefits threatened to disappear right in front of my eyes.
And I didn’t think that I would ever be able to get it back.
Chapter 19
Leah
A wave of pure warmth washed over me, strong hands and eager mouths caressing my skin as I laid on the bed. Six familiar pairs of eyes roamed over me, taking in the sight of my bare figure as I writhed and sighed in bliss.
My fingers curled in Mikael’s soft hair as Stephen’s lips brushed one side of my neck. Hugo pressed his teeth into the other side, eliciting a broken moan from me.
Every motion threatened to make my head spin, my eyes rolling back to meet Jed’s as he crouched on the bed above my head. The sight of his pleased smile made heat swirl inside of me, my heart hammering heavily. Capturing their attention made me feel… invincible.
Colm teasingly kissed his way up my legs, chuckling as I writhed from the light tickle.
Anthony had to hold my hips down with his strong hands, and there was nothing I loved more than them pressing me into the mattress.
“Please,” I begged them, my entire body ringing with sensitivity and need. I wanted more. I wanted it all.
Hugo gripped my chin, drawing my eyes to his.
“What do you want?” he asked.
I gazed up at him, my face flushing with warmth. I loved having his eyes on me. On only me. Somehow, I caught the attention of six incredible guys who I didn’t want to share with anyone else, but they shared me.
“You. All of you,” I breathed out, wanting my wish to be granted.
Hugo shared a grin with the others before looking back down at me.
“You got it, princess,” he said, leaning down toward me.
Instead of my eyes fluttering shut as his lips met mine, my eyes flew open as I shot up in bed, the dream lingering in the back of my mind and gradually fading away with each second that passed. The guys weren’t here. I was all alone.
Silence rang throughout my dorm as I curled up in bed, fresh tears streaking down my cheeks. I couldn’t get myself to move, paralyzed by my lack of hope and persistent agony. My disappointment in myself. How the hell did I let things get this bad? Where I had to dream about what I couldn’t have.
Things had been such a rush for the past month that I was hardly able to catch my breath or even really think about everything going on. And that didn’t stop at just the video or the tournament. It was about the guys.
All of them. They each struck my heart in different ways. Stephen’s flirty but tender compliments and demeanor. Mikael’s romantic nature and willingness to sacrifice. Anthony’s inspiring determination and protectiveness. Colm’s ability to comfort me and his great communication. Jed’s patience and caring attitude. Hugo’s boldness and dominance.
The way they all looked at me. The way they touched me. The way they kissed me.