Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
I scowled. “Well, it obviously wasn’t enough considering the dance recruiters want to see me perform again,” I bitterly reminded him.
He sighed. “You’re going to get signed, Meg,” he tried assuring me as he rested his hands on my shoulders, bending slightly so his dark eyes met my green ones. “Stop doubting yourself.”
I blew out a harsh breath. He looked at his watch and scowled. “Fuck,” he swore. “Coach is calling a meeting.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “I have to go.” He pointed his finger at me. “Go back to your dorm, take a shower, and get some food,” he ordered. “You’re done dancing for the day.”
I scowled at my best friend. “Vince, you’re a pain in my ass,” I retorted.
He rolled his eyes. “Just do as I ask, yeah?”
I scoffed. “I don’t recall you asking. If I remember correctly, you ordered me like a dog.”
He pouted, giving me puppy dog eyes. “Please?” he asked, much nicer this time.
I huffed. “Whatever,” I grumbled.
He grinned and jogged from the dance studio. With a tired sigh, I moved to the speakers and unplugged my phone from the dock. I slid it into my pocket and grabbed my bag, standing up.
When I got to my dorm, my roommate was sitting on the bed watching a movie on her laptop, a bag of candy in her hands. She looked up as I walked into the room. “I need you out in about thirty minutes,” she told me as she looked back at her laptop. “My boyfriend is coming over.”
I sighed. That meant I would have to crash at Desiree’s for the night because once her boyfriend came to our dorm, I didn’t want to come back in for the rest of the night.
I’d made that mistake once, and I wouldn’t be making that mistake again. The scene I’d walked in on had scarred me. I didn’t even know women could get into that fucking position.
I quickly packed a bag of clothes and grabbed everything I would need for class the next day and left the dorm, deciding to get a shower when I got to Desiree’s. I called her as I walked out of the dorm building.
But, of course, she didn’t answer.
With a defeated sigh, I called Vincent, hoping he could answer his phone even though he was at the meeting with his coach and other teammates. “Hey,” he said when he answered. “What’s up?”
“I kind of got kicked out of my dorm for the night,” I told him as I set my bags beside me on the ground, already tired of holding them. Vincent sighed, and I knew he had a scowl on his features. He hated my roommate. “I tried calling Desiree, but she didn’t answer. I need somewhere to crash for the night.”
“Desiree’s dorm room had some kind of flood or something—water pipe or something busted,” Vincent told me. “She’s staying with me at the frat house. I know you don’t like the frat house, and I don’t really like you being there,” he admitted, “but it’s the only option at the moment.”
I scowled. The frat house.
A bunch of horny ass guys that only thought about football and the next available pussy to stick their dicks in.
“It’s better than nothing,” I finally said. “I’ll be there in about twenty minutes.”
“No,” Vincent instantly said. He didn’t like me walking by myself. “It’s almost dark, Meg. You’re not walking. Just stay there. I’ll be there in a few. I’m not far from you. I was going to the food court to get food anyway.”
He was too protective for his own good. He was going to make himself gray before he hit twenty-five at this rate. “Alright,” I conceded, giving in to him.
“Cool. I’ll be there soon,” he informed me.
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Vincent pushed open the front door to the frat house and walked in ahead of me with my bags in his hands. Everyone looked up at our entrance. Vincent glanced at me over his shoulder, ignoring his teammates that were all looking at us—or me—most of them with lustful gazes.
I looked down at what I was wearing and cringed.
I was only in my leggings and the long-sleeved shirt I had been practicing in that showed off my toned belly. I blushed scarlet as I quickly hurried after Vince, wanting nothing more than to get a shower and change into something that would conceal what I really looked like.
Vincent pushed open a bedroom door. The room was bare and clean. “This is our spare room,” he told me as he dropped my bags on the bed. “One of the other guys used to live in here, but he got married and bought a house for him and his wife. So, it’s been empty since.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he regarded me with worried eyes. “I know this is hard for you, Meg, but I promise I won’t let them bother you,” he assured me.