Page 82 of Forever Offsides

“I wanted to see if she was up for some breakfast.” Russel. Wow, he has some serious balls coming here after he brought a woman to his room last night.

“She is. She’s having it with me.”

He sighs. “Fine. I’ll catch her later then.”

“Good stuff. Or not.” Crew shuts the door in Russel’s face, and I snicker, shaking my head.

“You heard that?”

I kick open the bathroom door and spit into the sink before I wash my mouth out. I nod at his reflection as he stands by the doorway, his arms folded and his brow arched in annoyance.

“I don’t like it, Quinn.”

I roll my eyes at him. “I don’t either, Crew. I wouldn’t have invited him in. I can promise you that nothing will happen between him and me. Chill out.”

He squints suspiciously. “Wait. What happened that has you saying that? You’re annoyed about something.”

“I’m not annoyed.”

“Quintin.”

“Crewsipher,” I retort snarkily.

“Answer me.”

“Last night after dinner, I got off on the wrong floor by accident. His room is one below mine, and I saw him with his face in a blonde’s chest.” I point to the door. “Now get out. I’m taking a quick shower before breakfast comes.”

He grunts but shuts the door behind him, and I strip out of my clothes and turn on the shower.

“Did you confront him for being a piece of shit ass twat? Wait. Do you think he cheated on you when you were together?” he yells through the door.

I step into the shower, needing to wash off a night of sex with Rhett. What a mess. That shouldn’t happen again, regardless of what he says. “No, and I have no clue.”

“You should have called him out. He’s making a full charge for you, at least outwardly and very publicly, and he’s full of shit. I should go kick his ass.”

“Don’t you dare!” I call out. “I can handle my own drama.”

“All I’m saying is you need to tell him it’s never going to happen. He thinks you’re going to be a thing. He was talking about it last night.”

I laugh. “You mean before his blonde. Oh, what if she were a hooker he hired?”

“Probably was. Safer than a random girl.”

I push my wet hair from my face. “Gross! You better not be speaking from experience.”

“I’m not. I swear. But, Quinn, he hasn’t gotten the message, but in fairness, you haven’t been totally clear. You need to tell him to fuck off once and for all.”

He may have a point. I’ve told him it wasn’t going to happen, but I also told him I’d think about us as friends. Then again, I also stupidly believed his intentions with me were real. I don’t know what he’s doing. It doesn’t make sense. Or he simply wants to have his cake and eat it too and didn’t think he’d get caught.

He leaves it at that, and after I take my shower, wrap a towel around myself, grab my clothes, and change in the bathroom, our breakfast finally arrives. I sip coffee and pick at a croissant and some scrambled eggs, while Crew devours two omelets, avocado, fruit, and some kind of green smoothie that he adds protein powder to.

“What’s up with you?” Crew asks as he sets his fork down.

I hold my mug in front of my lips. “What do you mean?” I take a sip and set it down on the small two-person table.

“You’re quiet. And you slept in. Are you feeling okay? Is it because of Russel?”

“No and I’m fine.”