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We laugh and dance through a few songs as other teams join in and others stand on the side-lines and watch.

I start to overheat from all of the bodies on the floor, and decide a drink is in order, so I shuffle out from between Blayne and Summer and make my way to the bar.

The smell of fresh laundry assaults my senses, letting me know Boston is near, before he even moves up beside me. “Having fun?” he asks in a low tone, not looking at me. We both just stare ahead and wait for the person manning the bar to finish serving a girl at the opposite end.

“Yes, I am. Thank you for coming but you didn’t have to.”

“We know we didn’t have to, but we wouldn’t miss it,” he says. His pinky linking with mine. “I also haven’t forgotten I owe you a punishment for going into my room and driving my car.”

“If I remember correctly Laughn was my punishment, I’m more than happy to…”

“No, I know you would enjoy that way too much. I think I might tie you up and spank you.”

I cross my legs to try and ease the throbbing radiating through my core.

“What can I get for you?” the bartender asks, interrupting my dirty thoughts.

“Um something wet and watery,” I say, a cloud of lust buzzing around that I don’t even realise what I've said until Boston chuckles.

“My work here is done,” he whispers and walks away.

“Okay something wet and watery coming right up.” the bartender says with a laugh. He brings me back a bottle of water, placing it down on the bar top in front of me. I thank him and unscrew the cap, taking a long sip. I decide to take a pit stop at the toilets before I head back onto the dance floor.

It takes me a good five minutes to find the bathroom, and a relieved sigh slips through my lips as I push the door open. I hold back the agitated groan that wants to break free when I see Betty is at the sink washing her hands. I don’t know what I did to piss her off, but she obviously hates me.

“Hi,” I say, placing my bottle of water on the edge of the bench.

“You need to stay away from Jimmie,” she snaps, looking at me through the mirror, not even bothering to turn around.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, you have more than enough guys already. Both Team Hades and Team Zeus, you don’t need Jimmie too.”

“Don't you meanhad, and Jimmie is my friend.”

“He doesn’t need your friendship, what happens when he pisses off Chester or Creed and they hurt him. I know all about the threat against Summer.”

“Maybe if you spent less time worrying about my friendship with Jimmie and more time on your relationship with him, he still wouldn’t be a virgin.”

That makes her turn to face me. “He doesn’t want me, he's in love with Khoda.”

I’m presuming Khoda is one of their team. “You can’t force someone to love you.”

“And we can’t all be forced to love our teams like yours.” she says before lowering her voice. “It would be so much easier if we did.”

I nod at her and open a stall before I wet myself. Smelling like piss all night isn’t my idea of fun. By the time I finish Betty is gone. I wash my hands and grab my bottle of water and head back out to find my guys. Davis is leaning against the wall waiting for me. He doesn’t say anything; he just pushes off the wall and follows behind me until we are back in the main room. He hangs back while I make my way to the table that has Brennan, Trace, Creed and Chester seated at it. Kai is off dancing with Sinclair and Jimmie.

I take a sip of my water, my mouth dry just from the intense looks I’m getting from the four men seated in front of me. I take the seat beside Brennan and he turns to me.

“Is everything okay?”

I nod at him. “Yeah, I just bumped into Betty in the bathroom. She wants me to stop being friends with Jimmie. I think she has the idea in her head that I want more than friendship with Jimmie.”

Creed snorts and I whip my head to stare him down. “What’s so funny?”

“I like Jimmie, he's cool but he isn’t your type.”

“I don’t have a type. I have a bunch of assholes that I’m linked to. I would thank your lucky stars that I’m made to love you.”

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