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I don’t believe a word that comes out of the asshole’s mouth. He’s a loudmouth, trouble-making prick on a good day. On a bad day? The guy is downright destructive. Usually, he doesn’t take others down with him, but I guess today was the exception.
With him standing before me now, I lose control. I charge at him, ready to take him down and make him pay for what he’s done to me… to Lexie.
No sooner do my hands reach for him, I feel hands on me. One set, then two. Landon and Chase, both of them pulling on me, forcing me backward. Restraining me from a fight I have no intention giving up on. The more I strain against their hold, the tighter it becomes.
“Then how in the fuck did the whole damn world get ahold of it?”
I don’t even really care about the answer. What’s done is done. What I do care about is connecting my fist with his face. It’s the least he deserves.
“I don’t know, man. I don’t know. I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry? A lot of fucking good that does me.” Or Lexie.
My reputation has been on a negative slide since the accident. I can only imagine the damage this would do. Will do. And Lexie? Christ. If I haven’t lost her already, the moment we went public with our relationship, everyone would know it was her. Then what?
I’m still struggling, still attempting to break free of Chase and Landon, when Coach Masterson steps into the locker room.
“Enough.” His voice fills the room, and everyone goes silent instantly. He glances around, everyone on edge. “Wallace, get your ass in my office. Now.”
“This isn’t over,” I warn Green as I break away from Landon and Chase and head toward where Coach is standing.
“Sit,” he tells me as he closes the door behind him.
“Green…” I begin, attempting to place the blame on him.
“Green? Is it his face buried in some broad’s pussy?” Coach shouts at me.
“No, sir.” His words are a reminder that I’m also at fault here. Something I’m sure Lexie won’t be letting me off the hook for any more than Coach will.
If I hadn’t gotten out of control. If I hadn’t needed Lexie so fucking bad. If I would have just used my head instead of my dick to do my thinking, Green wouldn’t have had the opportunity to take the video, and I wouldn’t be in this mess.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” His voice is loud, reverberating off the walls and echoing in my ears.
“I wasn’t.” Not about the ramifications of what doing that might cause. The only thing I was thinking was how badly I needed her. That need outweighed any rational thoughts.
“No kidding.” He runs his hands through what’s left of his gray hair. “I would expect this shit from some of the other guys, like Green, but not you.”
I apologize again because what else can I say?
He takes a seat on his desk, his face softening slightly. “I know this injury sucks, but at this rate, your behavior is going to destroy your career before your shoulder does. Drinking, bar fights, and now, a sex tape?”
As I sit here with my head down, contemplating his words, wondering how in the hell he knew about the bar fight, I hear the door behind me open.
“Hi, Daddy. Sorry, I’m late. There is so much press outside I could barely get to the building.”
My head rises at the eerily familiar voice.
Turning in its direction, my heart sinks when I see why the voice is familiar. What I can’t seem it register is why in the hell it just called my coach “Daddy.”
No, no, no. This cannot be happening.
Lexie’s standing there looking just as surprised as I am. How? She knew exactly who I was the minute I approached her. That means she knew damn well that I played for the Knights… for her father.
Looks like I was the only one in the dark here.
Filling with panic, I turn back to Coach Masterson. Does he know? If he did, why hasn’t he said anything yet? Was he waiting for her? For confirmation?
Does he know it’s her in the video?
