AllFreeNovel
Share Us
My left eyelid twitches.
Twice and barely visibly to the naked eye.
But that’s only because I brace every muscle in my body not to react, my left eyelid apparently the only muscle I can’t control.
That’s the only outward sign of my reaction.
“She’s hot as fuck and that hair color.” He says making an ‘mhmm’ sound like a fucking creep, “She’s got to be a freak.”
Internally, I imagine gouging his eyes out and feeding them to him.
Snapping his brain stem so he powers off like a dead doll and never comes near her again.
“She’s off limits.”
Phoenix tosses me a look out of the corner of his eye and Devlin raises a surprised eyebrow at me.
“You’re staking a claim?” He asks.
“I knew he needed a shag.” Ben adds unhelpfully, “That practice screamed sexual frustration.”
“No.” I tell him casually because I don’t want anyone mistaking my interest for anything other than what it is – a physical attraction. A one time thing and nothing more. Although there’s a pretty significant barrier to keep in mind when it comes to her. “She’s got a boyfriend.”
He laughs and I want to throttle him because it doesn’t sound like the laughter of someone who’s going to give up and look elsewhere.
“Even better. I like the chase. Give me six months and I’ll have gotten rid of the boyfriend and fucked her, easy.”
His words are beginning to grate on me like the sound of a fly buzzing around my head at night.
I’m this close to reaching out and crushing the metaphorical fly in my fist.
The visual of Thayer with him. I–
No, it’s better that I don’t think about it.
“Anyone want to take that bet?” He asks boisterously in the locker room.
The lads are always bantering and setting wagers like this. They usually cover a wide range of topics from match outcomes, horse races, and sometimes who can fuck a girl or guy first.
I’ve never participated.
Not out of any higher moral ground, mind you. No, there’s never been a good enough wager.
I could do most of the challenges half asleep or at least with my eyes closed, they’re so easy.
Or they simply aren’t interesting enough.
But Devlin recklessly put Thayer on the metaphorical table and, like I said, she at least intrigues me.
I’m intrigued and beyond that I’m not about to let two other fuckers bet on her. Because if I don’t pick this one up, someone else will.
They’ll add another layer of complexity to my already intricate operation, and since Thayer’s going to make me pay for every move as it is, I can’t allow that to happen.
Fuck him and fuck anyone who thinks they can get in my way when I decided she was mine to play with her first.
“One.”
“What?” Devlin asks me, confused.
