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Four hours later, the Spartans had won the Super Bowl, and as predicted, the cameras had panned to Orion’s skybox all throughout the game. Along with Orion, Sebastian Havoc, Nova Havoc, Atlas Braylon, Titan Miller, and Esme Daley had all been there. No way would I have been ready for something like that. Yeah, they were his family, but they were an important family.
When my phone chimed, I looked down at it, smiling.
Orion:He really is a good guy
Luckily, my dislike for Raven King wasn’t genuine. He was one of the best football players in the league, and as one of Orion’s best friends, I was going to have to leave this season in the past.
Chapter 21
Orion~
One week later, and the entire world knew that Sinclair Hansen belonged to me. After putting it out there that I was in a relationship, the media had been on my helmet, following me and stalking me until they had finally discovered Sinclair’s identity.
Thankfully, when I’d gotten back from Raven’s big win, we’d had a long conversation about what dating me would entail, and we had come up with a compromise. While there wasn’t anything that either of us could do about the cameras and/or articles about her, we agreed that she’d never attend any public engagements with me or go to any of my games. Sinclair had no desire to be famous, and I had no choice but to respect that. Yeah, it sucked that she didn’t want to see me play live, but it wasn’t like I hadn’t known that she hated basketball and basketball players.
The ball hit my hands, but I quickly passed it back to Ryan Fitzpatrick. He was filling in for Hickey, the poor guy having to deal with a tweak in his ankle. For an athlete, nothing felt worse than being sidelined because of an injury or health concern. Real or not, there was an underlining fear of your career ending whenever you weren’t playing at top speed. Right now, we were matching shot for shot with the Lancers, and if we lost, I knew that Hickey would blame himself. Yeah, Hillside was good, but we were better. The Hillside Lancers had some real talent on their team, but some of their egos got in the way of what that team could really be.
Fitzpatrick went in for the shot, and I could feel everyone’s collective sigh as the ball went into the basket, giving us some breathing room. Heading back on the defensive, everything was looking up until Cap Aldrich opened his fucking mouth.
“How do my leftovers taste, Knight?” he asked, making me want to punch him in the face, though I had no idea what he was talking about.
“I’m too busy winning this game to give a shit about you, Aldrich,” I replied, already heading back the other way after Kyle Cooper from the Lancers missed his shot.
Back on the offensive, Cap stuck with me, guarding me, which was stupid when you considered how much I towered over him. “I’m talking about Sinclair,” he said, momentarily startling me.
Still, ignoring the dread in my gut, I said, “Say my girl’s name again, and I will fucking end you.”
Claude threw me the ball, and I was able to catch it effortlessly. Whatever was going on, Aldrich didn’t seem too concerned with winning this game, because I shouldn’t have been able to catch the ball without interference.
“Don’t get mad because I had her first,” Aldrich went on.
Thrown off my game, I passed the ball to Dre’von Houston, knowing that I couldn’t make the shot right now, even if I tried my best. “I’m not bullshitting, Aldrich,” I warned him. “I will fuck you up.”
“The little birthmark that she has on the inside of her left thigh is just too irresistible not to lick, don’t you think?”
I saw red.
I saw motherfucking red.
“There’s no one like Sinclair Hansen when it comes to a good fuck, guaranteed to drain a man dry,” he went on, but he danced over to guard Kyle before I could swing.
My body was functioning on autopilot as my mind was consumed with anger, my heart consumed with pain that I never knew could exist. Sinclair had lied to me about not hooking up with basketball players, and all I could think about was how she’d had the audacity to lecture me about the humiliation that came with a professional athlete that cheated. There was no way that Cap Aldrich could possibly know about Sinclair’s birthmark unless he’d seen it. The little strawberry design was nestled high on her left thigh, so close to her pussy that you couldn’t see it unless your face was in between her legs.
Blood roared through my ears, everything around me an underwater scene of chaos. For years, I had managed to escape the clever manipulations of gutter groupies, only to let Sinclair play me like a fiddle. Her job had her putting her hands all over athletes in their prime, and I’d been too enthralled with her to see the truth. Sinclair was beautiful, and she had access to rich, ripped, good-looking men all day, every day. How in the fuck could I have believed that she was keeping her legs closed?
When Aldrich saddled up to me again, I was shooting my shot, making it. There was no fucking way in hell that I was going to let this motherfucker beat us. Yeah, he might have gotten to Sinclair first, but he wasn’t going to walk away with this victory, too. If I had to make all the fucking shots myself, then that’s what I was going to do.
“There’s also the way that she sucks dick,” he said, my gut tightening. “She sucks it like a champ, making all the perfect noises, doesn’t she? Sinclair fucks like a whore, and too bad I missed out on tapping that tight ass of hers, though her pussy is five-stars.”
I swung.
I swung, and I didn’t give a fuck.
Chaos erupted, and it took everyone on the court to separate us, and I knew that I was going to be suspended and fined for this, but that was better than not being able to look at myself in the mirror. No matter that Sinclair was a liar and a whore, I’d never allow anyone to talk shit to me and think that I’d take it. I had spent my whole life protecting Nova and myself against our own parents, so if I could defy them in the name of what was right, then Cap Aldrich wasn’t shit.
“Get to the locker room, Knight!” Coach Quincy roared.
Ejected from the game, I made my way to the locker room, my blood boiling like a motherfucker, ready to race back out onto the court and finish Aldrich off. Yeah, there should have been some satisfaction from his face coming up a bloody mess, but the damage to his face would heal, yet I couldn’t say the same thing about my heart. Like a fucking idiot, I had fallen for Sinclair and her lies, and I had fallen hard. I had even wanted her to go to the game with me to meet everyone.
