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“Just answer the fucking question!” he roared. “Yes or no? Have you ever fucked him?!”

I could feel my heart threatening to beat out of my chest. Nevertheless, I wasn’t going to lie to him. Yeah, he might be upset that I hadn’t told him about Cap, but we hadn’t gotten that far in our relationship yet. The sex had been keeping us too busy, and it wasn’t like I had done anything wrong or had lied to him. I didn’t date athletes, and Cap was the reason why.

“Yes, but-”

“Yes?” he echoed, his entire body going rigid. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“Orion-”

“What happened to not dating athletes?” he sneered, not letting me explain. “What happened to that bullshit?”

“If you would just let me expla-”

“Explain?” he erupted. “What’s there to explain, Sinclair? Is there an explanation for being a lying whore?” My head reared back from the painful lash of his words. “For years, I’ve managed to avoid manipulating gutter groupies, only you’re just like them. No, you’re worse. At least, they’re honest about what the fuck they are.” Orion started pacing my living room, almost like he couldn’t stand to look at me. “Here I was, announcing you as my girlfriend, really thinking that I was the only one.” I watched silently as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Is that really what you think?” I asked, wondering how I could even form words through the pain in my chest.

Orion stopped pacing to look over at me. “How many guys in the NBA are laughing at me right now for claiming a gutter groupie as my girlfriend?” Those bedroom eyes of his narrowed in disgust. “How many of my teammates have fucked you? Double-teamed you?”

Fuck this man.

“Get out of my house,” I told him, proud that my voice sounded strong and not like I was going to break down at any moment.

“Oh, what?” he mocked. “The truth hurt? Are you so used to pretending to be a good girl that you’re afraid to acknowledge what you really are?”

Though off topic, I felt like I needed to defend women against his kind. “So, it’s okay for athletes to run around and screw whoever they want, but still be revered as gods? Yet, those same women that they’re notching on their bedposts are whores for it? What makes you guys so much better than the women that you bed? If they’re trash, then you’re no better than the dirty trash can next to them.”

“Does that help you sleep at night?” he snarled. “Does that reasoning help you to look at yourself in the mirror each morning. We’re indiscriminate, so that makes it okay for you to spread your legs for the entire NBA?”

“Cap Aldrich isn’t the entire NBA,” I replied coolly, though he didn’t deserve any kind of explanation from me. He had forfeited that right when he had called me a whore.

“Oh, so he’s special,” he remarked, his voice sounding like ice. “Well, I guess that changes things.” I could feel my heart in my throat. “Or is he special like me? Did he get to fuck you up against the wall on your first date? Was it even a date? Did you make him work as hard as me, or was he lucky enough to know that you were a whore beforehand?” Orion took two steps towards me. “If it’s any consolation, he was very complimentary about your dick sucking skills. Said you’re the best, in fact.”

I had no idea how Orion and Cap had managed to have a conversation about me, but it didn’t matter; none of it mattered. I was here, being called a whore, because I was the stupid one in this scenario. I hardly knew Orion Knight, and he hardly knew me. I shouldn’t have had any expectations where Orion was concerned. I shouldn’t have expected better of him. No matter how much of a good guy he seemed, he was still an athlete, a talented one at that. His brain was wired for privilege. It was in him to expect people to cater to him and have things go his way. Cap telling him that we’d had a sexual relationship would have challenged that privilege, and this was the result.

“Get out of my house,” I repeated.

“Gladly,” he sneered. “The only saving grace in this entire shitshow is that I hadn’t been so far gone for you that I had ditched the condoms.” His eyes raked me up and down, and there was no doubt that Orion Knight loathed me right now. “There’s no telling what cesspool is happening between those legs of yours, though Cap was right; you are the perfect dirty fuck.”

“Get. Out,” I hissed, hurt beyond words. “Get out and never contact me again.”

He let out a dark laugh. “Because I’d want to?” He stepped to me, eyeing me with disgust again. “Baby, you might have been a good fuck, but there’s better out there. After all, that’s your guys’ specialty, isn’t it? It’s like you gutter groupies train for this shit.”

“Get out,” I said again, my voice cracking a bit.“Get out.”

Without another word, Orion stormed out of my apartment, slamming the door behind him, making everything in my house rattle with his rage. A part of me wondered how safe it was for him to be on the road, but who cared, right?

With my heart cracking right down the middle, I could feel the tears start as I wondered how Orion had found out about Cap. I also wondered why Cap would tell him such things. While I knew that they both played in the NBA, it never occurred to me that there might be bad blood between them. It never occurred to me that Cap would ever say anything about a relationship that was almost a decade old.

As I sunk to the floor, I was also reminded of just how much Ididn’tknow Orion Knight. I never imagined that he could be so hateful and hurtful. His public reputation painted him as a great guy that took care of his sister, was loyal to his friends, and was a selfless team captain. If anyone had ever said anything bad about the man, I hadn’t heard or read about it.

However, the Orion Knight that had just left my apartment wasn’t any of those things. He’d been vile and unrelentless, and it was my own fault that I’d been surprised by such cruelty. I had fallen for a guy that I’d known nothing about, and that was my fault.

All of this was my fault.

Years ago, I had made a vow to stay away from guys like him, and I had broken it for something as fleeting as sexual attraction. I had been attracted to Orion, so I had let Harley convince me to go out with him. I’d gone against my gut instincts, and I had to take ownership of that. I’d known better, and this was the price of being stupid; I had paid this tab before.

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I stood up, then went to get my phone. There was only one person that I could talk to about this, though I knew that Ashley would stay on the phone with me all night if I needed her to. My parents were even good listeners if I needed them to be. I was blessed with a great family, but there was a different dynamic with your best friend, and Harley was a present witness to this thing with Orion.

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