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Cole: I’m side-eyeing you, Parker.
Me: Big time.
Parker: I’m not the one that has a famous singer tied up in my basement!
Me: This hotel doesn’t even have a basement!
Cole: Said like a person who’s looked for one.
I threw my phone on the bed, exasperated.
But amused.
At least a few people thought that my sudden, life altering obsession was funny.
I changed out of my suit, dreading the next part of the night. The bachelor and bachelorette parties were being held in side by side rooms at a bar, but being forced to play nice with Seattle players while Olivia was in the next room over was not my favorite thing. Somehow I was going to have to figure out how to get her out and back to my room before the end of the night, but I figured I would come up with something along the way.
CHAPTER 13
WALKER
The guys going to the bachelor party were all bussed over to the bar—unfortunately without the ladies even though we were going to the same fucking place. The bar was alright, with the usual dimly lit interior, vintage décor, and the faint scent of spilled beer mingling with the aroma of fried food. But having Olivia separated from me by a wall made the place feel like actual hell.
I’d had enough of being separated from her.
I was ready to move on to where we spent every waking—and sleeping—second together forever and ever.
Walker, you sound like a psycho.
“Hey Davis, want to play pool?” one of Seattle’s defenders, Mike O’Connell, called to me when we’d gotten inside.
“Let’s do it,” I responded, grabbing a beer off a waiter’s tray as he passed by. I was going to need it. I generally got along with most of the players in the League, but there had always been something about Seattle.
Both Seattle and Soto were great about getting under my skin.
I could play nice for a night though.
If it all led me to the girl.
An hour passed, and the clinking of balls and raucous laughter filled the air as we settled into the party.
"Not surprised you're bad at this, Taylors, considering all the shots you fucked up that game," I told him with a smirk when he missed an easy shot.
He growled at me as the rest of the guys playing laughed, but someone threw another shot into his hands, and he shrugged and tossed it back without a retort.
We continued to line up shots and shit talk before the conversation inevitably turned to the bachelorette party happening in the room next door—theonlytopic I was actually interested in at the moment.
"I can’t believe the girls are getting a stripper," one of the guys whined, shaking his head incredulously. "And our boy Harley has decided it’s a bros only party tonight."
I stood up straighter, my gaze darting to the wall like it was going to open up and reveal the debauchery happening next door.
I didn’t like the idea of a stripper around Olivia. Not at all.
She’d be the obvious one to get the attention, even with the bride to be in the room. The guy would take one look at how hot she was and start bumping and grinding…or whatever it was that they did.
Laughter erupted around the table about something else, but I could only pretend to laugh along with everyone.
I had ano other dickspolicy when it came to Olivia’s golden pussy. And I might go crazy tonight if a stripper’s dick came around. I bet her cum was still smeared on her lips. They’d lean in close, and smell her perfection.
