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Before I’m in the locker room, I hear Coach shouting. But his words don’t register for a few seconds. “How the fuck could the two of you be so careless? A fucking recording?”
That’s his complaint? Not that I fucked his daughter or that it happened in his office, but that there’s footage of it? He’s as unhinged as his daughter, who is standing silent, arms folded over her chest, with an expression on her face that says she doesn’t give a damn what his opinion is.
Coach throws his hands in the air, cursing as he paces around. The door opens and Topher steps into the locker room but Coach yells for him to leave. He gives us all a concerned look then backs out.Yeah. I’m with you, buddy. Please take me with you.
“Morgan, how could you let this happened?” Coach directs his fury at her. “Why the fuck would you let a sex tape of my player get sent to the entire fucking school? You know it doesn’t stop here, right? It’ll be everywhere—including social media, where every single scout can find it.”
Um. What. The. Fuck. So, this is her fault it’s out there, and my guess is it was her recording to begin with, but is he really blaming her and more worried about a damn scout seeing it than the fact that his daughter isinit? I don’t care who sees it now. The worst, I figured, would be my coach—her father—but apparently, the optics of the video’s existence is more of an issue than me defiling his little girl on his office desk.
Her response. “Guess he’ll have to pivot to a new career.” She glances at me. “He might have a chance as a stripper. He does have some good moves.”
Oh my God. Will the fucking floor open up and swallow me, please?
“Shut your mouth, Morgan.” Stopping in front of her, he points a finger in her face. “This is your fault. I’ve seen you flash your ass in front of him plenty enough. And good job. You did it—you got his attention. But don’t let it interfere with what matters.” Coach waves his arm around before moving his finger back in her face. “This game is important and so is he. If you want to fuck him, go ahead. Take good care of him. Keep him happy. Suck his dick as much as you want. But don’t ruin his future, not when he could get a piece of ass from any bimbo at this place. And I’m certain there are plenty who would spread their legs for him in a heartbeat just like you did. But they’d be discreet about it instead of letting the entire damn academy watch them get nailed like a cheap whore.”
“That’s enough. It’s not just on her.” Why am I defending her? Maybe because for the first time in forever I see actual hurt on her face. “If you want to yell some more, direct it at me.”
He actually seems shocked that I’d defend her. Shit. I’m shocked too. But I can’t watch it anymore. “No, Crawford. I know how manipulative females can be. Particularly this one.” He flicks a finger at his daughter. “I’m married to her mother.”
“I said that’s enough.” Her eyes snap to mine, and it looks like she might cry. Morgan doesn’t cry. She doesn’t show weakness. And she won’t break.
“It’s fine, Dad. I’ll be a good little whore and keep him happy.” She saunters out of the locker room, but even if her body language exudes confidence, I know she’s covering the hurt. I feel it for her.
“I mean it, Cade. You two have all the fun you want, but don’t let her wreck your future. You will regret it. I promise you that. You’ll end up with a useless son who can’t play ball and a mini version of the girl you just wanted a nut from.” He walks past me and slaps my shoulder. “Don’t forget to wrap it up.”
I’m in an alternate universe. It’s the only thing that makes sense because Morgan is upset, and her dad is talking about her like she’s a pocket pussy I can pull out and fuck anytime as long as I’m careful not to get her pregnant.
In a daze, I walk out to the bus. Avoiding every person who tries to speak to me, I climb on and make my way to the very back seat in an attempt to process what just happened. Minutes later, when the rest of the team starts climbing on the bus, I’m no closer to figuring it out. Neil takes a seat next to me. “Are you good?”
“Ask me tomorrow.” Because today is off the rails and only getting worse.
But when I hear commotion at the front of the bus and look up to see Morgan speaking with her dad, I know this isn’t going to end well.
25
MORGAN
“The girls have their own bus, Morgan.” Dad tries to keep his voice down but fails as several of the guys seated on the bus watch us.
“But how can I take care of Cade, as you requested, if I’m not on the bus with him?” I shove past him and make my way to the back where I see him seated by the window. Neil looks like he’s about to pass out as I ask him sweetly as I can manage, “Do you mind switching seats with me?”
“Ye— I mean no,” he stutters and clumsily stands to move two rows in front of us.
“What are you doing, Morgan?” Cade asks, and his concerned tone pisses me off more than the question.
“Like I told my dad”—I reach over in his lap and grab his dick—“how can I take care of you if I’m on the other bus?”
He remains tense for a minute before he asks, “Why did you do it?”
“Oh, I’m just so, so sorry for ruining your life with our home movie.”
He leans towards me. “I don’t care who sees it. What I want to know is why would you want that video out there?”
I release him and sit against the seat back, grabbing a compact out of my bag. Once I’m staring back at my reflection, I get more pissed off as I nonchalantly rub my fingers under my eyes. I hadn’t cried. But I’d come close. Close enough to where my makeup smudged. I can’t get that close again. But I’d never imagined my dad would react like he did. I knew he’d be pissed. But he was mad about thevideo. He was upset thatCademight get played or burned. Both of which I plan to do.
“Do you want me off the team so bad that you’d sacrifice yourself to do it?”
A laugh escapes my mouth as I snap the compact closed and shove it back in my bag. I reach under my skirt and shimmy in the seat as I remove my boy shorts. To my left, I spot Lenny watching me. So I look over to him, give him a wink, and shove them in my bag before dropping it on the floor.
