Ain't Happenin' (The Ballsy Boy Series Book 2) by Shandi Boyes

Author:Shandi Boyes [Boyes, Shandi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Lorenzo

I’d give anything for the sun to pack up and move when my eyes slowly flutter open. I barely touched a drop of alcohol last night, yet my head is thumping. I guess two hours of sleep and three climaxes will do that to you. I don’t regret a single thing—except the unsigned contract glaring at me from the bedside table.

While swishing my tongue around my mouth, hoping to discover a smidge of Skylar’s lip gloss on my lips, I sit up in the bed. My brows furrow when my headcount of the people in my room reaches five. Considering I’m butt-naked, I should be able to say this is the first time I’m awoken with an audience, but unfortunately, that isn’t the case. There are final celebrations I still don’t recall even with the media running the story for the entire offseason.

After sliding in my trousers sans underwear, I join Skylar, Jonah, Willow, Elvis, and Danny at the side of my room. They’re huddled around a frame housing a large wall calendar. Some dates are scribbled out, others are marked with giant red blobs, and a handful have sad faces on them.

“What’s this?” Skylar balks when I curl my arm around her waist and press my lips to her temple. I’m aware the first rule of our contract is no feelings, but she smells too fucking good not to get cozy with her. She smells like sex and me, a combination I’m a fan of.

“This is a compromise you’ll need to agree on if you want me to become your fake girlfriend.” After ushering everyone away from the frame that looks remarkably similar to one coach uses to strategize a game, Skylar points out the dates marked with a blue pen. “Blue is the days I’m available outside of school hours. I have finals coming up, so I can’t be slacking.” When I jerk up my chin in understanding, she points to the days circled in red. “These are witching days—”

“Witching days?”

“The days you must supply her with an endless amount of chocolate, tell her she looks pretty, and allow her to use your body as a pillow for an average of three to five days a month,” Elvis answers on Skylar’s behalf.

Willow rubs Elvis’s tummy like he’s a clever puppy. “Exactly.”

After peering at Willow like she wants a taste of the pie Elvis is feeding her, Skylar devotes her attention back to the calendar. “Black are blackout days. I either have family commitments or cram sessions.” Although there a few more than I would have liked, they’re far and few between, so I’m open to compromise. “And the highlighted section at the bottom are the weeks you’ll need to keep your third leg in your pants once our contract ends.”

My brows furrow. I’m not stupid. I know what her ‘third leg’ reference means. It’s her reasoning behind the blackout I’m confused about.

When Skylar spots my confusion, she tries to ease it. “I might only be your fake

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