Real Players Never Lose (A Fake Relationship College Romance) (The Boys) by Micalea Smeltzer

Author:Micalea Smeltzer [Smeltzer, Micalea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-08-17T16:00:00+00:00

19

Teddy

Vanessa’s hand is warm in mine as I lead her through the off-campus house located in Frat Row. We’re celebrating our first winning game, and I’m riding high from the victory.

Something else that has me worked up is Vanessa in my shirt. She wanted to change after the game, but I refused. I like seeing my name on her too much, and the way the fabric stretches across her tits is fucking magnificent. Seriously. It makes my mouth water.

She had every right to question me this morning.

I have been avoiding seeing her in person. Texts are easy, because I don’t have to look at her, be around and feel … things. Things I’ve never felt before. Last weekend made me realize that while I’m attracted to Vanessa on a physical level, it goes much deeper than that, and it fucking terrifies me.

I’ve never really dated or had an official girlfriend. I don’t know how to do this, and I don’t know how to tell her fuck this fake-relationship, I want it to be real, because something tells me she won’t be as keen on the idea as I am.

And rejection?

That’s not something I’m used to at all.

So, for now, I have to hold my tongue. I can’t risk sending her running for the hills. Not when I do still need her to uphold her end of the bargain when it comes to my parents.

“Ugh, this music is awful,” she remarks, wrinkling her nose at the dub-step. “Who listens to this shit?”

“Frat boys,” I reply, gripping her hand tightly as bodies press against us. “Smithy!” I call out to one of the frat guys I know, and he pulls me into a one-armed hug. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much, man. Nothing much. I’ve got your zombie shit in the basement fridge. I put a Post-It on it for no one to take it, but you know how it is, so no promises it’s still there.” His gaze moves over to Vanessa at my side, looking her up and down with a gleam in his eyes I don’t like. “Who’s this fine lady?” He licks his lips like she’s some juicy morsel I’ve brought forth in offering.

“This is my girl, Vanessa.” My tone is possessive, and I don’t care in the least. Smithy and I have shared a few classes, that’s how we’ve gotten to know each other, but he’s not a good enough friend for me to think twice before decking him in the face if he keeps leering at Vanessa.

“Your girl, huh?” He eyes her, ignoring me.

“Yeah, my girl. So stop looking at her like that.”

He chuckles, finally looking at me. “You’re a possessive bastard, aren’t you? Maybe when she’s done with you, she’d like to get to know me.”

“Smithy,” I warn.

“I can speak for myself, thank you very much.” Vanessa lets go of my hand, shoving her body in front of mine so she can stare down Smithy. “Bold of you to assume I’d be interested.”

Smithy throws his head back and laughs, then wags a finger at me.

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