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PLAYING FOR KEEPS: MY FAKE ALL AMERICAN QB BOYFRIEND Get your filthy hands off her!
What?” I stumble backwards my back pressing against the door. “T-there m-must be a misunderstanding-I cleared my dad’s debt a few days ago-you’ve got it all w-”“No we don’t,” their leader reaches out and grabs my forearm. “Sienna, yes your piece of shit of a dad owes us more than what you did cash in.” he leans in closer, his boozy breath fanning my face. “Please don’t make us result to violence and come with us.”“N-o, no he is here sleeping…l-lets ask him if that's true,” I blurt yanking my hand from his grip before walking towards the living room.“D-dad…dad wake up,” he grumbles,” tell these guys they all got it wrong…we don’t owe them anymore.” “Mmmh,” he shifts before slumping back to sleep.“Wake up,” the leader slaps him and my dad jolts forward, bloodshot eyes wide. “You piece of shit! You owe us our money!”“I don’t owe you bastards shit!” my dad spits, swaying unsteadily, voice cracking.“You know I'm tired of playing this little game with you,” he bellows and within no
PLAYING FOR KEEPS: MY FAKE ALL AMERICAN QB BOYFRIEND #Sold
Sienna’s povJax Carter had some nerve! Anger simmered in my nerves as I walked towards the small gate towards my house. I unlock the small gate with more force than necessary.It wasn’t an emotion I felt often, and it ate away at my insides like acid. I didn’t know why I’d reacted so strongly to Jax's words. Even I wouldn't come up with any justification for that.I came to a standstill and forced a huge gulp of air down my lungs. Lashing out always sets me on edge. Even when I wasn't in the wrong, I always felt like I would snap the moment one poked my peace.“Well let me remind you, we got into this together. So if the shoe fits, wear it CinderellaThe memory of my harsh words wiped clean any calming effect my breathing had managed to soothe into my ticking bomb of a body.I had retorted in the heat of the moment. But as illogic was the deal, I had knowingly gotten myself involved with him. What if he went back on his word and asked for the money back? What if he called off the
PLAYING FOR KEEPS: MY FAKE ALL AMERICAN QB BOYFRIEND Things just heat up!
SIENNA BLAKE’S POV Switching off the audience’s voice, I get on my tiptoes and seal my mouth to his, then suck on his bottom lip before releasing it, but I don't push back, “You were amazing tonight. So here is your after-game kiss,” I mumble close to his lips that if I puckered them, I would be kissing him. His bright blue eyes glisten before his lips pull in a slight smile, “Then I am gonna need more than this,” he growls before attacking my lips in a full-blown kiss. “Carter, get a room,” a voice howls over the crowd’s voices. A frown appears between his brows, but it quickly disappears before it appeared, “Bigfoot, let's go and hit the showers.” “I will see you outside,” he pecks my lips before he lets me go and steps away. “Outside?” I pause, confused. “Yes, outside” his glistening lips pull in a smile before he mutters, “Yesmy team and I always go to celebrate a win over some drink, so I thought you would join us.” I pause “I-uh-I ca…,”“Forget it, you're joining us.” h
PLAYING FOR KEEPS: MY FAKE ALL AMERICAN QB BOYFRIEND We gotta sell the act, remember?
Sienna’s POVScarlette and I linger in my living room longer than I intend, her laughter spilling into the soft hum of background music. It feels good to catch up, to remember for a moment that I am just me and not the girl trapped in an arrangement I barely understand. I’m munching on my last cinnamon coockie when Scarlette’s phone goes off on the coffe table next to us making us turn towards it. Vaughn’s name shine brughtly in the caller's ID making my mood shift instantly. I know I shouldn't be loathing him but I cant help myself. Can I?“Hello to you too,” she excuses herself to answer and just like that the warmth of her company evaporates.“Peach, I've to leave,” she calls out walking back to the living room, “duty calls.”“N-noo, stay,” I groan slumping on my coach.“I dont have that trust fund, remember,” she jokes, “ neither do I have a rich QB salivating over me,”“Ok see yah,” she calls out and the door rattles before it slams shut.“Fuck…you…Fuck Vaughn,” I lift up my mi
PLAYING FOR KEEPS: MY FAKE ALL AMERICAN QB BOYFRIEND How did you bag a fucking QB?
Sienna's pov The sharp, relentless ringing of my phone rips me out of sleep like a sledgehammer to the skull. I groan, burying my face deeper into my pillow, willing whoever it is to just go away.The ringing stops.Bless.I sigh, shifting under the covers, trying to slip back into unconsciousness—The phone starts blaring again.I swear under my breath, fumbling blindly for it on my nightstand. The screen is too bright, the letters swimming in my still-sleepy vision. I don’t even check the caller ID before answering, voice groggy and irritated.“What?”A gruff chuckle filters through the line, and my stomach sinks.“Well, good morning to you too, princess.”Shit.I sit up instantly, pressing my fingers against my temple as my father’s slurred voice fills my ear. “So,” he drawls, dragging the word out, “I have to find out from my friends—from the newspapers, the internet—that my only daughter is out here bagging a quarterback?”I close my eyes, rubbing the bridge of my nose. Here we
PLAYING FOR KEEPS: MY FAKE ALL AMERICAN QB BOYFRIEND It's show time
Sienna Blake's povThe luminous street lights blur into a kaleidoscope of gold and crimson, their reflections dancing across asphalt like fractured stars in a liquid sky.Not missing the beautiful setting sun far in the horizon with its dazzling rays gleaming distinctively. The sharp headlights of other vehicles stab through my vision, leaving jagged streaks in their wake.My breaths rush out into shallow, deep gasps, the anxiousness simmering into my spine, sinking deeper with every damn second. The icy grip on my nerves makes the harsh blinding lights morph into an indistinct blur. My hands tremble slightly, but I force them still as I clutch my purse tighter against my thigh. “Nervous,”Jax implored, his gaze resting on my face."Would you blame me for being on edge?”I quipped before rushing out a chuckle that felt more forced than being real. “You don't have to be, I will be by your side throughout the event,” he assured me, his hand resting on where my dress's slit bared most
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