MasukTheo has a plan, keep his head down, win games, and land the scholarship that could change everything. There’s just one problem… his new sponsor only supports out-and-proud LGBTQ+ athletes, and Theo isn’t out. At all. On impulse, he lies. Says he’s already in a relationship. With Hunter His tattooed, sharp-tongued, rule-breaking new stepbrother. But the longer the lie lasts, the harder it is to ignore the tension between them. The smirks. The touches. The way Hunter looks at him like it’s not fake at all. It’s forbidden. It’s dangerous. And it might be the realest thing Theo’s ever felt.
Lihat lebih banyakTHEOWe almost lost. Almost… so damn close. We’d scored just one goal about three minutes left in the game. It had been a miracle. We played like shit, however based on our luck we’d ended the game with one goal against one goal of the Saints.Which was why we all sat in the locker room, looking shitty as hell. Coach pacing before us, uncertain about what to say. He looked furious, but also terribly worried.“You boys played games a month ago, you scored three to zero. Anyone wants to tell me what this absolute bullshit today was?” Coach asked, eyes glued directly to mine.I glanced around defensively, hoping someone would at least try to take the blame, but of course not. The captain always had to suffer.“We… a little rusty. We’ll do better tomorrow, I promise,” I reassured him, but a loud snort from the coach had caused me to still.“You better. Aren’t your sponsors on the signing term? Heard they’d sent the documents for you to sign. Know this—they can withdraw anytime. You need t
THEO’S POVEach time I parted my eyes, I saw Hunter and Jamal locking eyes, flirting, being touchy. It all grated down on my fucking nerves. They’d gone out as soon as we settled into the rooms, and it’s been a few minutes since they returned, both drunk, yet having conversations like they’d been best buddies for years.“Do you both mind? I’m trying to sleep here,” I groaned, the words ripping free with such animosity from my lips. Jamal seemed startled by my sudden demand, but if anything, Hunter looked pleased to have finally gotten a rise out of me. I had ignored him all through, taking on the offensive, acting like I hadn’t begged him to fuck me while he asked me to have a little self-respect. I’d acted all pissy and moody like a whiny, pathetic bitch just so he wouldn’t be the angry one, just so he would feel like shit and worry about me cutting him off.“Well, absolutely not. We do not mind. The room belongs to three, or you’d rather take this up with Coach?” Hunter asked, his v
HUNTER.It’s our game, and I pretty much feel shitty about it already. Theo and I barely said a word since last night. It’s been two days already—two whole fucking days. Theo was so fucking petty, and he was a sore loser too. Like, I refused to fuck him and he—what?—throws a tantrum by having Marcus back? Besides, what’s that man’s deal? Not that I could blame him. Theo was just so… godlike, and Marcus couldn’t get enough of him.“What’s that look on your face?” Jamal asked, scooting over to my side. The journey by drive had been four hours long, and I was almost at my wits’ end watching Theo laugh with the boys and make some stupid remarks on cheerleaders, skimpy skirts, sorority. I knew all he wanted was dick, so why bother?“I’m sorry, just didn’t sleep well. Been a tough week,” I cooed, dropping my gaze from Theo down to Jamal, who had a grin on his lips.“You both into each other?” Jamal asked fondly, so easily that I felt my insides heat up.“No, I’m not, and he’s not gay, so… t
THEO.Sudden disgust pooled in my belly as soon as I recalled all that had happened last night. I groaned, rubbing my palms over my face, my heart slamming hard, my head throbbing heavily. Fuck. I felt like roadkill. I’d never drunk that much. I always wanted to stay in shape for hockey games and all. This? Bullshit.Besides that, what the hell was wrong with Hunter? He’d been raging about how he wanted to fuck me or I fuck him… we don’t know the dynamic yet, and the one time I literally throw my ass to him, he’ll pull some sophisticated shit like that? How the fuck would I face him now? I feel like a fucking whore. Fuck.The doorbell rang, drawing me out of my thoughts. I crunched up my nose in further disgust. I wasn’t exactly expecting anyone anymore. I checked my phone—it was a Saturday night. We leave for the game tomorrow. Another dread filled my belly, tying it in knots as I tried shoving it away.The doorbell rang again. And then again. Until I felt so irritated I shot to my f






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