Fiery Brunette

CHAPTER 2

Fiery Brunette

•••LIAM•••

I blinked twice in shock. Did that actually happen? The last time someone had rejected me was in middle school, when I was still the pimply faced kid with no swagger or charisma. Now, girls rushed for me, giggling at my silly jokes.

They didn't look me in the eyes, deliver a stinging parting shot, and leave like I was a random dude.

Moving through the crowd, I ignored the hands reaching for me, the girls calling my name. I stopped next to her, smirking.

"You walk out of every conversation, or just the one with me?"

"The ones that aren't worth my time."

Placing my hands on my chest, "Ouch. That almost hurt," I said.

"Almost?" she teased.

Running my thick, tattooed hands through wavy blonde curls, I eyed her sexy hourglass curve in next to nothing.

I felt my dick twitch. Little Westie was now semi hard, all thanks to this brunette's fiery attitude. "I'm not that easy to bruise, babe."

"Good to know. Now, if you will excuse me," she said, hurrying to make her exit. I moved, blocking her path.

She raised a brow. "You really don't know how to take no for an answer."

"You got a name?" I asked, ignoring her.

"Mia."

Squinting my eyes at her, "Not buying it, try again."

"Fine, Skylar," she replied.

Skylar, it suited her. "Well, Skylar, how about we drop this game and go somewhere else?"

"Oh, Westbrook. This isn't a game. It's me not being interested. Besides, I have better things to do."

"Why are you here then?" I asked curiously.

She gave the ginger who had been listening a look. "I got dragged."

I laughed. "Gotta love peer pressure."

"Don't get comfortable. This will never be a thing," she said, shoving me slightly to get out of her way.

She murmured something to her friend, who stared right back at me before saying "whatever" to the guy next to her and kissing him goodbye.

I had to protect my ego, when every fiber in me wanted to follow her, getting humiliated in front of my teammates, and hot chicks wouldn't be a good look.

Pulling out my phone, I dialed my cousin Chase, who picked up on the third ring, to let him know I was leaving.

"Where the fuck are you?" I asked.

"Chill, bro, who pissed in your drink?"

"Meet me outside in five or be ready, man, to order a Lyft."

"Dude, we just got here!" he exclaimed. "I'm literally in bed, butt naked, knees up, about to get drilled by a hot stud."

"Can you keep those details to yourself?" I heard someone murmuring in the background.

"Mmmm, leave without me then. I gotta have a taste of this. My new pal here said he will drop me off," he replied, moaning into the phone.

The horny traits sure do run in our family, or sex positive, the term Chase prefers.

Ending the call, I walked to my black Mercedes. Pretending I didn't see the questioning gazes aimed at me, I slammed the door shut. I had never been this frustrated.

Usually, all it took was a flash of my smile, a few charming lines, and their panties would drop faster than you could say "watermelon."

Today, I had been benched by Skylar, whose name was now stuck in my mind. Speeding off, I was sure of one thing about myself, I didn't know how to give up.