GTFO

CHAPTER SIX

DAHLIA

Giveon gave out a sigh of frustration. " One day I'll have to strangle that man."

He said more to himself, then said. " What's the issue?"

"Two newbies ..wants to introduce them to the team."

Giveon growled." And he didn't think to do that later? Fucking hell. He does know the roster spots full though?"

" Yeah, but we could do with some new talents. You already know that. Quit being an ass and come on."

Giveon shook his head. " I'll be out in a bit. Now GTFO"

Footsteps receded then.

I had straightened myself and my dress up, starting to feel the aftereffects of everything that had transpired.

The uncertainty. The 'what the fuck did I just do?'

But I didn't have time to process my thoughts when Giveon pulled me to himself and kissed me. "Don't miss me too much baby. I'll be back."

" You don't have to worry. I won't miss you." I wriggled out of his hold.

Then I checked to make sure I wasn't looking like I had been through an electric hazard.

Giveon cocked his head, in confusion. "What's that attitude?"

"Nothing. This never happened . and ... you don't have to bother ...I'm not working for you."

I can't believe I said that.

But I couldn't believe as well that I had just slept with Giveon.

What was I, a slut?

I had just today, caught Evans cheating. Fucking my cousin and how had I reacted to it?

I got out of his room and shut the door.

My heart was racing madly.

I leaned against the door, placing my hand on my chest.

Okay, I actually needed to calm down and not beat myself up.

Even if I felt a type of way towards Giveon fucking me, not that I didn't enjoy it but that it had been so sudden and rushed, I knew I couldn't excuse Evans.

He had ruined what was between us and that was it.

I owed him nothing.

Whatever I did now had nothing to do with him.

It had everything to do with me, and the consequences were mine to bear.

I slapped my forehead. To think I had said damn the consequences.

But why had I said I wouldn't work for him? Where was I going to get a job now?

I could still get one but I wanted to work for this team.

The pay was good and they were undoubtedly the best.

That helped my credibility a lot, as much as I brought value to the team and raised their image ...or one player's image rather.

A cocksucker.

I made my way home and collapsed on my bed, pulling the ash blanket lazily across my body, half wishing it could just bury me with my thoughts so I wouldn't have to overthink.

I had fucked Giveon.

Well ...not literally. But we had almost done it.

I had positioned for him.

Oh fuck no.

I turned on my bed, running my hands through my hair and then my face.

"Dahlia are you that desperate for a job?" I scolded myself.

But then I knew it had absolutely nothing to do with me wanting to work for me and more of the fact that I didn't know what came over me in his room.

One moment I was pitching myself and my skills, the next I was completely bedazzled by the hot captain.

I wasn't thinking straight anymore. He got straight into my head, and my panties.

My phone rang and I expected it to be Evans.

But I was shocked when Truecaller identified an unknown number to be Giveon.

My eyes widened and I quickly ended the call.

"No, no, no!" I screamed, flailing my legs. "Don't make me any more embarrassed than I already am."

After some good minutes, a text message popped up. "The more you run from me, the more I get stuck on you ...and that good pussy."

I pulled my hair in annoyance and embarrassment.

I was sure my cheeks were flushed red by now.

Didn't he get the memo when I left?

I sat straight and typed back, and as I did my heart thrummed with an excitement that I couldn't explain. "Don't text me again Giveon. I no longer wish to be your specialist. Besides, you have always been hostile to me. I am used to that ...I .. think it should remain that way."

I clicked send.

Then took a deep breath and fell back on my bed.

I needed to clear my head. I stood and quickly got dressed in a black brown blouse and black leather skirt, then black heels to match.

I made my hair into a ponytail, because I had pulled at it and now I looked like I had been in a hair fight, my dark blonde strands flying in all directions.

When I was done, I made my way out the house but I hadn't gone far when footsteps sounded behind me.