It was a long week of hearing the rumor mill run wild. Apparently, it went from her wanting to sleep with other people, to Diana being pregnant with another man's baby already. I was so tired of hearing it. The fallout was amusing at the time, but now it was irritating me. No matter where I went or who I talked to, they would always round the conversation back to, "Did you hear what happened between Briggs and Diana?"
I have nothing personal against them. It was just so cliché! At first, they were the school's golden couple. High school sweethearts going to college together and dominating the school as the cheerleader and the quarterback. I'm pretty sure the college even used their picture in a promotion somewhere. The perfect power couple. Even now that they are no longer together, they are still everywhere!
The large, coffee-colored leather couch against the wall of my father's office was perfect for napping but not so good for getting any of my work done. I could feel my eyelids pull closed as exhaustion consumed me. The air conditioning kicked on once again, and I let out an audible groan as my body shivered.
"I think this will work, but we need the kid to get his head in the game. He is throwing like shit right now." Marshal, my dad's assistant coach said as he scanned the play on the board again.
A deep exhale left my parted lips and ruffled the dark brown hair that hung down to the top of my breasts. Of course, he was throwing like shit. The sweetheart of Holden University dumping him so that she could sleep around was the talk of the school. If I couldn't get away from it, I couldn't imagine how much worse it was for him.
The sound of the locker room door as it hit the wall echoed through the office, and I knew that was my signal to get lost. I jumped from the sofa and shoved my papers in my backpack before I gave my dad a kiss on the cheek. His office had two doors; the first lead from the outside right into his office, the second led from his office to the locker room. As I pushed open the door, the fresh air hit me, and I took a deep breath to rid myself of the smell of sweaty equipment that always seemed to linger in my dad's office from the team.
My dad, Spencer, hated the idea of me being around any boys on his team. It was my fault though. My high school years weren't the most innocent, but my chastity belt wasn't locked on until he walked in my room to find me on top of a boy from his last team, Cooper.
Now that was a guy I really felt sorry for. The aftermath of my father finding us in such a compromising position was not pretty, and he took it out on Cooper during practice. The poor bloke had to run extra, lift more and was always given the grunt work to lug the equipment. I'm pretty sure he quit the team after a few weeks, but I wouldn't know. After that, the only time I could leave the house was when I was forced into my own physical hell.
If I had to compare my father to anyone, it would be a drill sergeant. His punishments were normally to run me down like one of his football players or make me scrub the house until there wasn't a speck of dust left.
Unfortunately for me, that kind of 'violation of his trust' resulted in physical agony. In my defense, he wasn't supposed to be home for a few more hours.
When I got accepted to college, the last thing I expected was for him to show up and convince the board to hire him as their new head coach, especially since he still had a year left in his contract with his last University. I have no clue how he got out of that one, but he did.
My dad wasn't uptight or too strict, just clingy. He could make a helicopter parent look like a deadbeat. He had no problem with my piercings or tattoos. Hell, he even took me to get most of them; for a price of course. For example, in exchange for my belly ring, I had to get straight A's for the semester when I was sixteen. When I was 17, he let me get the swallow tattooed on my forearm in exchange for getting a job.
At 18, he no longer had a say, and I got my side piece of skulls and roses done from under my armpit to the top of my thigh.
That one he wasn't too happy with at first, but after the multiple appointments it took to get to complete it, even my dad had to admit that it looked wicked. He wasn't so innocent himself with his entire back done.
We were a good team. I was his spitting image, and no one could deny that I was his daughter.
After 'the incident,' he gave me a long talk about not being ready for me to bring another being into the world, which resulted in me rolling my eyes and then having to run suicides for an hour every day for a month in addition to him taking away my phone and car.
He was a good dad, and he did his best. It wasn't his fault that he had no one to help him raise a little girl.
Can you guess how I was conceived?
I'll give you a hint. It was the stereotypical football player and cheerleader story. Only in that one, the cheerleader got pregnant while she was still in college and then died during childbirth, leaving a little girl and a scared man all alone in the world with no one but each other.
When I was 18, I learned that my dad had been dating a woman without my knowledge; Selena Hart. When I was told that she had a son who played football, I was insanely jealous that my dad finally got the son he always wanted. I felt like my world flipped upside down, and I hadn't been ready for it. Lucky for me, Tyler was respectful of our family dynamic. While he gave my dad his blessing, he also wasn't looking for a replacement father, which meant that I got to keep him all to myself for a while... at least until they moved in with us. Tyler and I actually got on really well, almost too well. It was like we were siblings our whole lives. If it weren't for his brown eyes, we could probably pass for brother and sister. The best part was that we were only a few months apart, and it helped us get on better than if we had years between us. The knowledge that Selena was the one who created and raised Tyler made me give the big thumbs up to my dad when he told me of his plans to m
As we walked further away from campus to the row of fraternity houses, I felt the excitement build. After the party last year, I knew that I couldn't get carried away, but I would still enjoy myself. When I was on campus, there were always eyes on me. It was an unspoken rule that when a member of the staff had a child enrolled, that the rest looked out for them. Unfortunately for me, even though I was 20, it also meant that everything that I did was immediately reported to my father. Good thing that The Row was just off of the main campus and away from any staff. It didn't take long before we saw other people walking around in their costumes, all headed toward the sounds of the muffled bass and screams. The costumes around me were all the same. There were so many "sexy" professions that I never knew existed. Chloe walked next to me in her adorable and very short Alice in Wonderland dress, with her long blonde hair curled down her back. She wasn't too
The second that she walked out the backdoor of our frat house with the black fabric tied over her eyes, I couldn't take my own away. It amused me that we had the same idea, and I smiled for the first time in a few days as I let out a chuckle. Her shirt sat tight against her toned stomach, and I admired the way that she looked sexy without parading around naked like most of the other girls who came out tonight. A hard elbow jabbed into my side, and I turned with a glare as the smile fell from my face. Jones leaned over with a knowing grin and jutted his chin in the direction of the girl as she approached the bar. "One wingman coming up!" He announced before I could say anything and took off toward her. As a best friend, he was great. As a person, he was sometimes a bit too pushy and overbearing. It made me worried that he may come on too strong and scare her away. Jones was like an over-excitable puppy. It was hard to deter him away from something that
Jones dealt, and I looked down at my cards. 20. "What'll it be?" He asked her with a smirk. "Hit me." She said as she tilted her head to the side. That one card could determine a lot. I glanced over her, and my eyes were drawn to the ink on her arms. She was magnificent. I wondered if she had more that I would be able to see tonight after a few rounds. The smirk on her face made me want to curse as I realized that she had gotten the card that she wanted. As we went around the table two more people hit, but no one put their cards down. I held. Jones had 14 showing and turned over a king. "Fuck!" He shouted. "Alright, alright. Let's see them." He said with a pout. I glanced around the table, and I couldn't help but smile when I saw she had 20 as well. The others at the table had a collection of the high teens, and I quickly turned back to the bandit smiling at me. "What would you like?" She asked me, and my eyes zoomed i
I pulled my shirt on in a hurry as I moved through the crowd and into the house. The bottle in my hand sloshed around as I looked for something new to do that would get me away from the captivating green-eyed bandit in the backyard. Something about him was familiar but also dangerous. I was intrigued, and that was never a good thing. If it weren't for my mask, I probably would not have taken off my shirt. With it on, I felt like nothing could stop me. The way he held my gaze as I took off my top before he let his eyes roam my body made my entire being heat up. If that girl didn't lose her stomach on the table, I would have stripped right down to my birthday suit with the way he was making me feel as he watched me. It was invigorating. I adjusted the strap of fabric around my eyes for the millionth time that night before I made my way up the stairs to locate the bathroom. There were a few downstairs, but they were probably disgusting at this point. The walk was quick,
"Stay." The rasp in his voice sent goosebumps along my skin. The hairs on the back of my neck stood at attention. I slowly leaned back to resume my position like a skittish dog, waiting for him to kick me off of the bed. That's what most normal people would do if they found a stranger making themselves at home in their bedroom, let alone in their bed. Our arms brushed against each other as I sat back against the wall next to him. He took the controller out of my hands as the next round started. "My turn." He whispered, and my eyes traveled down to his lips before he turned his head back to the screen. I quickly picked up the bottle and took another sip to try and distract myself. At this point, the burn was no longer there, and the liquid slid down my throat easily. The warmth of his skin against my bicep made my breathing pick up slightly. After a few minutes of silence, I gave up on trying to keep my eyes securely on the screen and turned to look at him again. The
"You're telling me that you've never had blueberry cheesecake ice cream?" I asked with astonishment as I handed him the controller, and he took his turn. He shook his head slowly as he looked over at me. "It’s vanilla ice cream with swirls of blueberry and chunks of cheesecake in it. It is so good!" "That sounds awful!" He choked out through his laughter. My eyes found their way down to his lips as they pulled up and revealed his heart-stopping smile. As he reached up and brushed a stray piece of hair that had escaped from my ponytail back behind my ear, my lower lip found its way between my bottom teeth. His fingertips barely brushed my skin, but the intense heat that shot through my body had me wondering what it would feel like to have his fingers somewhere else. "Don't slam it until you try it." I stumbled out as I tried to rein myself in. "It is one of the best flavors out there, but only a few brands make it." Leaning forward, I placed the glass bottle on his nightstand. We had
I moved forward and placed my lips on his once more, dipping my tongue into his mouth only slightly before I dragged my lips across the small amount of stubble on his jaw towards his ear. His skin seemed to heat beneath my mouth as I made my way to gently pull on his earlobe. "Tonight, I just want to fuck you with no attachments," I said, and his body vibrated beneath me as he let out a growl. "Sorry, baby. I like to be the one in charge." He answered, and I could feel the wetness pool at my core from the rasp in his voice and the thought of him taking control. "Then fuck me," I demanded as I felt his hands at the bottom of my shirt before he pulled it up and over my head. "Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you." He said as he expertly unclasped my bra and threw it across the room, leaving my bare breasts to bounce slightly from their quick release. As he took my right nipple into the heat of his mouth, I resumed my pace against his hard member. A