Semua Bab Sidelined Hearts : An M x M Original : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Christian He is jealous. The thought is flattering enough because I have eyes, and I can see how attractive of a man Ashford is. There isn't a single person with an attraction to men that won't think he's good looking. If he wasn't such a little walking pile of shit I would appreciate it too. I give him a condescending look. "What? Are you jealous? Is that it?" I taunt without malice. Ashford's lips fold into a pout. "Yes, I am. You're mine. You shouldn't think anyone else is hot. Only me."What? My mouth opens and closes, no words coming out because I don't even know what to say to this. What do you say when a man you shouldn't even give half a fuck about lays a fucking claim on you like he owns you. This man is ten years my junior and he's saying things like this? I scoff. "You're delusional. I'm not yours. You don't own me. We're nothing to each other, Ashford." Half expecting him to be upset by my words, I'm a little surprised when his smile grows even wider. "That's w

Nate. Huh?I try to hide the way my eyes instantly squint at the man in front of me in a suspicious manner. The last thing I want to do is make Ashford Ryder uncomfortable, but like hell do I feel comfortable myself. Why? You may ask, because I know Christian. Hard as it is to believe, I have known that man for many many years. Years longer than a shit load of people, and if there is one thing I am a hundred percent sure of, it's that my friend dislikes the man standing in front of me right now. My fingers move to scratch a spot at the back of my head. It isn't like his plan to sound like he and my friend are friends isn't working well. If it was anyone else, I would have instantly believed they had buddied up already. But that is the thing. It isn't just anyone else. It's Christian freaking Thompson. The thing is, if Christian and I weren't friends already, I would also think he was the biggest douche out there. But I don't. And that's only because I understand him, and

Ashford. "So what are your plans henceforth for the team, Ashford?" Perfect. Just the question I have been waiting for. I smile the brightest I have ever smiled in my entire life at a reporter's question. In fact, not only that—I don't think I've ever willingly come to a reporter myself, instead of dodging all of their questions. By now, I would be in the toilet stall, getting my cock sucked by a beautiful eyed guy, but right now I'm doing something different. I'm taking the bull by the horns. You know how they say it; If the mountain doesn't come to Ashford, then I guess Ashford has to go to the mountain. It's not as if I'm doing something as terrible as ruining my entire career or throwing my entire life down the drain. My manager already knows about this, and he doesn't think it's that much of a bad idea. Plus, with how fantastic my play was today, it'll be the easiest thing ever to switch teams now. Although, I'm a little saddened by he fact that I'm going to have to

Ashford. There's a thin line between a crush and a stalker. And I learnt that line in Highschool quite early on. Sometimes, I couldn't tell if the people who let themselves intentionally bump into me were crushes or stalkers. Most times, I felt they leaned more into the latter. I guess now I can see why I always felt so. I take a chilly sip of my fruity punch as I watch the exchange in front of me with something akin to interest and annoyance. There are a couple of things I could be doing right now. For one, is attending the party my teammates are throwing for me for my sendforth. It's a cute little thought and I appreciate it more than anything, so I did attend it. At least a little bit. Then my favorite waiter at my favorite most discreet little gay spot just happened to send me something that caught my interest. Now will I call it fate?Maybe. What else could make him to tell me that he saw someone I know at this bar. And I believe the only reason he thinks I know thi

Ashford. I can't help but just stare at his sprawled form on the bed. All masculine and all male. How does he walk anywhere and men don't immediately drop to their feet in front of him?Christian Thompson has to be the most sinfully attractive man I've ever set my eyes on, and that's saying the least. There's nothing I wouldn't do to have this dick in my mouth. Absolutely nothing. I clear my throat and turn my face away to hide the sprouting redness, even though I know he can't see it. Yes, change him. I need to trying to get him changed. It'll be unsafe if he slept in such tight clothes while drunk. That's exactly why I'm doing this. Only why. Still, I fist my hands together and can't seem to take a single step in his direction. This might be a little much, even for me. My eyes keep zeroing to his crotch area, and even though there's zero signs of an erection, it still looks so godforsakenly attractive to me. I let out a dry cough, and muster all the energy I have left