Todos os capítulos de Sport Affair (His Dirty Little Secret) : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

~Samantha Lee~One second, I was scanning the crowd for Logan, my boyfriend wondering if he was at the party and the next my world crumbled as I watched his lips pressed against Hannah Taylor, the queen bee cheerleader of Cheer Chicks, the same girl who'd tried to make my freshman year a living hell.My breath hitched. Hannah Taylor, seriously? How could he do this to me? “Well done Logan,” I said and clapped my hands while Logan’s eyes widened in shock. "Sam!" Logan's voice cut through as he pulled away from Hannah, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand like he was trying to erase the evidence. Too late, buddy.I didn't say a word, just turned on my heel and walked. I could feel his gaze burning into my back, hear him calling my name, but I didn't even glance over my shoulder. Let him call and choke on it.As I stomped out of the main party hall and onto the slightly less chaotic outdoor patio of the frat house, Rachel, my best friend and the only sane person I knew, was alrea

~Samantha Lee~The entire concept of 'happily ever after' had always felt like a cruel joke in our household. My mom, bless her chaotic heart, had pretty much sworn off men after my Chinese dad decided he preferred a Buddhist monastery in Tibet to our suburban chaos. For years, her frustration, her unfulfilled longing dripped onto me. Every every messy room, every slightly-too-short skirt was an indictment of my character, an extension of her own personal disappointments. So, when she dropped the bombshell that she was not only dating someone but was getting married, I nearly died. I tugged at the hem of my mini-dress, the fabric clinging in all the wrong places. My phone lay on my bed, vibrating with Logan's contact name, but he wasn't picking up. Typical! He was probably already at the pre-game party with his frat brothers, surrounded by sweaty bodies and cheap beer, completely oblivious to the fact that his girlfriend was trying to coordinate a grand entrance."Still trying to tra

~Samantha Lee~The ceiling in my new bedroom was a vast, unforgiving white. I'd counted 1,472 imaginary sheep, named every state capital alphabetically, and mentally replayed the final three seconds of last season's championship game at least fifty times. Still, sleep was a luxury I apparently no longer deserved.My sheets were twisted around my legs, damp with a cold sweat that had nothing to do with the temperature. Every time I closed my eyes, the scene replayed in my head, how my mother’s hand tucked into the arm of a smiling Mr. Pierce, and just behind them was his son.Tyler! Fucking! Pierce.My arch-nemesis and now, thanks to a whirlwind romance that apparently blossomed over what? Charity galas? He was my stepbrother.The thought of it sends a shiver down my spine and it’s not in any good way.How could my mom do this? Of all the single, eligible men in this city, she had to fall for the father of the one person who could make my blood boil just by breathing in my general dire

~Samantha Lee~The groan that escaped my lips was pure, unadulterated misery. My bag packed to the point of spontaneous combustion, scraped against the concrete path with a sound like a dying animal.My phone buzzed in my pocket for the tenth time. It was Mom again. “Tyler's on his way! So excited to have my girl home!”I don't understand her. It's like she's living in a completely different reality, one where Tyler Pierce isn't the bane of my existence. In her world, he's just Ken to her Barbie, the perfect addition to our newly blended family. In my world, he's the reason I have to read ten times harder to prove to the whole school that I was better than him.After her call last night, where she'd chirped about Tyler being a "godsend" for picking me up, I'd forced myself to text him.“Mom said you're picking me up. Just wait at the main gate, I'll walk out” I texted“Hostel is closer. No problem for me to drive in.” He replied “The gate. I'll see you there.”I'd thought I was being

~Samantha Lee~We all stood in Mr. Jordan’s office, I was scared hoping he wasn’t going to stop us from the upcoming competition, I shouldn’t have let Hannah get to me, I had forgotten all I had was at stake when I decided to fight with her. Mr. Jordan, sat at his desk cluttered with trophies and intimidatingly neat stacks of paper. His face held disappointment and fury, he stared at each of us in turn, his gaze lingering on Logan and Tyler like he was mentally calculating the property damage."I have coached at this university for twenty-two years," he began, "In all that time, I have never! Never had to break up a fistfight between members of the school two hockey teams, in the middle of the damn training facility, no less. Do any of you have an inkling of how monumentally stupid you look right now?"Silence. Even Hannah had the sense to keep her perfectly glossed mouth shut.My own throat was tight as I played everything that happened in my head once again. "It wasn't their faul