All Chapters of Sport Affair (His Dirty Little Secret) : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~Samantha Lee~The silence in Tyler's ridiculously expensive car was heavy, I stared out the window until we finally arrived home. The moment the engine cut out, I turned to him, my mouth finally opening, the first syllable of his name forming on my lips."Ty—"The massive front door flew open, and a supernova of blonde hair and sunshine burst onto the porch. She was dressed in a brightly colored sundress and squealed a name that wasn't mine."Tyler!"Before I could even process the interruption, she launched herself at him the second he stepped out of the car. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Tyler's face broke, and he burst into genuine, unrestrained laughter. I was shocked to see him laugh in that manner, never in the time I knew him had he laughed so carefree. He spun her around, her blonde hair fanning out like a halo, before setting her down.I stood awkwardly by the passenger door, feeling like an intruder in my own home. My carefully prepared

~Samantha Lee~His mouth was demanding and gentle all at once, every rational thought flew out of the window as I deepened the kiss. BAM. BAM. BAM.The sudden knock on the door, made my heart hammer against my ribs, I stumbled back a step, one hand flying to my swollen lips while the other instinctively yanked down the hem of my pajama shorts. Tyler, looking equally dazed and far too gorgeous with his kiss-mussed hair, smoothed down the front of his paper-thin gown."Come in," he called out, his voice a little rougher, a little deeper than usual.A nurse stepped in, "Just checking in, Mr. Pierce. How are you feeling? Any dizziness or pain?"Tyler cleared his throat, "I'm fine seriously. How's Claire? Is she up?""She won’t be up for tonight, she was busy whimpering and we gave her a sedative which is doing its job, so she'll likely be asleep for a good while longer. The doctor set her leg, and we'll be keeping her overnight for observation, just to be safe."“Can I see her?" He asked

~Samantha Lee~I checked the time on the clock on the table and I scoffed, I'd been waiting for over two hours, propped up against my pillows, pretending to read a textbook that might as well have been written in ancient Greek for all the sense it was making. Every creak of the floorboards in the hallway, every distant murmur, had my head snapping up, my heart doing a stupid little flip-flop in my chest. He said he'd be back but he wasn’t here, I tossed the book aside and swung my legs off the bed. I wasn't going to be some pathetic girl waiting by the door. I just... needed to know.I crept toward his room, putting my ear closer to his door and I heard laughter from him and Claire."Oh my God, Ty, you did not," she giggled."I swear on my playbook," Tyler's voice replied, thick with amusement. "Coach almost had a coronary. You should have seen his face, it went from beet red to this weird shade of purple."It was a stupid, harmless story they were sharing but it felt like a betrayal

~Samantha Lee~My body was alive, humming with the aftershocks of a pleasure so intense it had almost white-out my vision. Every nerve ending fizzed and popped, sensations rippling from my core to the tips of my fingers and toes. A shudder wracked my frame and then I was boneless, melting into the bed.My eyes squeezed shut and flew open which immediately slammed shut again. I couldn't look at him. The fact that I had just completely pleasured myself in front of Tyler made me want to hide my face, my flushed skin, my very existence from his gaze.Tyler moved closer and cupped my face, "Hey," he fumbled, his voice stripped of his usual cocky swagger and replaced with something soft, something... tender. "Look at me, Sam."I shook my head, my hair sticking to my damp temples. "I can't.""Yes, you can." He was insistent but not forceful. His thumb stroked along my cheekbone. "There is nothing to be shy about not with me. We're in this together, remember? Every single part of it." He lean

~Samantha Lee~I let out a long slow breath as I watched how messy my room is, I was trying to prepare for the competition, the Inter-University Athletics Championship was tomorrow.A knot of conflicting emotions twisted in my gut. Part of it was the standard pre-race jitters, I was scared my team would lose, scared I wouldn't hit my personal best, scared I'd let everyone down but a much larger part of that fear was for Tyler.I kept replaying the moment in Mr. Jordan’s office when the scholarship was mentioned. The way his entire body went rigid, his knuckles white, the sharp, hungry light that had flared in his eyes. It was more like desperation, I still couldn't wrap my head around it. His father was practically made of money. Why would a scholarship mean so much to him? Whatever the reason, it was clear that it did. The thought of him losing especially to that smug asshole Logan made my stomach clench. Logan would never let him live it down, he'd wield that victory like a weapon