All Chapters of Sport Affair (His Dirty Little Secret) : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

~Samantha Lee~The moment my lips crashed against Tyler's again, a jolt of pure, unadulterated electricity shot through me. His mouth was demanding, his tongue a hot, possessive invader that I met with equal force.My hands, acting on their own volition, tangled in the soft, dark hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer until there wasn't a single molecule of air between us. A low groan rumbled in his chest, it vibrated straight through me and settled deep in my core. He broke the kiss just long enough to lift me effortlessly, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carried me as if I weighed nothing, his eyes locked on mine which made my stomach flutter with a nervous, thrilling energy.He lay me down on the soft bed, he hovered over me, caging me in with his strong arms, and leaned down to kiss me again, slower this time. He explored the curve of my bottom lip with his tongue, and I parted my lips for him with a sigh."You sure about this, Lee?" he murmured again

~Samantha Lee~The air in the arena was electric, it was the kind of energy that usually lit a fire straight down my spine, making every nerve ending tingle with competitive adrenaline. But today, as I watched the Cheer Chicks bounce onto the center mat in their red and white uniforms, I had some kind of mixed feelings."Deep breaths, Sam," Rachel whispered beside me, adjusting the giant red bow in her hair. "We've got this. We're sharper, cleaner, and we don't look like a pack of Pepto-Bismol bottles."I snorted, the tension breaking for a second. "Just focus on your counts, Chel, and for the love of God, don't look at Aiden while we're in the pyramid."Rachel’s cheeks flushed knowing I had caught her right there, I knew she was crushing on him.The Cheer Chicks finished their routine and everyone clapped for them. "And now, give it up for the Glitter Girls!"I met the eyes of my girls and made my way forward. The music dropped, and we hit our opening formation, the audience started

~Tyler Pierce~I couldn't believe it, the moment my team won, screams were everywhere, a dozen guys crashing into me should have crushed me, but I'd never felt lighter. We'd done it, we'd beaten Logan and his crew of arrogant assholes. The championship was ours.Hands slapped my back, knuckles rapped against my shoulder pads, and raw, triumphant shouts echoed in the enclosed space of my helmet-less head. I was grinning so hard my face ached, my lungs burning for air I couldn't seem to get between breathless laughs.But even in the middle of the celebratory pile-up, my mind had only one person.Sam.My eyes scanned the stands, searching through a blur of screaming faces and waving banners and then I found her. She was standing, her hands pressed against her mouth, but it couldn't hide the brilliant, blinding smile that lit up her entire face. Her eyes, even from this distance, were shining, I felt a hot, possessive warmth flood my chest, a feeling so potent it nearly buckled my knees.

~Samantha Lee~I went back home without seeing Tyler in school throughout the day which got me thinking if he wasn’t in school at all, I didn’t let that bother me and I made my way back to the mansion.Just as I pushed open the heavy gate, my phone buzzed and I pulled it out, a small smile touching my lips when I saw Rachel's name.Rachel: Are you coming to the frat party? You have to be there, we can’t miss the fun, you didn’t come to the last one I invited you to. I sighed, my thumb hovering over the keyboard.Me: Chel, I'm really not in the mood.She replied immediatelyRachel: Not a request, Sam. It's a mandate. You think I'm letting you mope at home while Hannah fucking Taylor parades around like she won some kind of victory? No. We're going, we're going to look hotter than God, drink their questionable punch, and make her wish she'd never crawled out of her designer cocoon. Dress up, I'll track your location and drag your ass there myself if I have to. Don't test me.A laugh es

~Samantha Lee~Mortified. That was the first word that clawed its way through the alcohol-soaked fog in my brain. No, that wasn't strong enough, I was a walking, talking, breathing vessel of pure, unadulterated humiliation. The sour, stench of my own stomach contents clung to me like a second skin, it was marinated into my hair, my clothes, and most horrifyingly, all over the front of Tyler.“Come with me,” Tyler said through gritted teeth. I felt shame, so I just had to bend my head and follow him. I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing the floor would swallow me whole.He nudged a door open with his hip and guided me into the room, I had met him the last time I got drunk at a party. Tyler kept walking until he stopped in front of the bathroom, we both stepped and without a word, he gripped the hem of his now-ruined t-shirt and pulled it over his head.And just like that, the air in the small bathroom shifted.The temperature shot up by at least twenty degrees. My brain, which had been s