All Chapters of Playing Pretend with the Hockey Bad Boy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

~BRIA “Oh… Marcus, my pussy is so wet for you.” My hands tremble as I watch Chloe, one of the prettiest girls on campus, throw back her head, moaning out my boyfriend's name, her legs wrapped around his waist as he slides his fingers between them and inside her revealing Hello Kitty underwear. They are about to have sex here without bothering to close the locker room door. “Be a good girl and keep quiet. Someone might hear us.” He chuckles, peppering kisses down her neck. Chloe bites her lips in such a sexy way that only girls like her can and stares at my boyfriend with a mischievous gaze. “Someone?” she says, tilting her head. “Do you mean that cow of a girlfriend?” He stops, and for a heartbeat, I think he will push her away and tell her never to call me that. The thing he does next wrecks my soul. “A cow? Comparing her to such a nice animal is bad. I always see her as a pig. A very dirty, boring pig,” he mutters and kisses her with more passion than our ten-month

~BRIA I stare at his outstretched hand, my mind racing. ​Stand here and listen to my man-whore of an ex, or follow another manwhore? ​Another wet, performative gasp from Chloe echoes across the asphalt, accompanied by the rhythm of Marcus’s Jeep rocking on its suspension. Nausea twists sharp in my gut. ​“Where’s your car?” I ask, ignoring his offered hand. ​Damon’s smile widens into a victor’s grin, like he’s just claimed the grand prize in a game only he is playing. He lets his hand fall back to his side without missing a beat. ​“Let’s go.” ​He turns and maneuvers stealthily around the back of the athletic facility, keeping to the shadows. I fall into step behind him, keeping my head low and my footsteps soft until the sounds of Marcus and Chloe finally fade into the night. ​We reach the far end of the lot, far away from the overhead lamps, where a sleek black Dodge Challenger sits parked in complete darkness. ​I pause, blinking at the muscle car. “You drive a Challenger?”