I take a quick shower, indulging some of the guys. Once we’re out and changing our clothes, Ronan says, “Party at my place?”
“No.” I scold. “Game night, no partying.”
“Naw, come one, Captain.” Ronan throws a punch in the air. “We can kill them Newcastle losers even when we’re drunk.”
The others yell and shout, pumping their chests.
“No partying and no getting drunk on game night,” I say in a deadly tone, making them all grow silent. “Do I have to repeat myself?”
“No, Captain.” A few of the juniors answer and the others nod.
“Guess I have to settle with one pussy. Merde!” Ronan rolls his eyes. “The sacrifices I have to make for the team.”
“How is that a sacrifice?” Cole asks.
“Cole, mate, when I throw a party, I get at least two pussies and a blowjob as a thank you. Now, I’m stuck with only Chloe.”
“You’re tapping that now?” Xander unwraps his towel and shoves his feet into his boxer briefs. “I thought she had eyes for Captain.”
“He threw her off his lap last week like a bad habit.” Ronan frowns. “I don’t know why girls think I’m cool with sloppy seconds.”
“Because you are?” Cole asks.
“You fuck anything with a skirt?” Xander chimes in.
“That’s not true!
” Ronan protests.
“Mate,” Xander flings an arm over his shoulder. “How many times did you go to console a girl after she’s been rejected just to end up between her legs?”
“Hey, fou.” Ronan throws his hands around. “Sex is the best form of consolation.”
“Right.” Cole mocks. “Of course.”
It’s no use telling him that Chloe still texts me, practically begging me to meet her. He wouldn’t care and neither do I.
None of these girls stir anything in me anymore. For them, I’m just a stepping stone so they’d say they fucked King. The captain. The local star.
They’ve always been nothing, so it feels like nothing when I ignore them.
Besides, they’re not the ones who have been getting my dick hard since that night a week ago.
Maybe I really am sick.
“Yo, King,” Chris whispers from my right.
I leave the guys bickering and lean closer to Chris as I button my shirt.
“I checked with my old man and that girl’s father didn’t drop the case,” he murmurs. “We should teach her a lesson this time.”
I shake my head.
“But they will…”
“We’re only under jeopardy if she remembers and she doesn’t.”
Chris taps his foot, watching his surroundings before he hisses, “If she does, we’re done for.”