Soon after, the announcer begins going through the starting lineup, so we all stand up and yell when they call Jake's name. Zack Bradford, the star quarterback, is the last to take the field, and is clearly the crowd favorite. I watch the first half of the game on the edge of my seat until Bradford runs in for an easy touchdown and gives the Wildcats' a nice lead. We all cheer wildly, and I can't help the ‘aww’ that escapes my lips, or the overwhelming jealousy, when Zack hands a football up to a pretty blonde wearing his number in the stands. Lucky, lucky woman.
During halftime one of the J named brothers buys me another beer which I graciously accept, and before I know it, the game is over with the Wildcats' winning the first one of the season after a three game losing streak. Finally!
“So um, Addison, I guess you’re gonna wanna go wait for our boy with us outside the locker room?” Jordan asks.
“Sure, sounds fun.” I just hope the ass doesn’t do something stupid to give us away.
It takes us a while to get downstairs with all of the thousands of fans pouring out of the stadium, but we finally make it through a security checkpoint. With the brothers’ names on a list, they let us wait right outside the freaking Wildcats’ locker room!
I pull my phone out from my jean pocket to snap photos and openly gawk at the incredibly hot players. I even see Zack Bradford! He barely gives Jake’s brothers a short, “Sup” before he storms past with Jake right on his heels.
“Don’t wait up for me tonight,” Jakes says, not even sparing me a glance when he fist bumps and hugs his brothers, guiding them out the door with him while I stand in the same spot, wondering what the heck just happened.
Chapter Four
Jake
“Yo, Jake,” my oldest brother, Jordan, says as we all walk across the parking lot. “What the fuck is up with that Snow White chick?”
Snow White, ha! I guess she does sort of resemble the Disney princess, except Addison is so much sexier. If only she'd cook and clean my house...
“Is our baby brother actually pussy whipped?” Josh asks with a punch to my shoulder.
“Hell no,” I immediately respond, then decide to follow it up with a lie since I do want to keep my twelve million dollar contract with the Wildcats. That means pretending she and I are a couple, even around my family. “You saw her. She’s hot as fuck naked, and as long as she keeps her mouth on my cock, I’ll keep her around.”
After that damn kiss the bitch insisted on before the game, I can’t stop thinking about her mouth, or her tongue. Ah fuck, my cock’s springing up in my jeans from just the memory. I need a drink or ten to get over that shit. I don’t want her if it means losing my contract. She’s just a bitch I have to deal with for six weeks. Nothing else.
“I need to catch up with Zack, but call or text me when you get home, all right?” I ask.
With quick goodbyes, I seek out our grumpy quarterback. Zack's in a pissy ass mood after our win, which doesn’t make sense. I can tell he needs a few drinks as much as I do.
“Zack? Hey, man, you gonna hit up the Blind Tiger?” I ask when I jog to catch up to him. “Marcus and Jon said a bunch of guys are heading over to celebrate.”
“Nah, I’m going home,” he replies, holding his car keys out like he wants to shank someone with them.
“Drown whatever's eating your ass. We fucking won! Our season is looking up and the guys all wanna buy you a round.”
“Fine,” he grumbles before sliding into his little sports car and driving away.
Zack’s already at the bar throwing a beer back when I sit down on the stool next to him. I’m actually able to make him laugh when he hears about my setup with Satan’s daughter. I don’t bother mentioning that she’s really fucking hot. But then when I ask him if I can hook up with the cute little blonde he’s using as a fake girlfriend he freaks the fuck out, getting all defensive and shit.
I don’t know what his problem is, but I’m just trying to find a loophole to get my dick wet. Since Addison knows about Holly, I need to stay the fuck away from her. That leaves…no one. No one if I don’t want Satan and Jerry to find out and can my ass.
A few hours later I am so. Fucking. Drunk. I can’t possibly try to drive the eight short miles to my house. Even shit-faced drunk I know better than most people how disastrous that stupid decision could be.
Feeling like I need to get my money’s worth out of her, I call my house phone since I don’t know her cell number, and listen to it ring. And ring. And ring some more because I don’t have an answering machine. She finally answers.
“Hello?” she huffs, sounding tired and annoyed.