PART 2 – CHAPTER 116
I dropped my bags by the door and glanced around the apartment. It wasn’t bad–ample space, sleek lines, and oversized windows showcasing the city view. Jocelyn, my agent, had done a decent job picking it out. But it didn’t feel like mine; it was just another place to crash
The only time my bed really felt like mine was when Jess was in it, wrapped around me.
“You good, honey?” Jocelyn’s southern drawl pulled me from my thoughts.
“Yeah,” I grumbled, walking around despite my father’s voice still ringing in my ears.
“You’ll regret this,” he had spat, the anger evident in his voice. “Football doesn’t last forever.” Yeah, maybe it didn’t, but I didn’t need him or his money. I was making enough on my own now, and if cutting me off was meant to teach me a lesson, he could keep dreaming. I would never turn into him; let that business turn me into him. Dragging my mother across the world.
Jocelyn walked through the apartment, her voice polished and professional as she pointed out the amenities. I wasn’t really listening.
Sure, she looked good, really–with her perfect blonde hair, plumped lips, perky tits pressed up in a practically painted dress. If I was me, before Jess, I would have fucked her right here in the kitchen, and maybe the couch and I would have
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enjoyed her overdone lips wrapped around my cock.
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But I’m not, and the more I look at Jocelyn, the more plastic and overdone she looks, and I can see the cracks in her makeup. Nothing would ever compare to Jess. Her natural blond hair sprawled on a pillow. There are no makeup stains because she hardly wore any makeup.
She sauntered closer, brushing up against me, her hand landing softly on my arm. Her fingers lingered, and I could feel her eyes on me like she was waiting for me to make a move.
“Nice place, right?” she purred, her smile sleek and suggestive.
I shifted my arm away, trying to keep my cool. “Yeah, it’s fine,” I muttered, moving toward the kitchen, putting some distance between us.
Jocelyn followed, her heels clicking on the floor as she leaned against the counter, leaning over the counter to make sure I got a view of her chest. She probably paid a lot for those, and they looked a little out of place on her skinny frame. “You’ve got that welcome dinner tonight,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “You should change. Make sure you look sharp for the team and sponsors.”
“Oh, no, honey. I’ll wait and drive you over, make sure you get there and everything. It’s my job. I’ll charge your phone for you.” She purred, and I wanted to roll my eyes but settled for
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