Sam deliberately emphasized the word 'ex-boyfriend,' dragging out every syllable.
He wanted to hit a nerve.
And the blatant disrespect struck Everett right where it hurt.
"What did you just say?!"
Everett roared, grabbing the front of Sam's jersey.
Sam glared right back, unbothered.
"I said... her ex has no right to tell me what to do!"
The tension skyrocketed. It looked like punches would be thrown at any second.
"Stop it, both of you! Everyone's watching!"
Daphne rushed over, desperately trying to pry them apart.
She felt entirely responsible for the confrontation and needed to defuse it immediately.
"Tell your ex to back off, or I'm sitting out the second half,"
Sam ordered, never breaking eye contact with Everett, treating Daphne like a subordinate.
Daphne bit her lip and looked at Everett.
Honestly... she didn't understand why he was doing this.
She was Sam's girlfriend, and he was the star player. Grabbing him a water and a towel didn't feel demeaning to her.
And even if it was, she was doing it willingly.
Pro athletes always had staff to handle this stuff.
He was an athlete; maybe he just spoke a bit harshly.
But she figured it was just because he felt comfortable with her.
Regardless, Sam was right about one thing.
This was between her and her boyfriend.
It had nothing to do with Everett.
He didn't need to act like an outraged knight in shining armor.
"Thanks for sticking up for me, Everett..."
Daphne began, offering a polite appreciation.


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