FELIX."Hey. Sorry. I didn’t know you are—""No worries. Nothing is happening." I cut in before he can finish and rise to my feet.It’s Ethan. One of the guys has an upcoming match and he must be here for practice.He slips his hands into his front pockets as his gaze switches between me and Brynn, staying longer on her than I like. He smiles as he comes forward. "Hello. I’ve never seen your face around here." I move to stand in front of Brynn, hiding her from that hungry gaze I want to punch off."She’s taken," I say in a breath, glaring down at him and he dares to look over my shoulder, trying to steal a peek. "Didn’t you hear me? Fuck off, dude.""Relax, mate. I was just saying hello to the beautiful lady." He chuckles and I step closer till our chests are almost brushing. "And I say she’s taken. Keep your eyes off before I help you do it.""Wow. I’m not looking for a fight here.""Then leave," I order and he sighs, stealing a glance over my shoulder one more time. I’ve had enough p
BRYNN.I can’t stop my cheeks from heating. Nor can I stop my lips from spreading.Really. I can’t stop smiling. Smiling? More like practically grinning. I want to stop, but I can’t help the sudden excitement that washes over me.I didn’t realize Felix could be like that. The nervousness at which he asked about my preferences for a date and taking me on one made my heart stutter in my chest. I’m pretty sure if I had lasted more seconds before him, it’d have been embarrassing because he’d have caught up on my reaction.Today was a good day. It’d be a lie to say I didn’t enjoy our time together, but I didn’t think he’d ask to go out again so soon—and officially, he asked.I shake my head, a chuckle slipping past my lips as I stride into the house."Miss Brynn?" I halt my steps, the smile slipping from my face as I turn to the guy who’s standing behind me. He stares at me weirdly for a few seconds and when I lift my brows, he lowers his head. "Your dad would like you in his office." That
FELIX.Brynn isn’t speaking to me.She’s back to ignoring me. This comes as a surprise because I thought we moved past that.I keep thinking of what I did or said wrong. Was it because I asked her on a date—one she didn’t even give me an answer to? But she didn’t seem that displeased with that question.Yet,She hasn’t responded to me in three days.All my texts are left on delivered and all my calls never go through. I thought we were having fun, but seems I was the only one who felt that way.A tired sigh leaves my parted lips and I rub a palm down my face as I stare at the text I sent her three hours ago—the outcome just the same as the numerous ones I’ve sent for the past seventy-two hours. On delivered."What’s going on with you?" I whisper to myself as my fingers punch into the screen.ME: Are you mad at me? Take my call and we can speak about it.ME: I don’t remember doing anything wrong, though. But please. Just answer my texts. Or calls.ME: You didn’t like the hangout? We can
FELIX.Brynn is in a mini dress that hikes up her thighs and is paired with boots. The fact that she looks like that coming out of where I presume to be Asher’s room is enough to make me all sorts of insane. Then Asher called her what? His Brynn?My helmet drops to the floor, the noise of it echoing around the room and I close the distance between Asher and I, "What the fuck did you just say?"He doesn’t respond instantly. He just continues to stare at me with that smug look I’m only seconds away from punching off his face. But before I can, Brynn moves closer and I watch Asher turn to her."You leaving already?" He asks, and she nods, keeping her eyes on him. "I have to get back home.""Alright, then. I’ll see you tomorrow." No, you won’t. What the fuck is happening here? My mouth twitches when Asher wraps a hand around Brynn’s shoulder, pulling her into his embrace. She doesn’t exactly hug him back, but she doesn’t fucking move either, or reject his hug. Instead, she stays there with
FELIX."You’ve been rotting on that sofa for days now. When are you going to get up?" I groan at my peace being interrupted by Lemuel’s voice. Not that it was that much of a peace with the rage that’s contained in my head."For as long as I need to," I respond without moving from the sofa. My face is turned to it as I lie down so I can’t see Lemuel, but I know he’s moved closer when his voice reaches nearer. "Are you ready to speak to me?""I have nothing to say.""There’s something obviously wrong with you. You haven’t been yourself since you came in soaked in blood five days ago." Lemuel provides. It’s been five days already? Feels like just a few hours ago, since my mind keeps replaying that moment and the actions that followed. "Felix. Please. Talk to me." He says softly and there’s a temporary pause. I almost think he gave up, then his voice comes again. "Is this about Brynn? Did something happen to her?"I don’t think anything else has the power to weigh me down like this. It’s
FELIX."I thought you weren’t going to use it." I stop staring at myself in the mirror to look at Lemuel. He’s standing by my door, his brows lifted and his lips curled in a small smirk. I look at the card that’s lying on my bed before I meet his gaze again. "Something came up.""Sure." He chuckles, letting himself in. I face the mirror as he walks to my bed and I leave half of the white undershirt buttons open before I push a hand through my hair. It falls back on my forehead and I shuffle closer to the mirror. Might look like I haven’t slept in days, but I still look so fucking salivating."Stop obsessing over yourself," Lemuel says behind me as if he can read my mind and I laugh before moving back. When I turn to him, I keep my hands in my pockets and his gaze rakes down my body. He nods, "Not bad.""As expected." I wink before moving from his front. "So I was right; it’s a girl’s problem." His voice booms across the room as I lean over the drawer to snatch my keys."I’m just confir
BRYNN.EIGHT DAYS AGO.The excitement I had felt when I stood before the mirror quickly deserts me when I turn to see Asher leaning against my door with his hands crossed to his chest and a too big of a grin on his face.A frown falls on my lips. "What are you doing here?" I ask, and he chuckles. He simply slips his hands into his pockets as he pushes himself off the door, waltzing further inside as if he owned the room. "I’ve missed how much you admire your beauty.""That doesn’t answer my question." I watch with narrowed eyes as he goes to the other corner opposite me. He presses against the edge of the single desk next to the bin. "You don’t look happy to see me."I cross my arms to my chest and lift a brow. "And that’s a surprise because? How did you even get in? I think it’s time I tell—""Calm down, Princess." I hate that voice. I hate the name he calls. And I most especially hate the taunting smirk that appears on his face as he moves from his spot, striding closer to me. "I hav
BRYNN.PRESENT."What?" Felix mouths as he stares at me with narrowed eyes and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, breaking the eye contact as I say, "He has the video. Of me and he—""Threatened you with it?" He finishes before I can and when I lift my head, I see the fury in his eyes; they’re almost turned red from anger and when I nod, he growls. "And you let him?""What?"He steps closer. "You aren’t a helpless girl, are you? You have power and influence. Why’d you let him blackmail you into something—""Are you fucking serious right now?" I speak in utter disbelief as I stare at him with wide eyes. "You think I wouldn’t fucking do something if I could—""Brynn, that’s not—"I don’t hear him. I just snap. "You have no fucking idea, do you?" My head shakes and my voice trembles along with my next words. "You have no idea what this feels like. Being trapped like this—especially with the one person I want nothing to do with. Yet I have no fucking choice because of the things he could