All Chapters of Boys of RDA: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

"Clare?" I can't think of another red haired person who Simone could have attached herself to, but she doesn't seem Grant's type."If I knew her name I wouldn't ask you, Marissa." Grant takes another bite of his crab cake and he's lucky he stuffed his mouth before more attitude came out of it.I pop a hip. "Leave Clare alone. She's nice and I like her. She's not your type and if you sleep with her and don't call her the next day, she'll never hang out with us again.""That wasn't my plan at all, Marissa. Have a little faith."Really? It wasn't his plan at all. I bet. "What happened to Natasha?""Who?" he asks taking a bite like the clueless man he is."The girl you were texting the other night at Ryland's?" Why are men so stupid sometimes?He finishes chewing with a large swallow at the end. "Oh Tash... yeah it didn't work out."I knew it. Grant isn't a mean guy. He's not even what I'd call a player, but his ability to forget about women is legendary. Not a single girl

Finn thinks for a moment and then nods, and Trey agrees."Wait. So now the seventh movie will be the first?" Simone can't let it go.Trey groans and throws his head back placing a hand at his hairline. "We need to stop talking about this."Simone and Trey start to argue back and forth over whether she's allowed at Star Wars day. I'm still confused on why she even wants to be there.I lean back into Ryland and whisper. "Are you going to this movie day?""Yeah, I haven't been able to go since college." He pauses in thought for a minute. "Do you think you'll be able to go that long without me?"I put on my best sad face. "It will be hard, but I'll manage...somehow," I answer sarcastically."Will you really move with me when I sign to a new team? Away from your friends? I'll practice every day during the week and then travel for games."Is he trying to talk me out of it? "Sure, and who knows. Maybe you'll get an offer from an American team."He laughs, but it's humorless.

THE EGG in the center of my pan begins to sizzle more than it probably should, and I reach across the stove to decrease the heat. Of the three eggs I've cooked this morning, all three have broken yolks, but I'm hopeful this next one will make it. Ryland likes his whites cooked and his middles runny. It's an impossible combination to finagle when you possess no real cooking skills.It's been almost thirty minutes and he still isn't back like promised, but I refuse to freak out and walk over to his place to figure out why not. At least not until I cook one decent egg.Toast pops up from the toaster and I reach to a top cupboard to grab plates. The main door opens behind me and I turn almost dropping the short stack of china."What the hell, Ryland?"He stops at the entrance to the kitchen area with a grin taking up half his face. His expression isn't what freaked me out. It's the black tux he's wearing. The jacket is open revealing he's even gone as far as to put on the little bl

I miscalculated when I thought Aspen would be upset about my good news. Irate is a better word to describe the ire from my best friend."How could you do this to me, Marissa?" Aspen whines from my couch while Simone sends me sympathy looks from the chair.I pour more wine in her glass hoping another top off will calm her down. Ryland and I arrived home early this morning and caught a few hours of sleep until Aspen and Simone starting banging so loudly on my door it woke us up at Ryland's place. I started with wine. She started with hand flailing.Aspen came dressed in her typical work outfit—a pair of black pants and a yellow blouse once she took off the thick winter jacket she still wears around even in April. Simone gets away with a more laid back look now that she works at Raven Digital Arts, but she still makes an effort, even if I suspect it's for Trey's benefit more than a need to dress up every day. She's paired a dark wash jean with a baby blue button up shirt tucked in w

Fresh pasta and cheese smells waft their way from the counter where Ryland piles food on our plates. The red and white striped banners in front of Tony's Pasta Palace are so close, less than a fifteen-minute walk from our building, but we do not eat there enough.He's in jeans today and has been since we went to Vegas. His ass looks nice in the fitted dark wash denim, better than the loose workout pants or basketball shorts he wears the most. A simple grey long sleeve t-shirt stretches at his shoulders. Ryland's back side is a great view to have."What's the Internet saying about us today?" Ryland slides a plate across the countertop to where I sit, waiting to be fed.I push the side button turning my phone screen black and tuck it back in my pocket. "Nothing." His fork stops midway to his mouth. Busted. With a sigh I answer, "I'm still a gold digger you married in a drunken night in Vegas. Your latest stunt in a career of mistakes fed by wild nights and alcohol."He flinches.