“Oh, I saw. I hope you had fu—”
“That wasn’t me.”
“Fuck off, Tyler. Your fucking face was on the photos,” I snarled, surprising myself.
“I mean, yeah it was me, but I don’t know that woman.”
“Last time I check, you don’t need to know someone to fuck them.”
He growled at the other end. “All that cursing is going to get you a sore bottom.”
I stopped short right outside the entrance of my office building’s door. “What the hell did you just say to me?”
“You heard me. Look, we need to talk—”
“Talk? No, thank you. I told you once, but obviously, you’re hard of hearing so I’ll say it again. Fuck. Off!” I pulled the phone from my ear and hit the end call button before entering my building.
I made it up to my office’s floor when my phone began ringing again.
“Tyler, I told you to f—”
“Damn, he called you already? The shit broke like an hour ago.”
I pushed out a breath, my shoulders slumping at the sound of Resha’s voice. I made my way through the outer office, head hanging low, as I passed through my own office door. Shutting it behind me, I pressed my back against it.
“So, how’re we going to handle this? We could go old school and key his car, but he’s rich so he probably has some high tech security. We don’t want to end up in jail, though I would for you. You know that, right?”
I let out a laugh in spite of my mood. “And I would for you, too, Resh. But we’re not doing any of that. Besides, you’re still in Europe.”
“I can bump my flight up a couple of weeks.”
“No, you’ve got work to do and I’m fine.”
“You’re fine?”
“Yeah.” I shrugged as if she could see me. “I mean, we went on one date a—”
“And talked every day, all day via text and phone calls since that date,” Resha so rudely reminded me. “You talked to that boy more than you talked to me over the last two weeks.”
I sighed. She was right but I wouldn’t admit to anything. “It’s no big deal. Listen, I’ve got some work to do,” I stated at the same time my line beeped for another incoming call. “I’ll give you a call later on.”
I hung up with Resha to see Tyler’s name on my screen. I immediately pressed the ignore button. Then I went to my recent calls and pressed Tyler’s name and then blocked his number.
Shaking my head, I tossed my phone on my desk.
I was done with the bad boy types.
****
Two days earlier …
Tyler
“Hey, hell of a game tonight.” My coach patted me on the back as we exited the stadium.
It was another Sunday, early evening, and we’d just won our third game in a row. We were on a roll. I’d had over a hundred passing yards and one particularly beautiful spiral toss directly into Kelvin’s hands who was planted right in the end zone. It was the highlight of the game for me. But as much as I loved this game, something was missing.
“You coming out tonight?” Kelvin patted me on the back as he came up from behind me.
