Bianca’s eyes grow bigger.“It’s such an honor to meet you, sir.I’m a huge fan.”
For some reason, I’m jealous of Clarence.I want Bianca to be a huge fan of me, not him.I want my name to be the one she’s chanting on Sunday, not Harris.
“Vinnie should bring you to practice.”
I won’t be bringing her to practice.Even bringing her here with all these cheating bastards wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had.The girl isn’t even mine, and I already don’t want anyone trying to take her from me.Maybe the hit I took yesterday in practice was harder than I thought.
“That would be amazing,” Bianca says with a smile.
“We’ll talk about it.”My voice is flat, and my hand still hasn’t left her body.
Clarence raises an eyebrow, maybe catching my vibe.
“It’s not really a place for ladies.”
“Stop being a pussy.”He smacks me again.“Bring the pretty lady with you someday.”
“The pretty lady may not want to be around a bunch of sweaty assholes.”I clench my teeth together, wishing Clarence would shut the fuck up.
Bianca smirks.“This lady would very much love to come to practice.”She turns to face Clarence.“I’ve never minded a little sweat.”She winks, and I almost die.
“We’ll talk about it,” I mumble.
She slides her arm around my waist, holding me like I’m holding her.Her fingernails bite into my side.“Honey, I’d love to see where you work,” she says with a fake smile, not moving her teeth when she speaks.
“Baby.”I flex my fingers into her soft, lush waist.
“Vinnie.”The voice makes me cringe.
Clarence’s eyes widen.“Shit’s about to get real.”
“What is this bimbo doing here?”Tracie asks, staring at Bianca like she’s nothing but trash.
“This is my girlfriend,” I say proudly.
Tracie’s eyes slice to me.“I’m your girl.”
Bianca stiffens in my arms.“Maybe I should go,” she says and tries to break free from my hold.
I shake my head, holding her tighter, not letting her leave.“Don’t move,” I tell Bianca before glaring at Tracie.“I don’t know what part of ‘We’re nothing’ you don’t seem to understand, Tracie.We are not a couple.I’m very much taken, as you can see.”
Tracie’s mouth gapes open.“We’ll see about that,” she says before she stalks off, tossing her hair over her shoulder like she’s about to throw down.
“Who is that?”Bianca asks, jutting her chin toward Tracie as she walks away in a complete tizzy.
Clarence points in Tracie’s direction and shakes his head slowly.“That’s nothing but crazy.”
“So, you have a stalker?”Bianca doesn’t seem amused.“Don’t you think that’s something you should’ve told me?”
“She’s the owner’s granddaughter.”
Bianca’s mouth forms a perfect O.“Well, that’s awkward.”
“No, that’s insanity in heels.”Clarence laughs.
“Great,” Bianca mumbles, but she doesn’t relax.“You threw me right in the path of a nutty chick?Thanks a-fucking-lot.”
“Clarence, can you give us a minute?”I ask, feeling like I need to explain all the shit that’s gone down over the last six months.
