“I’m just trying to understand…” Her voice softened.
I slammed the door shut, my anger rising. Not at her, but at this entire situation. “You don’t have to understand.” I rolled my shoulders back. “That’s not your job. Yourjobis to help fix a sprained ankle. If I have any questions on that, I’ll ask. Otherwise, your opinion on how I choose to run this team isn’t needed. And as far as Krew, if you feel so strongly about him, maybe it’s his bed you should be crawling into at night.”
Her eyes flashed with hurt, and I immediately wanted to kick my own ass. I was lashing out at her because I was confused. A bit jealous and felt like everything was slipping from my control. If she knew why I was doing this, I knew what she’d do.
She’d end it.
I bent, pressing my palms to the top of my desk. “I didn’t…” I glanced up at her. “Baby, I’m sorry…I didn’t mean—”
She held her hand to halt my apology. “No need to explain. I heard you loud and clear.”
We stared at each other, the silence only lasting a few seconds before my office door flew open and Wes stepped in.
“Sorry to interrupt.” He cleared his throat.
“You didn’t. I was just leaving.” Trinity spun on her heels, bolting out of the room.
Wes closed the door behind her, and I picked up the first thing on my desk and hurled it against the wall. “Fuck!”
Wesley crossed his arms. “You’re welcome for the intervention. Half the locker room probably heard you arguing with your girlfriend.”
Falling back into my chair, I placed my hands on the top of my head, leaning back against the leather.
“You all right?” he asked.
Just peachy.
“I’m fine.”
He waited a beat. “You didn’t deny it.”
I frowned. “What?”
“I called her your girlfriend.”
I stared at him. What was I supposed to say at this point?
“Look.” He sighed. “You want to fuck around with a student, that’s your bus—”
“Stop right there.” I was up on my feet. “Don’t you ever talk about her like she’s some cheap hookup.”
His eyebrows nearly reached his hairline. “Holy shit.” He let out a strange laugh. “You’re in love with her.”
I could lie. But he was my best friend. Deep down, I knew he would have my back.
So I looked him straight in the eyes. “Yeah. I am.”
He blew out a slow breath before he eased down in the chair across from me. I sat back down in my own, the confession hovering between us.
He shook his head. “Out of all the women…”
“I know.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “It’s complicated.”
“You think?” He barked out a laugh.
His laughter faded, then he sobered. “What are y’all going to do about it?”
I answered honestly. “I have no idea.”
