The Prince and the Player (Prince Pact, #1)

by Nora Phoenix

“I was trying to look out for you and make sure you weren’t getting kicked off the team or losing your scholarship, but I shouldn’t have bothered. Privileged, spoiled, rich kids like you always get away with everything,” I blurted out, the words fueled by more than the alcohol. “No idea what it’s like to have actual obligations.”

*cringe* how embarrassing

“That was amazing,” he said, but he avoided looking at me. “Anytime you wanna do that again, I’m game.” I swallowed. “You can stay if you want. Luke won’t be back until Sunday evening.” He got dressed at record speed. “I can’t. Not tonight. But if you’re up for another round later this weekend, let me know.” He was out the door before I could say another word. I sagged back on the bed, my body suddenly cold. After wiping the remnants of my own cum off my stomach, I crawled under the covers, fighting against the tears.

Oh hell no

A chorus of agreement rippled through the team. I nodded, trying to channel their confidence. “We shall give them a proper thrashing, yes?” Farron snorted, the corner of his mouth twitching. “A ‘proper thrashing’? Christ, Tore, you sound like you’re inviting them to tea.” Heat crept up my neck. “I merely meant⁠—” “All right, Hawks!” Coach Gold’s booming voice silenced us as he strode into the locker room. “Gather ’round.”

Ive about had enough .....

As we filed out toward the field, Farron caught my arm. “Are we good?” How was I supposed to answer that? Considering his timing, I gave the only appropriate response. “Of course we are.” His answering grin was filled with relief. “Then let’s go make history.”

Fuck no

“So, Tore,” Linda said between bites, “Farron tells me you’re on the soccer team with him. How are you liking Hawley so far?” I swallowed a mouthful. “Oh, I’m loving it. It’s quite different from home but in the best way. Everyone’s been so welcoming, especially Farron.”

Lies

Tore was on my mind all the freaking time. It was as annoying as it was fascinating, considering how I had hated his guts mere weeks ago.

For no reason

“But it’s not that simple,” Farron continued. “I can’t flip a switch and change how I feel. This bitterness… It’s been a part of me for so long.”

Ick

I buried my face in my hands, my shoulders shaking with silent sobs. How could I have been so stupid? So selfish?

I seriously can not believe this...

I’d lost the person I loved, and I had no one to blame but myself.

Wrong. Farron is the problem… again.