Being a serious athlete doesn’t leave much downtime, let alone time for dating. Lots of my teammates haven’t had relationships. Now why on earth does this fact surprise me? It shouldn’t. “How the hell should I know? I’ve never had a girlfriend before!” His voice has risen an octave, panic across his brow. I’m no expert, but that part seems obvious. “Shouldn’t you have realized there was no chemistry after your first date?” Still, I humor the guy, raising a brow, feigning interest. That sounds like a him problem, not a Dallas problem.
He’s like a stray puppy who’s lost his way-or a pestering fly that won’t quit dive-bombing me. “And no, it hasn’t.”ĭiego follows me to the drinking fountain where I intend to fill up my water bottle. “It’s not working out.” He pulls at the waistband of his shorts and takes a look down the front. “And how’s that workin’ out for you? Your dick fall off yet?” “I said I thought we’d have tons of sex-I didn’t say we were having tons of sex.” Smack Diego on his uniform chest plate with a smirk.
I finish tying my sneakers, then rise to my full height. Honestly, I’m not banging anyone at all, so it’s not as if I have any room to talk. “Fun? Banging the same chick all the time?” I thought we’d have a ton of sex and it would be more fun.” “Why am I dating her to begin with?” He shrugs. His face is scrunched up like he didn’t understand the question. He’s keen to spill his guts about some girl he’s dating, something about breaking up with her and blah blah fucking blah I don’t have time for his bellyaching. With my foot up on the locker room bench-the one directly in front of my cubby-I glance over at my teammate Diego, who’s standing beside me, his hands poised to grab the padding around his shoulders. “I don’t mean to sound like a cynic, but why are you datin’ her to begin with?” “The best way to start a relationship is not to start one at all.” Not the best start to a fake relationship…
Ryann was perfect but there was one clincher: she was my teammates ex-girlfriend and I had recently been paid by him to dump her. The only girls I knew weren’t wifey material, and the ones who were? Might catch feelings. When my sports agent suggested that being seen in public with a respectable girl would be good for my bad reputation, I couldn’t think of a single person to help me out. I never understood why my teammates bothered with girlfriends. With too much on my plate, the very last thing on my mind was a relationship-the football draft was looming and dating got in the way.
I needed a good girl to save my bad reputation.
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