[18+] ENEMIES TO LOVERS SPORTS ROMANCE.
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Hannah Walker doesn't trust anyone, especially men.
They're manipulative and toxic - her lousy ex taught her that lesson well.
Enter Tristan Beckett, the embodiment of everything she despises. He's arr...
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B: We could always get married. Who needs men anyway?
I couldn't help but laugh as I leaned forward, typing out my reply while the class slowly filled up around me. I had a bit of time to kill, so while everyone chattered and laughed around me, I kept chatting with Bailey, ignoring the rising noise level as I hit send.
H: Lol. When we're 30, maybe. I'm not looking to settle down any time soon, but I agree. Men suck. That asshole's gonna regret ghosting you.
B: Maybe I was too kinky for him? He did look scared when I bought out the chains.
H: Oh my God, you still have those?
B: Of course I do. They hold a lot of good memories for me.
H: You're such a freak.
B: You know when we're married, I'm gonna use them on you.
I giggled and shook my head at her antics. Bailey's mother worked for a pretty famous lingerie and adult toy franchise as a regional manager, which meant Bailey had access to all kinds of things pertaining to sex. Her parents were also really open and encouraging, never strict or controlling. The complete opposite of my mother. Bailey had given me a vibrator for my sixteenth birthday, but my mother found it and threw it away, so she'd gotten me another one disguised as lipstick. I think I still had it in a drawer in my room at my mom's house.
What I was trying to get at is that she'd been like this our whole life. Crazy, outgoing, and unashamed.
"You're laughing? That's new. Didn't know you could do that." A familiar voice drawled.
I looked up at Fuckface and my smile dropped. My mind flashed to the other morning, to the memories of his strong body wrapped around mine. His drugging kisses and warm hands.
Shaking my head, I cleared my throat.
"Can I help you?" I asked, trying to sound indifferent.
His right hand lifted, showcasing the brown paper bag and the coffee cup he held. A small smile played on his lips, and I couldn't help but feel irritated by his smug demeanor.
"A deal's a deal, right?" he retorted, his smirk widening as I reluctantly accepted the coffee and cookies.
I looked up at him, debating whether I should thank him or not until I couldn't resist the temptation any longer; the aroma of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies was just too fucking delicious. My resistance crumbled as I immediately stuck my face in the bag, inhaling deeply, and a soft moan escaped my lips. As much as I wanted to dislike him, I couldn't deny the deliciousness of the cookies. I took a long sip of the coffee, feeling the lukewarm liquid slide down my throat. It wasn't piping hot, but I wasn't going to complain.
