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“Yeah, I will see you then.”

He looked like he wanted to say more but he didn’t. With a sad smile, he departed.

 

 

 

“You sure you want to go with me? I mean he’s my brother and all so I have to give some familial support, but you, you don’t have to do this and torture yourself. You don’t owe him anything.”

I’m already dressed and set to go, wearing Carter’s jersey. FUCK!

“Lindsey’s got a point, doll, I don’t know about you going.” Trista gave me a sad smile.

“It’ll be fine, you guys. I have you two for a buffer. Now, let’s get moving, shall we?”

So we drove to The Home Depot Center, the home field of the L.A. Galaxy. Truth be told, I really wanted to see Carter play. Even if he was such a jerk before, I wanted to see his dreams come to life before his eyes.

And I did see it. When he got on the field, he immediately sought where we were seated, in the reserved seats section, and his face broke out in a massive smile when he found me. I almost smiled back.

But when the game started, all three of us were cheering him on. All this nice fun died when Lindsey looked over to the general admission seating and her eyes landed on Cooper. With him, was Brody, Amanda, Cece and the three nameless
biatches
along with like fifty people from school right beside our reserved sideline seats.

I wanted to rip Cece and Amanda’s heads off when they stood up and started hollering. Their large boobs jumping along with them.

“Stupid skank-a-bitch,” Lindsey muttered under her breath.

My sentiments exactly!

They definitely popped our damn bubble.

I was relieved when the game was almost over but I was on the edge of my seat since the game was tied. All three of us stood up when Carter had the damn ball and started
The Roulette
move towards the other side of the field. I knew then that he was going to do the Overhead Bicycle Kick and hoped to God that he would fucking get it in past the goalie. My breathing stopped when I saw him do the difficult move with quick agility and went for the shot. Everything went in slow motion for me. That is… until the black and white ball went inside the goal and move past the head of the goal keeper making them win the game. The stadium went ballistic and Carter took his shirt off and waved it in the air. It bared his hot banging six-pack for everyone to see. He laughed when people started to chant his name.

When he stopped and looked at me, he bunched up his hand, tapped over his heart twice and pointed at me; I thought I was going to melt in a puddle.

Oh, fuck.

“Shit,” both Lindsey and Trista muttered.

He gave me a beautiful smile before he threw his shirt in the air and aimed it towards the screaming fans.

The crowd went wild.

Carter Mason was now official.

After the game, Trista, Lindsey and I left and went to check in at The Chateau Marmont. I suppose this hotel was now our place to stay when we’re in L.A. We simply loved it here.

Carter and the boys rented out a house in Malibu for the after-party. Of course, both Tris and Linds didn’t agree that I should go, but I wanted to.

“I don’t know, Em. Carter still wants you after what he did. What if he tries something with you tonight? Will you be able to resist him?” Trista threw me a question that I couldn’t answer.

Since we would be partying with the Cece and Amanda, I had carefully chosen my outfit. This is the first time in three months, since the boathouse incident, that I’ve been to a party.

I wanted to stand out tonight. And the best way I could go about that was to let my eyes stand out and let my super nice assets (thanks to Ben and Liston’s dedication) stand the hell out. I chose a tight-fitted dress that matched my eyes along with some spanking hot designer nude rivet pumps. My long blonde hair hung loose and I teased it to look like tousled beach hair. The tight dress made my C-cups pronounced with ample cleavage. The back of the dress had a big U-shaped that stopped right above where my butt starts.

Yes, tonight, I plan to rock it with a lot of hot pizzazz.

“The best
kind of revenge is to let him see how strong and beautiful you are, with or without him.”

-
Emma Anderson

 

30

 

When the girls finally saw me, Lindsey and Trista whistled.

“You know, if I was a lesbian, I’d be humping you,” Trista declared. Linds and I both laughed.

“Come on, ladies. Let’s go find Trista someone to hump on with a peen- peen.” Lindsey then opened the door to let us out.

Lindsey loves the word peen. Not penis, cock, prick or whatever, but peen-peen. She was definitely priceless.

Once we got to the party, Carter immediately sought me out like a horny teenager. “Em, you’re doing a good job torturing me. I want to hide you from the gawking eyes of all the guys here. But fuck, you look hot as hell.”

Yeah, you can gawk some more if you want. Just gawk, but nothing more.

“You played well tonight. Congratulations.” I avoided his eyes while I took a sip of my mai tai and looked around the throng of people.

Lindsey was in one corner having an argument with Cooper while Brody watched from afar. What was going on with those three? Didn’t she say that she would not date Brody and she wouldn’t date Cooper because of his fuck up in Tahoe with Cece.

My eyes darted to Trista, who was busy dancing with a guy on the dance floor, laughing. Seeing her this way made me happy. She definitely deserved more than that douchebag Harry.

But the burst of happiness suddenly left me when my eyes connected to Carter, who was still standing next to me. Carter’s eyes were devouring me but he refrained from touching.

After two hours and a half a dozen mixed drinks, Carter was still stuck to me, tagging along like my bodyguard. When guys wanted to talk or ask me to dance, Carter stepped in like a demented dog.

“Why don’t you go and celebrate? Why are you stuck to me?” I asked with annoyance.

“I am celebrating, with you.”

I rolled my eyes at that. Could he be any cheesier? I downed the rest of my mojito and spoke. “Well, I’m going to go find a guy to dance with. Laters!”

When I saw a hot blonde guy at the bar, I darted towards him. This would be a first for me, to ask a guy to dance. But with alcohol in my veins, all the restrictions came off. I tapped his shoulder and the hot blonde spun around. He smiled when he saw me.

“Will you be a dear and be my knight and shining armor tonight?” I asked and playfully bit my lip.

His green eyes lit up. “A hot, blonde bombshell asking me to dance? I am honored.”

I pulled him towards the dance floor and started to dance. The hot man leaned into my ear and whispered, “I think I’ve seen you before but I can’t remember where.”

Not that stupid magazine again.

I opened my mouth to say no but he kept on going. “Did you happen to be with Bass Cole at a club once amongst his friends? I’m Taylor and one of his best friends. I’m almost a hundred percent sure that it was you. You’ve got one of those faces that are hard to forget.”

FUCKING SHIT.

“Oh, right. Taylor.” What the hell? Why didn’t my brain recognize him? I knew I was drunk with Bass that night, but still. Taylor’s face,
now
I remember.

“Emma Anderson, right?” He even knew my last name? Shit.

“Yes, that’s right. How are you?” Taylor then pulled me off the dance floor and found a spot where we could talk.

“Aren’t you going to film with Bass next month? He’s actually here tonight in L.A. but he heads out to London tomorrow.”

Why was he telling me any of this?

Bass Cole, will I ever fucking forget you?

“Yeah, I’ll be seeing him in Greece.” Before Taylor had a chance to respond to me, Carter stepped in.

“Try another chick, bud. She’s taken.” Carter looked serious as hell.

I certainly was not taken. Carter could just shove his blasted jealousy somewhere else.

Taylor just gave him a jovial smile but stuck his knife quite nicely at Carter. “It’s not like that at all. Emma and I were just catching up since the last time I saw her a few months ago with Bass. I’m heading out to Bass’s house right now. By the way, Emma, I will be visiting the set in Greece. I’ll see you then. Take care.” Taylor then walked off, leaving me with Carter.

Bass’s house…I loved that house. I missed that stupid house.

I met Taylor once (drunk to boot), but from what I gathered from Bass, they were like brothers. They looked out for each other.

“Can we talk in private?” Carter looked at me while I contemplated his question.

I looked at Carter for a minute. Deciding if I should or not, but seeing how his mood deflated since Taylor, I obliged.

“Lead the way.”

Carter ushered me towards his bedroom with onlookers watching as he took me there.

Safe in the confines of his bedroom, I sat on a chaise lounge that overlooked the ocean.

“Thank you for coming tonight
to watch me play. It means a lot to me that you showed up.” Carter stood across from me.

“Don’t worry about it. It wasn’t a big deal.” It was and it wasn’t.

“So, you’re leaving in a month?” He asked.

I nodded. “Yes, in a month. Why?”

What he asked next surprised me. “Are you planning on being with Bass?”

Well…Bass…who knows? Bass touched something inside me and that alone made me hesitant. If I hooked up with Bass, would I come out of it sane? I doubted it. He would consume me.

“Right now? No. But will it change once I kiss him? I don’t have the answer to that, Carter.”

He then sat across from me, too close for my liking, but I didn’t move either. “Emma, thoughts of another guy touching you intimately drives me mental.”

Well, geez. Insert eye roll. “Good, at least you have the luxury of just
using
your imagination. I, on the other hand, saw it in vivid in HD and attached with the best surround sounds of moaning and groaning, but
with not one
—but with fucking
five
women. So, no, you don’t get to complain to me about your tormented thoughts of me fucking Bass.”

“Damn it, Em!” What I just spouted made him mad but it was the truth.

I should have pushed him away when his lips advanced on me, but I didn’t. There was one word to describe Carter’s kiss. Desperate.

It was like he wanted to erase all the bad things that we both did to each other. But no matter how much he could wish it to hell, it was not going to happen.

“I want you…I want to be inside you…
let me in
, Emma.”

Was it wrong that I was a wee bit tempted to say yes? Was it wrong that I got wet kissing him?

“No, Carter. You’re not just going to say sorry and slide back home like nothing happened.”

Carter’s forehead touched mine, breathing in agony. “Will you give me another shot when you get back from filming? I will change and wait for you, Em.”

“I don’t think you and I will happen again. I honestly don’t think I could handle it.”

“I will be here for you, waiting, when you get back. If you’re with Bass then, I won’t care. I will fight for you, Em. I won’t stop until you’re mine again. As much as you wish it, you and I are never going to be over…even if you wanted it to be.”

His words hung in the air.

I looked back at the man who I’d loved before and broke my heart. When my eyes met his, his sincerity and tenacity showed
through the darken depths…and in that moment I had an inkling that what he said might be true.

But that would be my choice.

If I choose to believe it or not.

“The secret of success is learning how
to use pain and pleasure instead of having pain and pleasure use you. If you do that, you’re in control of your life. If you don’t, life controls you.”

 

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