teenager going through puberty. Maybe she should drink a little more to ease her nerves. Another fruity concoction needed, pronto!
Chapter 2
Brady was irritated when Marc asked him to take out the new guy with him to Deuces, it wasn’t that he didn’t like Michael, he actually got along with him very well and enjoyed his company. Brady was just tired of all the stories about him in the gossip magazines that portrayed him as a playboy with every girl that came up to him. None of the stories were true, paparazzi just always happened to be in the right place at the right time. He couldn’t go anywhere without being followed by someone with a camera. It came with the territory though so he couldn’t be too upset. His bank account was looking rather sizeable and he gets to play a sport for a living, he has no room to complain.
Except for the fact that there were paparazzi hounding the front of the club when they arrived, the guys were having a pretty decent night but once Michael’s friends from college came over, his night started to look a little bit better. He knew he shouldn’t be looking, but he couldn’t help himself. Jane was a bombshell. One of the sexiest women he had ever met, not even because of the blatantly come fuck-me-dress she was wearing. She had gorgeous long brown hair, a body to die for, breasts that just screamed to be touched and eyes that bore through a man’s soul. There was a certain sweetness about her with an inner sex kitten dying to come out.
When she shook his hand he nearly split in two. Her hand was soft and feminine and her eyes glittered with passion. He could not stop staring at her or let go of her hand, it was strange but he felt an immediate connection with her. He reluctantly let go of her hand once everyone got quiet and started at him.
His zipper got real tight just at the sight of Jane which was utterly embarrassing, as if he had never seen a women before. All he needed now was for some stupid paparazzi taking a picture of him and selling it to a gossip magazine with the headline, “Brady: Boozing and Boners.” Nope, he had to stop letting the gorgeous women in front of him affect him so much.
“Isn’t that right Brady?” asked Michael
Oh crap, what were they talking about? Great he was thinking about hiding his boner and wasn’t even paying attention to the conversation.
“Sorry Michael, I was so distracted by these gorgeous women, I wasn’t even paying attention.”
“That’s what I thought,” accused Michael. “You know buddy, you really need to get over your infatuation with anything with two legs and a pair of tits. These women want nothing to do with a playboy like you.”
Yup, thanks Michael. That’s all Brady needed, his own teammate spreading wrong accusations about him. Granted Michael was most likely just pulling his leg but Brady was getting pretty sick of everyone thinking he was some kind of womanizer. Thank you Hollywood media!
“Hey speak for yourself, Mikey! I might be spoken for but little Jane over here is on the prowl!” Molly exclaimed.
“ Mikey? Really? I thought we got over that nickname a long time ago and hey, last time I heard Jane, you were getting married.” Michael said.
Brady sucked in his breath, married? Well, of course, why would this extremely gorgeous woman be available, she would definitely be snatched up by some lucky bastard. She was too good to be single, but then Brady wondered if she was married, why was she in that dress drinking like a catholic school girl released from the confines of her parents for the first time?
“Yes, last time I checked I was supposed to be married, but when your fiancé fucks his co-worker it’s kind of hard to forget about that and commit your undying love for the man in front of all your friends, family and the
Chapter 2
Brady was irritated when Marc asked him to take out the new guy with him to Deuces, it wasn’t that he didn’t like Michael, he actually got along with him very well and enjoyed his company. Brady was just tired of all the stories about him in the gossip magazines that portrayed him as a playboy with every girl that came up to him. None of the stories were true, paparazzi just always happened to be in the right place at the right time. He couldn’t go anywhere without being followed by someone with a camera. It came with the territory though so he couldn’t be too upset. His bank account was looking rather sizeable and he gets to play a sport for a living, he has no room to complain.
Except for the fact that there were paparazzi hounding the front of the club when they arrived, the guys were having a pretty decent night but once Michael’s friends from college came over, his night started to look a little bit better. He knew he shouldn’t be looking, but he couldn’t help himself. Jane was a bombshell. One of the sexiest women he had ever met, not even because of the blatantly come fuck-me-dress she was wearing. She had gorgeous long brown hair, a body to die for, breasts that just screamed to be touched and eyes that bore through a man’s soul. There was a certain sweetness about her with an inner sex kitten dying to come out.
When she shook his hand he nearly split in two. Her hand was soft and feminine and her eyes glittered with passion. He could not stop staring at her or let go of her hand, it was strange but he felt an immediate connection with her. He reluctantly let go of her hand once everyone got quiet and started at him.
His zipper got real tight just at the sight of Jane which was utterly embarrassing, as if he had never seen a women before. All he needed now was for some stupid paparazzi taking a picture of him and selling it to a gossip magazine with the headline, “Brady: Boozing and Boners.” Nope, he had to stop letting the gorgeous women in front of him affect him so much.
“Isn’t that right Brady?” asked Michael
Oh crap, what were they talking about? Great he was thinking about hiding his boner and wasn’t even paying attention to the conversation.
“Sorry Michael, I was so distracted by these gorgeous women, I wasn’t even paying attention.”
“That’s what I thought,” accused Michael. “You know buddy, you really need to get over your infatuation with anything with two legs and a pair of tits. These women want nothing to do with a playboy like you.”
Yup, thanks Michael. That’s all Brady needed, his own teammate spreading wrong accusations about him. Granted Michael was most likely just pulling his leg but Brady was getting pretty sick of everyone thinking he was some kind of womanizer. Thank you Hollywood media!
“Hey speak for yourself, Mikey! I might be spoken for but little Jane over here is on the prowl!” Molly exclaimed.
“ Mikey? Really? I thought we got over that nickname a long time ago and hey, last time I heard Jane, you were getting married.” Michael said.
Brady sucked in his breath, married? Well, of course, why would this extremely gorgeous woman be available, she would definitely be snatched up by some lucky bastard. She was too good to be single, but then Brady wondered if she was married, why was she in that dress drinking like a catholic school girl released from the confines of her parents for the first time?
“Yes, last time I checked I was supposed to be married, but when your fiancé fucks his co-worker it’s kind of hard to forget about that and commit your undying love for the man in front of all your friends, family and the
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