Biggest Player (Not Yours #2) Read Online Sara Ney

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Not Yours Series by Sara Ney
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
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“Tracy knows I’m fucking with you.” I wink.

“He’s the worst.” Margot bumps me with her hip, putting her hand out for an introduction to my friends. “It’s my fault for bringing him.”

Kendrick takes it, lingering a little too long, his massive frame looming over hers. For a brief second I think he’s going to kiss her hand.

I give him a stern glower. “Guys, this is Margot. Margot, these are my teammates—the two dipshits of the apocalypse. Kendrick and Dominic.”

“Don’t listen to anything this asshole tells you.” Dominic laughs. “Unless he tells you I have a massive dick. Then go ahead.”

“Dude.” I glower some more. “You can’t spout off, telling my date you have a massive cock.”

Kendrick agrees. “Imagine how disappointed she’ll be when she sees yours in comparison.”

They laugh.

Idiots.

“Wow. You’re like my students.”

“Students?”

Margot raises an eyebrow at us. “Yeah, this is nothing. I’ve dealt with worse than the three of you.”

“Dang. Sorry?” Dominic is nosy as fuck, and now that he has a kernel of gossip, he wants the tea.

“I’m a teacher. My daughter will be in middle school next year, so—enough said.”

His eyes bug out. “You have kids?”

“Well, no. I have one kid,” she corrects. “But sometimes having one is like having ten, especially when she has friends over.”

“Shit.” Kendrick lets out a low whistle. “Bro’s dating a mommy.”

And now the word will spread like wildfire—Kendrick will repeat the information to his agent, his agent will repeat it to a media outlet, and soon it will be in the news.

This is almost too easy.

Satisfied, I slide my arm around her waist. “Her daughter is more mature than I am.”

Beside me, she shakes her head. “That’s not even a little true. If it was, I wouldn’t be able to stand you.”

“Are you two the same age?” Dominic is rude enough to ask.

I thought you weren’t supposed to ask a woman her age, but here he is, asking Margot her age like a Neanderthal.

“No?” Margot squints. “I think he’s, what, three or four years younger?”

I can tell she’s trying to do the mental math or genuinely cannot remember our age gap and wants me to chime in. We’ve never actually discussed it; our ages were only ever shown on the Kissmet app, and we haven’t messaged one another there since we met in person.

Doesn’t matter.

This is even better tea for the media: Single mother. Older woman.

Boom, internet-troll gold.

And there goes the guilt that keeps punching me in the gut, reminding me what a fucking douchebag I’m being.

I nudge the feelings away and instead grin back at my friends, arm still around Margot, pleased as punch to be standing with her tonight.

“You guys want to come out and grab something with us?” I ask Kendrick and Dominic. They both shake their heads.

“Nah, bro. I’m hitting the gym tomorrow with my sister. She gets my ass up at five,” Kendrick says.

“Tomorrow is Saturday,” I point out, horrified at the idea of waking up at five o’clock to exercise when I’d rather be sleeping. Or fucking.

“She don’t care what day it is.”

I rack my brain. His sister is younger, in college, and if my memory serves me correctly, he is her legal guardian.

“She still living with you?”

“Yeah, when she’s not in school. Total pain in my ass.”

“Aww,” Margot chimes in. “It’s sweet, though, that you let her boss you around. I love it when younger sisters do that.”

He shrugs. “Have to be in the gym anyway, might as well get it over with.”

Dominic nods. “I stopped drinking, so I’m gonna head home.”

Kendrick smacks him. “Don’t lie, bro—you’re going home to watch Love Is Blind.”

“So?”

“So. Don’t act like an angel when you just wanna be in bed by eight.”

I understand his wanting to be home, where it’s quiet. I’m the same most nights, but usually only get that way during the season. Our season hasn’t started yet, so I can go crazy and stay out until ten! Ha.

We give one another hugs, say our goodbyes to everyone else. Darkness has arrived by the time Margot and I step outside; it’s a stark contrast to how bright it was when we arrived.

“Feel like going out?” I ask, ’cause I’m still hungry and getting hungrier by the second.

“It seems like all we do is eat when we’re together,” she says sheepishly. “When you’re not busy scheming to ruin dates, or breaking things inside my house.”

“I broke one thing! And I don’t even think it was my fault—your pipes were fucked before I even got there. Plus, I’m not a toolman.” I could go on defending myself against her accusations.

Is she going to bring this up for the rest of our lives?

Probably.

She’s a shithead.

Margot rolls her eyes but can’t hide her smile. “What did you have in mind for food? Nothing fancy, I hope. I’m dressed for flirting, not a nice steak house.”


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