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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Cora continues to snack. “Maybe you need to give it some time? It’s okay not to have all the answers—you don’t have to respond to him right away. You could take a step back, focus on other things, and see how you feel in a week or two.”

I don’t actually want to wait a week or two to see Dex, if I’m being honest. I want to see him now.

He’s fun.

Sexy.

I consider her words, though. “That’s probably a good idea. But . . . what if he thinks I’m not interested anymore?”

“If he’s worth it, he’ll understand. Communication is key, right?” She crushes the now-empty cracker bag in her hand. “Just be honest with him. Tell him you need some space and want to think things through.”

Do I want space?

“Or,” she goes on, “you could text him back and tell him you want to see him?”

My friend wiggles her eyebrows up and down.

“Should I?”

“Yeah, fuck it. You only live once. But if he pulls something like this again, he can kiss your ass goodbye.”

I pick my phone up and go back to our chat, worrying my bottom lip. Type out a reply.

Delete it.

Me:

Begging will only get you so far.

Me:

Just because you’re hot, doesn’t mean I’m going to fall for your bullshit.

I delete those too.

Me:

Fine. I’ll let you give your side of the story—but if you’re going to tell me more lies or gaslight me, I’ll go to the press myself and tell them what a Player you are. Agreed?

Dex:

Deal.

I show my response to Cora, whose mouth falls open. “Damn, you’re way braver than I am. I would have invited him to have sex with me in my car in the parking lot.”

I stand and grab my garbage, glancing around to make sure the sixth-grade science teacher hasn’t overheard her.

“You’re a terrible influence.”

And that, my friends, is how I ended up in the park with Dex.

He’s here waiting when I arrive with Wyatt in tow. It’s a park—she loves parks and can play while he and I talk. She insisted on accompanying me, and normally I’d never allow it, but she’s obviously not old enough to stay home alone and no freaking way was I taking her to Colton’s so he could keep an eye on her.

No. Freaking. Way.

He’d use it against me. I realize he’s capable of that now.

“Thanks for seeing me,” Dex says. “I know I don’t deserve it.”

“You’re right, you don’t deserve it.” I can’t resist snarkily pointing out that he’s lucky I agreed to meet him in the first place. My lips are pursed, and I’m doing my best not to look directly at him. He’s too damn good looking; it’s like staring at the sun—hot and bright and makes me want to melt.

Dex shifts uncomfortably on the bench, his usual confidence dampened by the heavy weight of this moment. “I know I messed up. But I’m here because you deserve an explanation.”

Obviously I do.

I raise an eyebrow, daring to glance at him. “An explanation? Or another excuse?”

“Shots fired.” He winces at my words, and for a brief second, I feel a pang of guilt. So briefly because I remember the sleepless night I had, the tossing and turning, how embarrassed I felt overhearing that phone call between him and his lame agent.

I steel myself, determined not to let him off the hook.

I am not here to make up with him; I’m here because he wants closure.

“I swear I’m not a piece of shit.” He leans forward, his eyes pleading with mine. “I swear I never meant to hurt you.”

I cross my arms, trying to keep my voice steady. Chin up. Strong and resilient. “Then why did you?”

He runs a hand through his tousled hair. “I’ve never dated anyone stable. When I heard you were a teacher, I didn’t know what to do with that information.”

Oh brother. “’Cause you’re so used to dating actresses and models? Boo-hoo, poor you.”

“Hey—I’m speaking my truth, could you dial down the sarcasm?”

Crap. He’s right. There’s no need for me to be a bitch. Not with my daughter on the swing set nearby, watching me like a hawk.

“Look, I know it sounds pathetic, but I’ve always been surrounded by people who thrive on chaos. Yes-men. People I pay, people who don’t care to get to know me. I went on Kissmet looking for something real but realized I couldn’t handle it.”

I raise an eyebrow. “That’s all fine and good, but how does that help me right now?”

He scrunches up his face, concentrating on his words. “It doesn’t. But it helps me understand why I allowed Trent to fuck with my head. I wasn’t prepared for something real, something stable. And I messed up because of it. I know it sounds ridiculous to say that the teacher thing and the single-mom thing scared me, but it’s true. I was intimidated by how grounded you are, how you have your life together.”


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