Chapters (39)
“Damn, you’re working again? It’s Friday night. Have you slept or done anything at all since getting this internship?” she asked with a sly smile.
“Not really. I have to wake his ass up for practice every morning. And if I’m not chasing after him to make sure he doesn’t do live videos showing off his cock, then I’m following up with Coach Howard on his progress and assuring Dr. Haynes that I’m not reverse cowgirling my client.”
“That sounds like a lot of work.”
I let out a sigh. “Yeah, it is.”
“You know he takes you for granite, right?” she asked, walking to the pantry. “I mean, I heard rumors that he was about to be permanently benched this season. His senior year! Could you imagine?”
“Granted,” I replied. “He takes me for granted, and yes, I know. There’s coffee next to the peanut butter.” I kept talking as she fished around in the pantry. I didn’t understand how she had coffee so late at night. It was almost ten o’clock. Didn’t she want to sleep? “I don’t think he really believes that his position on the team is in jeopardy. So to him, I’m just the annoying girl who won’t let him have any fun.”
“Granite, that’s what I said,” Shelby replied. “I have to get ready for a shoot,” she added and then walked out of the room, calling out over her shoulder as she left, “He may be a giant douche, but he sure does have a big cock!” I rolled my eyes and smiled. Seventeen manifestation videos was the magic number to be able to find it funny that the reason the whole university knew the size of Oakley’s cock was thanks to the pictures she took in my apartment.
Despite my complaints, Oakley had actually been somewhat behaving over the past week and a half. I wasn’t exactly sure what changed, but maybe he realized that doing what he was supposed to was better than having my crazy ass around. And, bonus, he hadn’t been bothering me either. For the most part, we mutually tolerated each other. I sent him super fucking professional texts to make sure he stayed on track, and he showed up to workouts and practices just to avoid having to see me. I even got a half-assed “okay, I’m impressed” from Coach Howard.