Avoiding The End || ✓ [#1] FIUFAMNEXTGEN

O4

Chapter O4 || Deal

;a good plan today is better than a great plan tomorrow

The fury I have under my feet as I storm my way towards the locker room is a new level for me. Never in my life have I ever been this angry, annoyed, or humiliated!

I sat through the rest of the game with people gawking at me, looking and whispering to their friends, and genuinely not minding their own damn business.

Stella and Maisie seem to think Micah's little stunt was cute. I thoroughly hated it.

A big, burly looking guy stands outside the door, blocking my way into the room so I can unleash my built up wrath on the QB.

"Sorry, little lady, players and coaches only." he stands straighter. "You'll have to wait outside."

I fold my arms over my chest and stare up at the body guard like he's not twice my size and could easily pick me up and throw my ass across the field with one hand.

"I need to get in there, it's an emergency."

His back goes up, his bald head shining under the light fixture. "Sorry, sweetheart, not happening."

I grunt and drop my arms.

If he won't willingly let me in, I'll force my way in.

I fake turning around and when he drops his guard, I bolt past him and push open the heavy, metal door, the massive man hot on my heels.

All around me are men - naked, semi naked, showering, gloomy looking, football players - all freezing when their eyes land on me.

But I'm a woman on a mission with one man on my mind.

Micah stands in the back corner in front of his locker, shirtless with his tight pants still on. Pads removed and now all I can see is tanned, taut skin, scattering of black ink, abs on abs, and thick corded arms.

He's gorgeous.

Blue eyes are trained on his friends as they talk in hushed tones.

It doesn't look good, and my assumptions are because they just lost their first game, to a team who's already doing poorly in the league.

That doesn't look good, and everyone in the locker room is clearly bothered by the loss.

"Simmons." I growl when I approach him.

His neck snaps in the direction of my voice, and even though he's probably bummed about the game, he smiles.

Oh this is going to be so much fun.

He probably thinks I'm going to swoon all over him, be so happy that he acknowledged me. Wrong, I plan on wiping that smug look off his stupidly pretty face.