[18+] ENEMIES TO LOVERS SPORTS ROMANCE.
*REWRITTEN*
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Hannah Walker doesn't trust anyone, especially men.
They're manipulative and toxic - her lousy ex taught her that lesson well.
Enter Tristan Beckett, the embodiment of everything she despis...
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Hannah
B: We could always get married. Who needs men anyway?
I couldn't help but laugh as I leaned forward, typing out my reply while the class slowly filled up around me. I had a bit of time to kill, so while everyone chattered and laughed around me, I kept texting with Bailey, ignoring the rising noise level as I hit send.
H: When we're 30, maybe. I'm not looking to settle down anytime soon, but I agree. Men suck. That asshole's gonna regret ghosting you.
B: Maybe I was too kinky for him? He did look scared when I bought out the chains.
H: Oh my God, you still have those?
B: Of course I do. They hold a lot of good memories for me.
H: You're such a freak.
B: You know when we're married, I'm gonna use them on you.
I chuckled and shook my head at her antics. Bailey's mother worked for a pretty famous lingerie and adult toy franchise as a regional manager, which meant Bailey had access to all kinds of things pertaining to sex. Her parents were also really open and encouraging, never strict or controlling. The complete opposite of my mother. What I was trying to get at is that she'd been like this our whole life. Crazy, outgoing, and unashamed. The complete opposite of me.
Men had never met a woman more secure in herself, and it terrified them.
"You're laughing? That's new. Didn't know you could do that," a familiar voice drawled.
I looked up at Fuckface and my smile dropped. My mind flashed to the other morning — to the memories of his strong body wrapped around mine, his hands on parts of me that couldn't forget the warmth of his touch, no matter how much I tried.
"Can I help you?" I asked, trying to sound indifferent.
He lifted his hand, revealing the brown paper bag and coffee cup he was holding.
"A deal's a deal, right?"
I glanced around, noting the curious stares from the people nearby, including the two girls in front of me. They kept sneaking glances at him, even though they were trying to be subtle about it.
Looking back up at him, I hesitated for a moment, weighing whether I should accept the offerings. But the enticing aroma of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies proved too irresistible. My resolve crumbled, and I took the bag and cup from him. Immediately, I buried my face in the bag and inhaled deeply, a soft moan escaping my lips. As much as I wanted to resist him, I couldn't ignore the bribe — so I rationalized it as a well-deserved treat after that traumatizing morning.
Bringing a cookie to my mouth, I took a bite, and it instantly melted on my tongue. I struggled to keep a satisfied sigh from escaping. Trying to maintain a facade of indifference, I must have failed, because he chuckled, the sound settling in my lower belly.
