Devotion

ten ﾒ study session

LUCA

Today was a home game between Michigan and New York. Let's just say we whooped every inch of their ass. Michigan has a good ass team, but apparently, the team clutched through today, leaving us with a score of 3-1. Ass was beaten brutally.

Thank God that I only do this to fulfill my hobby tray because, goodness gracious, I couldn't do the pros. I don't want to do the pros. The plan is to work for the family business and continue to do sports as just a hobby.

The adrenaline of winning is a pro, and so are the women, but for the last week, groupies have been more annoying than entertaining, and it's all because of a family friend.

An old family friend. Something about Angelica is attracting me, and as much as I love our arranged academic rivalry that was formed in my sophomore year of high school, the adrenaline of the arguments has transported me somewhere else.

It's bad since her brother hates me. She hates me. Don't know if Leilani does since she's always smiling around me, but most of their family is not fond of me. All because of my last fucking name. We judge based on last names now. But I get it. Bertarelli's aren't the most popular in business. I'm 100% sure we have more rivals than allies.

As I walk to the showers with the rest of my teammates, I take off my helmet and mouth guard, licking the blood that scrapes every time I move this damn thing. I head into the locker room, get undressed from the gear, and head into the showers.

The hot water sprays against my body, and all I can think about is Angelica. She's starting to cloud my mind. She probably thinks I have a plan to destroy her academic career since I offered to host a study session between us.

As sexy as she is, I literally would not like to face the potential consequences with her hard-ass brother and father. They are very overprotective of her. In high school, there was a guy in our class—he was a major ass—Rowan cracked his jaw just for asking to go out with his little sister.

I know I'm a part of the business, but I would not love to be cracked open just for being attracted to someone's little sister. My jaw needs me. I need my jaw.

Once I'm done with the showers, I head back into the locker room to change into my clothes. Leo Brooks taps my shoulder with a towel wrapped around his waist. "So, Alpha Kappa's throwing a party. Wanna come?"

Leo Brooks, a major player and one of many on this team, runs through women like toilet paper. I could never.

Personally, I love flings. I like having one person I'm entertained by until we mutually agree that we don't want to deal with it anymore. Which is fine with me. It's been that way since I've stepped foot into New York University. I'll probably still continue when I'm done.

Older women are thirsty during the ball dances the businesses host every year as a celebration. Like, it's sick, but I mean, I fuck with wrinkles.

"Nah," I say, pulling my shirt over my head. "Study session tonight." That's all I say. Brooks immediately became intrigued, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Hookup? You never study on weekends, Bertarelli." Jeez, he's clocking like crazy. So what? I do whatever I want. Study, fuck, etc. whenever I want.

I shake my head as I fix the chain around my neck. "De Santis' sister," I say. And Brooks' smirk widens at who I'm talking about. My phone lights up, and the new notification shows Angelica's contact name. It's not saved, but I can tell.

I memorized this girl's number because her brother is fucking overprotective, and I'd love to keep my jaw. Thank you.

Brooks' nosy ass snoops through as I text her.