The Player | SPORTS ROMANCE | 18+

Chapter 11

TITUS REYES

I had tried to be as heartfelt as possible with my apology, genuinely meaning it as not calling back Sal had plagued on my mind more than a few times over the years, but it didn't seem to be received well. If the dark, angry look in Sal's eyes and the way she was clearly trying to hold herself back was anything to go.

"What is it?" I asked, scratching the back of my neck in confusion. "Did I say something wrong?"

No one answered me. Brent looked even more confused than I was, and Sal looked like she was thinking of a million ways to get away with murdering me.

"It's more what you say rather than what you did." Sal hissed under her breath, her voice sharp enough to cut me harder than a knife.

"I said I was sorry about not calling you. I should have, and I regret throwing away your note."

"I don't care that you didn't call me." She scoffed, her eyes only growing darker as she glared at me, but then she dropped her eyes. As if she couldn't stand to look at me.

I couldn't understand what was wrong. What did I do?

Why did she appear to hate me?

The last I remembered of our one night together six years ago, it was great. I enjoyed myself, and I remembered Sal enjoying herself as well. If she hadn't, then surely she wouldn't have kept reaching out for me the way she did. She wouldn't have initiated half the many rounds we went that night.

Had I misremembered that night all this time? Was I too rough? Had I hurt her?

Dread started to settle into the pit of my stomach at the thought of doing wrong by this woman. The same woman that had flitted across my mind more than a few times over the past six years. At times, I would wonder what she was doing now. If she had ever been able to gather the funds to go to college, or if she was still on her apprenticeship. I wondered if she was happy in life and doing what she loved. And I wondered if she still thought of me the way I sometimes did her.

Apparently not.

"Sal," I whispered, my voice dropping several octaves in fright. "Did I hurt you?"

"In ways that you couldn't begin to imagine." Sal spat, her glare so harsh and sharp that I couldn't help but flinch at being on the receiving end of it.

Before I could attempt to find out what I had done so I could remedy things between us, she turned on her heel and marched away from me.

"Sal! Where are you going?" Brent asked, reminding me that he was still here, sitting in the front row of the nasty exchange between Sal and I.

I faintly heard Brent ask me something, but I didn't pay him any attention. Instead, my eyes remained glued on the Sal's retreating figure as she rushed to get away from me.

Her hair was longer than I remembered, and nearly fell all the way to her waist. It was that dark brown that I loved so much, but with the addition of a few blonde highlights which made her look even more youthful and beautiful than when we met last. Her ass swayed as she angrily walked away, looking just as juicy and delectable as I remembered, and only drew attention to her curvaceous hips and the curves that decorated her body. I didn't remember her to be so curvaceous, but they only added to her beauty and only made her even more irresistible than before.

Even when she had been spitting mad at me for reasons I had yet to understand, I couldn't help but think how beautiful she was. And while the moment was completely inappropriate, I had felt my cock stir in my jeans.

It was the first time my body had reacted in that way to anyone since the accident, and it only served to throw me off course even more.

When we had first met, I knew there was something special about this woman. Six years later, I still struggled to keep myself in check around her. Even when she was piping mad at me, and no doubt wanted nothing to do with me.