SMUT WARNING || NSFW
In the midst of college life, Jade Holland discovers her father's betrayal, sending her world into chaos. Determined to reclaim her power, she finds herself entangled with a star player on her father's lacrosse team, igniting a...
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Jade
The night dragged on, a blur of speeches, applause, and a constant hum of chatter as people went on stage to thank the boosters, the sponsors, and everyone who made the season possible. I sat at the table with my parents, feeling like I was in a parallel universe, trying to keep my composure. I couldn't believe Garrison knew. It hadn't gone as badly as I'd imagined. I had thought he would freak out, but somehow, I managed to calm him down enough. Hopefully, things wouldn't be completely ruined when we talked again later.
As I stared at the half-empty plate in front of me, my mom was deep in conversation with a woman seated at the next table over, and my dad was absorbed in a discussion on the other side of the room. It was just me in my little bubble, quietly eating my food, sipping my Prosecco, and trying to push everything else out of my mind.
It wasn't until my mom leaned over to me that I broke from my thoughts.
"So, honey, how's the start of the semester going?" she asked, her tone light.
I looked up at her and smiled, trying to keep it casual. "Yeah, everything's great. How are you?"
She smiled back, that kind of smile that made me think she knew more than she let on. "I'm good, honey," she replied, but then her voice softened just a touch. "Are there any boys in your life? Seeing anybody?"
I almost choked on my drink, not expecting the question at all. I couldn't help but laugh nervously. "I guess kind of... but it's really nothing right now. There's not much to tell."
She just nodded, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. "Oh, I see." Then she leaned in just slightly, her voice lower now, like she was letting me in on a secret. "You know, I see more than you think I do."
My stomach dropped at her words. "What do you mean?"
She didn't miss a beat, her eyes sparkling with that same teasing look she always had. "Does your father know?"
I felt a flush creeping up my neck, my heart thudding in my chest. I froze, not knowing how to respond. "No... I don't talk to him about that kind of stuff," I said quickly, trying to play it cool, but it didn't quite work.
She tilted her head slightly, a knowing smile still tugging at her lips. "No, I mean, does he know it's one of his players?"
My stomach dropped like I was falling into a pit. "What? No. It's not—" My words faltered as the reality of her question hit me.
She chuckled softly, almost too casually. "You know, I used to have my fair share of secret make-out sessions when I was your age. I know what it looks like when you're sneaking out of one."
My face turned red, my mind racing to process what she was saying. Was it really that obvious? And how much did she really know? "Mom," I started, my voice trembling just slightly.
