@A191405 This one is for you 😉
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"I'll go grab a shower and get changed," I explained as I headed for my apartment.
About half an hour later, I was knocking on his door. I didn't want to be alone tonight but perhaps being here with Kyle wasn't such a good idea either. He opened the door dressed in low-hanging sweatpants that left his V-shape and abs out on display. This man was built, I had seen it and felt it.
We sat on the couch for a few more minutes just talking about anything but what had happened tonight, before moving to the bedroom.
I was glad to see that despite sleeping in the same bed there wasn't any need to have sex. He didn't try anything and stayed on his side of the bed.
"Goodnight, Kyle," I mumbled already half asleep.
The bed shifted slightly before I felt his arm wrap around my waist. It wasn't sexual, but more of a protective gesture. I wiggled back slightly into his embrace, feeling safe and comfortable.
"Sleep tight Anya," was the last thing I heard before a dreamless sleep consumed me.
The next morning, I woke up to a few texts.
Naomi – My poodle needs to be washed.
Peter – This isn't over.
Marketa – Call me.
I gently unwrapped myself from Kyle and headed for the living room. Deciding to ignore the first two messages, I dialing Marketa's number instead.
"Well good morning sleepyhead," she teased. Looking at my watch it was already eleven, no doubt my night would have been much shorter if it wasn't for Kyle.
"Hey, what's up? Your message sounded urgent," I asked.
"I got something you want to see. So I didn't tell you this before because I knew you'd oppose to it, but I hired a PI to investigate on Naomi and boy did he deliver," she started excitedly.
"Wait you hired a private investigator to follow her around?" My eyes were wide, those people cost a fortune!
"Yeah, well Kyle did actually. I'm sorry he told me not to say anything and frankly, I shouldn't even be telling you that piece of information now either," she whined slightly panicked from her slip.
"Kyle?" I was shocked, how did he even know about this?
"I told Samuel and he told Kyle. You've been keeping your distances from each other lately so he thought it was better if you didn't know he was involved. He was more pissed than me," she continued.
"So what did he find?" I asked too eager to know to argue with her about the PI, but I'd be sure to ask for the receipt and having a conversation with Kyle later.
"Turns out miss perfect really isn't. He just sent over pictures of her smoking pot with friends," she stated. Woah, that was big! That's probably even worse than having contacts with a player. How did she expect to even pass the drug test?
"But those can be mistaken for rolling cigarettes, no?" I'd confused them myself sometimes. I remember asking my friend in college why she smoked pot only for her to laugh and tell me she wasn't.
"Well that's the best part, he also sent me a video where she's clearly hammered and talking about how she'll trick the drug test to pass," she continued laughing "She's such an idiot! If that's not enough then there is plenty more in what the guy sent me. She's been sleeping around with the assistant coach as well."

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