Chapter 178: Party - Cole

I take a slow sip of my one beer for the night, my muscles still feeling ready to strike as I look at Monet from across the room where she's shaking the ass I'm fucking tonight in Amy's crotch. She's tipsy, damn Amy somehow managed to order champagne again.

The team is under strict regulations to not leave the hotel under any circumstances, because we're leaving early in the morning and going straight back to the drawing board.

We almost lost today.

Almost.

Next time we're on that gridiron I don't want there to be any question about who the winner is.

"Damn, man, you've been having these private parties without even one invitation?" Antoine clinks his bottle against mine.

"You better not be watching my girl." I warn him, and I follow his line of sight, but find that he's not looking at Monet at all.

Instead, he's smirking, and looking at Chrystal who is propped up against the headboard laughing at Monet and Amy.

"Really?" I raise my eyebrows at him.

His smirk drops and he looks at me, "What? She's really pretty."

"She is." I agree with him, if you like the blonde blue-eyed kind of thing. "She's also very vulnerable right now."

"Damn man, I know that." He pulls a face at me. "It's not like I said I was gonna hit on her or anything."

He's saying that, but I can see the way he's looking at Chrystal, like a man who wants to ask her out. If he didn't see that video, I would have been all for it, but he did, and I have this weird kind of feeling that she needs proetcting. Maybe Monet is rubbing off on me, but I do know if that asshole did something like that to Monet, I would kill him on the spot and happily go to jail for it.

Just thinking of the word jail has me thinking of my father who might come out on parole. There is a reason I haven't replied to that email, and I haven't even told Monet because she might try and talk me out of it.

I want to see him.

I want to look him in the eye and let him tell me why he killed my mother, and in front of me at that. I want hin to know the damage that he did to me, that I now still feel like I'm losing my mind, like if I don't see or know where Monet is, it feels like reality is slipping away from me. It's all because of that day when he picked up a knife and started stabbing my mother.

The weird thing is the guilt that I'm still feeling. The guilt because I stabbed him back. I thought I was protecting my mother when I did it, when in all honesty all it did is making me even more fucked up in the head.

If I could pick up a pair of scissors as a six year old and stab my father with it, what other things am I capable of? What if one day I get so mad at Monet that I do something to hurt her?

I'd rather slit my wrists than hurt her.

So I need to see him. I need to know why, and I need to know if I'm capable of the same thing.

"I'm sneaking Monet into our room." I tell the boys, downing the last of my beer.

"No fair!" Luke tells me. "You guys live together, you'll be in the same room tomorrow night. You have to give others a chance."

I look at him in disbelief. "Amy is still staying with you, what are you even talking about?"

She still hasn't moved back home, and I definitely think she's taking advantage of the situation by playing on Coach's feelings. Luke sticks his tongue out at me like a little girl.

"Goodnight gentlemen." I salute them. "I'll see you in the morning."

Amy protests when I pull a laughing Monet away from her.

"You're such a spoilsport, Cole!" Amy says, but Monet doesn't care when I pick her up and swing her around so she's piggy-back riding me.

"Goodnight!" She blows kisses to everyone, and I should spank her for giving kisses away that belongs to me.

"You have to be quiet." I tell her when we get on the elevator and it stops on my floor, and I first stick my head out to see if the coast is clear, and luckily I find it empty. I'm sure there are plenty of guys sneaking girls in, so everyone is going to be quiet. And I'm sure Coach and the staff knows all about it, too, but we won, so they are turning a blind eye.

She giggles in my neck as I run to my room with her on my back, quickly unlocking the door and rushing inside. Monet slides from my back, and she falls on my bed, her eyes glistening from tipsiness.

"You're drunk." I grab her legs and pull on the cowboy boots.

She smiles. "I am, are you going to take advantage of me?"

I groan, knowing it's not a good idea, especially with the whole James cloud hanging over her friend.

I think of that damn video she sent me this morning, where she inserted the butt plug herself.

I get undressed and pull back the covers so she can get in, and just hold her in my arms until her eyes fall closed. I kiss her forehead gently.

I have all the time in the world to get all the rewards she owes me.