Colby
I stepped out of the taxi and made my way towards the celebration. As I approached the location, I could see the guys having a blast through the glass door. They were laughing, chatting, and having a great time. I noticed Coach and some girls were there too, all smiles.
My eyes landed on Harry, who was sitting alone but beaming with a bright smile. I frowned, wondering what was behind that radiant grin.
I didn’t feel like joining the party just yet, so I decided to take a quick break. I walked around to the side of the building, pulled out my vape, and took a few hits.
As I stood there, vaping, a taxi suddenly pulled up beside me. The door swung open, and Sally stepped out. I was taken aback – what was she doing here?
Sally didn’t seem to notice me, too focused on entering the restaurant. I watched, narrowing my eyes, as she walked in and waved at someone inside. My gaze followed hers, and I saw Harry’s face light up with a huge grin. He waved back at her, and I rolled my eyes.
Who did Harry think he was, inviting Sally to this celebration? I felt a pang of irritation, which I quickly suppressed. Was I jealous? No, I was just annoyed. I didn’t want to admit that Sally’s presence was getting under my skin.
Taking a deep breath, I extinguished my vape and followed Sally into the restaurant. As I entered, our eyes met, and she smiled at me.
I looked away, not wanting to acknowledge Sally’s smile. I sat down facing her, my expression stern and unyielding. I also gave her a cold, hard stare, the kind that would make anyone feel uncomfortable.
Sally’s smile faltered, and her eyes dropped. But then she looked at Harry again, and her face lit up with a bright smile. Harry was grinning at her, and they started communicating in their own way. Sally would type something on her phone and show it to Harry, who would smile and respond. I watched, seething with anger.
I gripped the whiskey glass on the table so tightly it could have shattered in my hand. I downed the entire contents in one gulp, feeling the liquid burn my throat.
Coach cleared his throat, breaking the tension. “Alright, now that Colby’s here, let’s make a toast!” He raised his glass, and everyone followed suit. “To our players, and to our victory today! Cheers!”
The room echoed with the clinking of glasses and the chorus of “Cheers!” as everyone took a sip of their drinks.
I watched Sally take a tiny sip of her drink, and then Harry asked, “Don’t you drink?”
She shook her head, and Harry teased, “How about I drink on your behalf?”
He picked up the glass, but just as he was about to take a sip, I sprang up, snatched the glass from his hand, and downed the contents in one gulp.
My eyes blazed as I glared at Sally, who looked back at me with confusion.
“You never told me you were coming here,” I asked, my fingers tense.
Sally shrugged, signing, “Why should I tell you?”
The atmosphere around us grew tense, and the others started to stare. Someone whispered, “Oh, now the brother and sister want to fight in public.”
Sally’s expression turned embarrassed, and she signed, “I don’t want to cause trouble. Please, just mind your own business and leave me alone, Colby.”
I felt my lips curl into a scowl, and I sat back down, struggling to contain my anger. I couldn’t help but continue glaring at Harry.
I looked down, taking my phone from my pocket and sent a message to Sally, “What are you really doing here?”
I heard her phone beep, and she glanced at her phone and then at me. I quickly averted my gaze. Soon, my phone beeped, and I put it on Do Not Disturb before checking her reply, which said, “Not your business.”
“Don’t fuck with me, Sally,” I sent, gritting my teeth.
She replied, “Harry invited me. Happy now?”
“And you just had to come?” I asked.
“Did you expect me to say no?” she asked back.
“Yes! He isn’t your damn boyfriend. Wait, is he your boyfriend now? Are you two dating? You agreed to date him, didn’t you, Sally?” I asked.
“Are you jealous, Mr. Banks?”
Her message made my heart inexplicably jump. I scoffed at my own feelings and looked up to see Sally engrossed in a conversation with Harry. They seemed to be enjoying each other’s company, with Sally smiling and trying to stifle her laughter behind her hand.
“Fuck what?” I typed quickly and sent another message. “What if I’m jealous, Sally?”
No reply.
I glared at her, growing increasingly irritated as she remained captivated by Harry’s boring story, appearing genuinely interested and entertained.
“Fucking reply to your messages, Sally!”
Again, no reply. She didn’t even glance at her phone, despite the incessant beeping. Was she doing this on purpose? Trying to get on my nerves?
“You’re really fucking with me, Sally, aren’t you?” I sent, then glared at her, but her attention remained focused on that bastard.
Screw it! I slammed my hands against the table, drawing their attention. My gaze remained fixed on Sally, whose wide eyes met mine.
“What is it?” she signed.
Still fucking with me, Sally?
I glared at Harry, who merely arched his brows in response. Leaning closer, I brushed my lips against Sally’s ear, causing her to shudder.
“Come with me…” I whispered.
She signed, “Why? Why should I do that?”
“Maybe because I need to fuck you since you’re fucking with me, baby,” I texted her. As she read the message, she gasped, turned her phone’s screen blank, and swallowed hard, tightening her grip on her phone.
I could see her squeezing her thighs together, unable to hide her desire. Horny for me again, aren’t you, Sally? You can’t get enough of me, can you? Well, I’m not surprised. After all, I’m irresistible.