Game On (A Bad Boy Sports Romance) Read Online Free PDF

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                  Showing my face around school was torture afterward. He told everybody what I was like in bed, how I winced at his rough, violent touch. How he refused to hold me when I cried afterward because he was already over it. Over me. As if he had ever given a shit about me in the first place. As I walked down the hallways of my high school, people turned and snickered at me, whispering and pointing. I was the laughingstock of the population. Once again, I was nothing more than a joke. Even though some people might have seen that as just a silly, typical high school struggle, it scarred me beyond consolation. I could no longer trust anyone, and particularly men. And sex… was out of the question. I couldn’t imagine a scenario in which I could ever have a safe, happy sexual encounter with another person ever again.
     
                  Ten years later, I was pretty much ready to embrace my destiny as a lonely, overworked spinster juggling two jobs, neither of which really fulfilled my dreams. My poor mother was beginning to think I would never give her any grandchildren. Luckily, when I was twelve my parents had a happy accident-- a late-in-life baby boy they named Alex. He was unexpected and unplanned, certainly, but he was exactly what they’d always wanted: strong, sweet, and sporty. He was every bit the all-American athlete my parents had hoped I would be. I was sure he’d grow up to sire a whole slew of equally healthy babies for my parents to spoil and adore.
     
                  Meanwhile, I would play the role of weird Aunt Dani, married to the job, showing up occasionally to the family reunions to awkwardly dash in and steal a plate of food before disappearing again. I had it all planned out-- the whole embarrassing ordeal of my future. But the way I saw it, if I couldn’t achieve a successful love life then I could at least throw all my focus into my work instead. I was dogged in my pursuit of a fulfilling career and nothing was going to throw me off.
     
                  And who could tell-- maybe someday we’d make a pleasing pair for my proud parents: Alex the football star and Danielle the football writer. That would probably appease them, at least. I hoped.
     
                  I settled into my swivel chair and opened up my laptop to get started on my workload for the day, which was staggering. I had several articles to edit for the journal here as well as updating the associated blog page and writing up another stats piece for the paper. I cracked my knuckles and jumped right in before the clock even struck six AM, sipping my coffee and nibbling my bagel as I worked. By the time nine o’clock rolled around I was already halfway done, feeling proud of myself. I was on fire today, not even letting the thought of Mr. Michaels’s proposition distract me too terribly.
     
                  Of course, when my lovely coworkers started filing in for the day, my uninterrupted work flow hit a substantial snag. As usual, they gave me their typical annoyed glares. I knew I made the rest of them look bad by working so hard and being an overachiever, but this was the only way I knew how to be.
     
                  When I was growing up, the only way I could ever surpass my peers was through getting better grades. I could never be as cool or pretty as the other girls in my class, but I could definitely be the smartest one in the classroom. So that’s what I did, over and over again, without fail. Even the constant torture I endured at the hands of my classmates couldn’t deter me from making straight As and ending my high school career as valedictorian. Of course, in college, people were much more apt to leave me the hell alone, which was a godsend. When I went away to university, I’d fully expected the bullying to continue, even though we were all older and (supposedly) more mature. And for the most part, it