A Dirty Player: A Football BWWM BBW Romance. by Emma Jones Read Free Book Online Page B

was none other than Evan! Save for his face being a bit red, he was fine. Thank goodness! I looked at my phone, wondering if I ever got a notification from him. Sure enough, there wasn’t anything. The last text I got said he was confronting Sally.
     
    “How did it go?” I asked him.
     
    “She was crazy,” he said. With that, he explained to me what exactly went down. I stood there in shock and awe as he told me how he confronted Sally and how she threw his own watch at him.
     
    “Normally, I don’t care for watches, but my mom but that for a grand. I kind of have to keep it in one piece. Thankfully, it didn’t break, but still.”
     
    I breathed a sigh of relief, but then remembered that Sally was still out there. “Do you think you’re safe from Sally?” I asked. “Or myself?”
     
    He shrugged. “To be honest, I really don’t know. Sally was crazy, sure, but I don’t know how crazy. Maybe she’ll get over it and move on to another boy, or revert back to being religious, sweeping everything other the rug.”
     
    “I hope that’s the way she goes,” I said.
     
    “But yet again, she looks like she holds a grudge. Just be careful, all right?”
     
    “I will,” I said, thinking about how Sally grabbed me. For a skinny white girl, she was strong whenever she put her mind to it. I shuddered and wondered if that was the last we’ve seen of Sally.
     
    He sat down on Julie’s bed. If Julie knew this, she’d never wash those sheets again. He sighed. “Anyway, I don’t know what’s come over me. I’m usually man who’s playing women, but now, I just want to settle down.” He gave me a straight look. “And to be real, I want to settle down with you.”
     
    Those words that came out of his mouth seemed unreal to me. How in the world could a star football player ever care about someone like me? It was almost like I was dreaming. But this was reality, and he really did have these feelings for me. It was too unreal to believe, though.
     
    “Maybe you’re growing up and realizing what you really want,” I said. “You want a woman who cares about you. And to be honest, I do. I wouldn’t care if you were some computer nerd everyone picked on. I see a good man on the inside, and that’s lost to many people nowadays.”
     
    I walked over to him and gave him a hug. He accepted, smiling. We soon ended up making steamy love, and as we were in the middle, we heard the sound of Julie behind the door, rattling her keys as she tried to find which one unlocked it. Both of us put our clothes back on and watched as she entered. As she did, her eyes practically fell from her sockets.
     
    She ran up to Evan, who backed away. “Evan? Why are you in here?”
    I smiled, bowed, and said, “Julie, meet my boyfriend.”
     
    She blurted out laughing. I expected as much. She always gave me that you go, girl attitude when I was talking to someone, but once she realized the man was a perfect ten, she doubted me and tried putting me down. I would have been offended, but that was Julie for ya.
     
    “No really,” Evan said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “She’s mine.”
     
    Julie rubbed her eyes, and I had to laugh as she did. Once she realized I was catching on to her, she grinned and said, “Good job!” And with that, she sat down and watched TV.
     
    “I’m not feeling anything for her,” Evan whispered to me as she watched some football. I grinned.
     
    We soon left the dorm, and then I yawned. Even though we only had sex halfway, it still lulled me to sleep quite well.
     
    “Anyway,” I said, “I’m going to hit the bed.” I looked at my phone. Today was Friday. That meant…
     
    As Evan looked at his own phone, he sighed. “I need to change my number. So many fake friends and sluts texting this. Anyway, yeah, we should go on a date tomorrow. I’m tired, and I need to figure out how to break it to my friends. Not only have you turned me away from all those fake girls, but I don’t even