Win Big: A Bad Boy Sports Romance by Bella Love-Wins Read Free Book Online Page A

pushover and I wasn’t on his recovery team for his enjoyment.
    I had never been that girl for anyone, and I sure as heck wasn’t going to start for him.

5
    Evan
    I was up way too early. The bright morning sun pored through the half-closed vertical blinds of the bay window. That sunny cheery look outside was the exact opposite of the mood I was in when I reached for my crutches to get out of bed and start the day. I was in my temporary bedroom on the main floor of the frat house.
    The room was a small space at the front of the house that could be accessed from the porch or the living room. We normally used it as a study den when everyone was cramming around exam time. Last night, Slade and Chad cleared it out to move my bed and a few of my clothes down here. The sports physician instructed me not to take stairs for at least ten days.
    Today, the only thing on my agenda was to meet a few people from the athletic training staff to discuss my rehab plan. I couldn’t even start the physical therapy for at least five days. Rest was doctor’s orders, along with no walking around, mandatory crutches for boy’s room visits, no driving a car, no operating heavy equipment, no riding a bicycle or motorcycle, no jogging, no stretching, and no exercise of any kind, until they give the all-clear.
    And no sex.
    Well fuck me.
    Actually, don’t.
    Because I couldn’t fuck anyone right now, not with this godawful groin pain.
    I took the pain medication the sport doctor prescribed yesterday and limped through the main floor of the frat house on crutches, taking my time to get ready. Using the bathroom closest to my makeshift bedroom was a waste of energy. It had a large bathtub that I wouldn’t dare try to climb into. I ended up going to the small standing shower on near the back of the house. The only way I could manage to stand under the hot water was by going in there with one crutch under my right arm for support. Good thing they gave me these aluminum ones. Hopefully they were waterproof too.
    This whole getting in the shower to start my day was unlike me, but so was being injured. I usually kicked off my mornings with a quick workout in my room—push-ups, crunches, pull-ups on a bar I installed in my closet doorway, more crunches, lunges, jumping jacks, squats and burpees. It felt weird not doing any of that. I never realized until today how much I relied on my workout to set my energy level for the rest of the day. My body craved it, too. Fuck, I was not looking forward to the next few weeks.
    I got myself cleaned up and dressed. What used to take me fifteen minutes took me an hour, mostly because of the agonizing pain, but also because getting around on crutches was a real bitch. I made it to the kitchen because someone put coffee on. As I sat there with my mug of dark roast, a few of the frat guys who weren’t on the football team came in. I hated the looks on their faces. Everyone in the house already knew, and they were acting like they pitied me.
    Assholes. I’d show them what they could do with their pity.
    “Hey, man, how you feeling?” Tre came around and asked, looking concerned.
    “How the fuck do you think I’m doing?” I barked, still grumbling as I took a sip of the steaming coffee.
    He took a step back with his hand raised. “Jeez, man. I’m just checking in on you. You don’t need to be a dick about it.”
    “Am I being a dick? I didn’t know. Sorry. Just don’t ask me that shit again or I’ll have your scrawny neck in a headlock before you can say ‘Bob’s your uncle’ .” I glared at him and the kid backed off. I didn’t want anyone’s fucking pity. I would rather have them all hate me than give me that annoying as fuck compassionate look, like my life was ending or someone just killed my cat.
    Slade cleared his throat behind me. “You want a ride anywhere, man?”
    “I was planning on walking over to the physical therapy building,” I spat.
    “Chill out with that grumpy old man shit. Are