Dirty Player (The Montgomery Billionaires #3)

CHAPTER FOUR

KAYLEE

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The arrogant son of a bitch.

How dare he say those things to me? Like I’m some common whore.

Yes, he caught Colby kissing me. Yes, technically it was cheating, but I didn’t kiss him.

Levi didn’t bother to let me explain the situation and it’s clear he used it as an excuse to end our relationship—which he wanted to do anyway.

How dare he assume I showed up at the Hawkes training camp this morning because I was fucking another player...and wearing his jacket?

If he’d taken a split second to think about it, the jacket was a size four.

Open your eyes, asshole. There ain’t no size four players on this team.

Dick.

I wanted to punch the six-four, built-as-hell, handsome quarterback. And not just because of what he said. The moment he touched me and the way he stared down at my lips, my body buzzed with arousal.

Familiar arousal.

I know his body and he knows mine.

It was the only reason I was silent.

I wanted him to kiss me. To feel his mouth on mine and to feel his tongue sweep inside and make me weak in the knees one more time.

I hate myself for still desiring Levi.

Especially when he clearly despises me.

He’s just assumed I kissed Colby, and that’s that. What sort of relationship would it be if he can’t communicate?

What a lucky escape.

Liar. You wish you could turn back time and not go to the party. To have him slip inside your bed when he got home and thrust his thick, long cock inside you. While whispering in your ear that you’re his kitten.

I don’t know why he called me that.

“Hey kitten.” Levi smirked when he picked me up for our second date.

It made me blush as he kissed my cheek.

That night we slept together. When his face was between my legs and tongue laving at my clit, he said, “Good girl, kitten. Let go and let me taste your precious juices.”

I’ve never been so aroused or felt so taken care of by a man. His confidence was unbending. His skills, top notch.

As my body shuddered, and Levi lapped up the evidence of my pleasure, I lay staring at the ceiling in awe.

I wanted more. More of that and more time talking to him. Even that was amazing. He was on the path to becoming an NFL player and I was studying to become a sports physio. My father had always loved football—all sports actually—but never had the talent to play pro. My mom was a nurse. I figure the two of them rubbed off on me and by the time I was applying to college, I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

Working for the Philadelphia Hawkes was a dream. One I thought would take at least ten years to get the opportunity. As fate would have it, the guy whose job I now have ended up moving to London to marry the woman of his dreams.

They advertised the job and here I am.

“I’m so proud of you, sweetie,” my dad said when I told them the news. “First you get a doctorate and now you’re working for my team.”

His team.

When his arms wrapped around me, I felt tears prick my eyes.

“And hey,” Dad said, pulling back. “Don’t you let that Montgomery boy upset you. He’s a good quarterback but not worthy of my girl.”

It wasn’t the first time guilt had laced through me when he spoke about Levi like that. I was the guilty party.

But there was no way in hell I could tell Dad what happened. When I was younger, I overheard my parents talking and Dad accused Mom of cheating on him.

She hadn’t.

When I asked her about it, she patted my hand and said, “Don’t worry about your father. He was upset seeing me laughing with the man I got the house paint from. I would never cheat on Dad. But the woman he dated before me did. And he’s always been a little insecure.”

Oh.

It explains why every time a couple we knew or someone in the neighborhood divorces, he immediately says, “I bet she cheated.”

I always wondered what that was about.

Mom would just say in warning, “Hank.”

“Go ask them. I saw her at the street Christmas party last year all dolled up,” he once replied.

It all makes sense.

So no. I am not telling my father I kissed—was kissed by—Colby Wade.

But anyway, I don’t know why I’m surprised at Levi’s response to seeing me. A few months back Steph and I were at a party when he and Atlas showed up.

I didn’t know they were going to be there, but in they walked, and half the women lost their minds. The Montgomery boys are popular to say the least.

I did my best to hide in the corner.

I was successful.

Until I went to the restroom and made my way back to the kitchen to top off my drink.

“Yeah I saw her,” Levi said.

“Consider it a lucky break,” Atlas said. “You know she’s just a fan looking for a jersey.”

I froze at the corner of the door where they couldn’t see me as my face burned with both shame and anger.

How dare they?

I waited for Levi to defend me.

He didn’t.

“Guess it was a learning curve,” he replied, and I felt my heart sink.

“Yep, and bro, there will be a hell of a lot more green jersey chasers in the years to come. So just ignore her.”

“I don’t care anymore. It’s over. Barely got started.”

Atlas snorted. “Just another college girl, huh?”

“Exactly. A really good fuck.”

My mouth had fallen open. I tore away from the wall and ran outside. I found Steph, and we left.

Despite being together a short time—just months—I thought we had real feelings for one another. I was the only one, obviously.

Those words hurt me every time I think about them.

Now I have to see him every day.

But I chose this, and I’ll have to get over it to live my dream job. While he lives his.

The head coach lets out an ear-piercing whistle and the room full of players and staff start to settle. He raises his hands.

“Everybody quieten down.”

The players stand, leaning on different walls, and cross their arms. No one is in a suit. Even the management and employees, like me, are in casual attire. This is a sports training facility, after all.

I sense my white sneakers, black tights, crop top and Hawkes sweatshirt are going to be a kind of uniform over the next several months.

Two more players walk in, laughing at something, and then zip their lips when they see everyone.

Jackson Billows snorts.

I smile and he winks at me in a friendly gesture.

I don’t know everyone, but enough of them to have felt the warm welcome.

Except Levi.

I glance in his direction and there’s no wondering about how he feels now he’s worked out why I’m here. He’s furious.

Good.

Hope he feels like an asshole.

“It’s a new year. New players. And some new team members,” Bill Waterman says. He does a round of introductions for the other newbies, including one of the marketing girls, Toni, who I think might end up being a nice friend.

Then he looks at me.

“And Kaylee Rose, which I know many of you are familiar with.”

The room fills with greetings, whistles, and some taunting.

While they know I dated Colby and Levi, no one seems to be aware of the tension between us, which means Levi’s cruel comment about me to his brother stayed right there.

“She’s joined the physio team, working part time with Natalie and Glen.”

Natalie is my boss. She’s the head physio for the Hawkes and I’m excited to learn from her. I haven’t met Glen yet.

“Kaylee is a Doctor of Physical Therapy, so just because she’s done shots with you, doesn’t mean you don’t take her serious when she gives you treatments,” Coach sternly says.

“I’m not getting any more damn injuries this season,” Kemal mutters, and I chuckle because last season he had three and sat on the bench with a scowl for the rest of the season.

“I want to look at your ankle.” Natalie folds her arms. “Come see me after this.”

“You need to stop doing all that dancing and do more throwing the ball.” Someone nudges Kemal's shoulder and next minute four of them are play-tackling one other.

Coach shakes his head and turns to us. “Well, welcome to the NFL. Don’t expect it to get any more professional than this.”

We all chuckle.

I let my eyes drift to Levi, who stands with his arms crossed at the back of the room. Not happy. Making a quick decision, as everyone starts piling out, I head in his direction.

Like he was expecting me to do just that, Levi doesn’t move. Just stands there staring while I get closer and closer.

He’s in a pair of black shorts and a white singlet showing off his defined muscles and the last of his summer tan. The way his dark hair is mussed from his workout looks exactly the way it did after I’d run my hands through...while he was thrusting inside me.

Do not think about that .

Not being attracted to this man is simply not possible. He towers over me and I’m pretty sure he’s something like twice my width.

Not going to lie, I love big men. Their size makes me feel all feminine, and given I’m sporty, I like that.

The moment I saw Levi, I was immediately affected. I was running to class and late. There were no close parking spots left, so I had to leave my car miles away. Then run.

I was fit, but by the time I reached the campus, my brow was sweating and my books were sliding out of my arms.

Then one dropped.

I stopped, skidded on the wet pavement, and fell straight on my ass.

“Fuck!” I cursed and heard woah there, before a strong arm hooked around my waist and placed me back on my feet like I weighed nothing more than a bag of rice.

To be fair, I’m only five foot three.

“You might want to walk when it's wet. It gets slippery,” Levi said with humor in his voice as I dusted myself off and straightened my bag. Then he asked, “You okay?”

I finally looked up and holy hell. The bluest eyes I’d ever seen held mine and I couldn’t talk. My cheeks heated, and it took a whole five long seconds before I remembered I was late for class.

“Shit. I have a lecture. Thank you.” I spurted out and walking backward, I waved, turned around, and pressed my eyes closed.

Holy shit, he’s gorgeous, I remember thinking.

“Wait!” Levi called out to me, and I slowed, glancing over my shoulder.

“What’s your name?” He laughed.

“Kaylee,” I answered. “Kaylee Rose.”

I realized he was slightly familiar but couldn’t place him completely as he slid his hands into his pockets and grinned like an idiot.

It began to rain again, but he just stood there watching me walk backward into the building.

For two days I walked around in a daze, wondering who he was and if I’d ever see him again.

Finally, I walked out of my afternoon class, and he was leaning against the wall.

My heart leaped and about ten million butterflies started flying around inside my tummy.

Pushing away from the wall, he casually started walking alongside me, took my books, tucked them under his arm, and said, “Have dinner with me tonight.”

“I don’t know you.” I laughed.

“I saved your life,” he said, staring ahead.

I snorted. “Hardly saved my life.”

“You don’t know. A car could have careened up over the lawn and killed you.”

“Try again...” I giggled despite myself.

“Earthquake?”

I shook my head.

“Tornado. It could have ripped right through the campus, and you’d have lost those precious moments getting to safety while on your cute ass.”

I stopped and he did the same.

“You think I have a cute ass?” I grinned.

Levi leans down closer to my face. “I think a lot of things, Kaylee Rose.”

A shiver ran through every inch of my body.

“I don’t know your name,” I whispered as people pushed past us, but that’s when I noticed he was wearing a Penn State Nittany Lions sweater.

“Levi. Montgomery.” He winked as I connected the dots.

He was a football player. Not just any football player...he was the Penn State quarterback.

Holy hell.

I was starting to say that a lot.

“I’ll pick you up at seven,” Levi said, then handed me back my books and pushed a lock of hair over my ear.

I was a goner.

He walked down the hallway while I stared at his tight ass and just stood there.

Stephanie bumped up against me.

“Were you talking to Levi Montgomery?” she asked.

My head spun. “You know him?”

“He’s the quarterback. How do you not know him? Wait, do you know him or not know him? I’m confused.”

I slapped my forehead.

I knew the name and if I’d really paid attention I would recognize him, but Levi looked different out of uniform. I wasn’t the groupie type. I worked hard during college and went to the occasional game. There wasn’t a lot of time even though I loved the sport. But unlike a lot of the girls on campus, I didn’t have a crush on any of the players.

Don’t get me wrong, there were some gorgeous guys on the team, but in just two meetings, Levi had stolen my heart.

I push the memories to the back of my mind and focus on the Levi I know today.

The one who wishes I didn’t exist.

Stopping a few feet in front of him, I wait a split second for his apology. After all, he’d been extremely rude this morning.

I should have known I wouldn’t get one.

“You could have told me you were fucking working here, Kaylee.”

His voice is low so no one can hear.

“I’m sorry. I thought your phone was broken. I’m still waiting for a reply from my other twenty messages.” I hiss.

We glare at one another.

“What did you want me to say? That it was okay for you to suck Colby’s face while my girlfriend? And have a nice fucking day?”

No.

Yes.

Kind of.

I wanted a chance to explain and see if he felt the way I did so we could move past it. Which he didn’t. So it is what it is.

Sadness rushes through me and no way in hell am I going to let him see it.

“Clearly it wasn’t important enough for you to respond, so let’s leave it at that.” I shrug.

Levi’s brows lift slowly, as if he can’t believe I said that. Why not? It’s true.

Suddenly, he grabs my arm and drags me around the corner.

“Important? How about being loyal? Jesus, Kaylee.” He shakes his head. “And now you’re working here. You may not know how important this is to me, but...it is. And I cannot have you messing this up for me!”

I swallow.

How the hell would I mess it up?

I came over to clear the air, but instead he’s attacking me again.

“My job is important to me, too. It’s not just—”

“Bullshit. You could’ve found a physio role anywhere. How many quarterback positions do you think are out there?”

We both know the number.

Not many.

I hate that he’s right, but it’s selfish of him to say it out loud and make me feel like I don’t matter. That my dreams are less than his.

This job was also something I’d been wishing for and working hard to achieve.

If he thinks his life is more valuable than mine, then maybe Dad is right about Levi. Spoiled little rich kid.

I hate thinking that about him, but he’s proving my father’s point.

I shake my head. This is ridiculous. For someone who was actively pulling away from our relationship before the Colby moment, Levi certainly reacted dramatically.

Pride. Like Stephanie said. I hurt his pride. Well, he needs to get over it.

“We were together for eight weeks, Levi. Let’s be grown-ups. I’m sorry I hurt you.” I shake my head. “But for now, we are working at the same company.”

His face darkens and I try to step back but hit the wall behind me.

“Don’t flatter yourself. You didn’t hurt me. You embarrassed me.” His eyes run down the length of my body, then he glances away and curses before returning to meet my eye. “You’re right. We were nothing more than just a couple of weeks of good sex.”

Wow.

But his words don’t cut as deep as he wants them to. I already heard him say the exact thing to Atlas. The wound is already healed.

“Levi...”

“You might want to keep those thighs closed around here. Dating, and I use that term loosely, is highly discouraged in the organization.”

My eyes fly open wider.

Asshole.

“Fuck you, Levi!” I hiss and I shove at his chest then stride away, blinking back my hurt.

No one gets to treat me like a slut twice.