Read Online Infamous: A Bad Boy Sports Romance Novel by Arabella Abbing - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Arabella Abbing
Ads: Link
to watch this?”
“You aren’t fooling anyone, April. We both know why you picked it. And for the last fucking time—I am not the father.”
April shrugged, returning her eyes to the screen even though I knew I had her full attention. “So you say. The cheerleaders seem to disagree.”
I scoffed. “The girls who jumped into this are just pissy that I never called them back.”
Her eyes turned to me and the fire behind them burned bright.
“If there wasn’t any truth to their claims, no one would have believed them. But you’re infamous for being a player, Jared.”
I wouldn’t have gone so far as to call myself infamous —at least not for my relationships (or lack thereof) with women. My frown deepened as I considered her words.
When all was said and done, I wanted to go down in the books as one of the best damn quarterbacks my generation had ever produced. Sure, I took advantage of my fame and got with women because of it, but the way April made it sound...
Would that be all anyone remembered? The number of tally marks I had carved into my bedpost? Was there really a chance that the gossip and rumors would outshine the fact that I was an extraordinary athlete?
I couldn’t answer any of those questions and it was leaving me with a sour feeling in the pit of my stomach. I stood up from the couch and muttered, “I’m going to lie down,” before I stalked away, not bothering to glance back and see whatever look might have been on her face.
I didn’t bother to shut the door after I entered April’s bedroom—just plopped right down on the bed face-first and groaned into the pillow. After I got out the noise of frustration, I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling for a little while. Eventually, I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the sound of the movie still playing in the living room and focus only on the faint noise of the traffic outside the apartment.
I didn’t know how long I was lying there when the floorboard outside the bedroom creaked, but I could still hear the movie playing. I didn’t even open my eyes to look at her, I simply pulled an arm from underneath my head and patted the spot next to me on the bed. After a brief moment of hesitation, her footsteps began to approach.
“I’m sorry for being such a bitch,” she said with a sigh. “I offered you a truce, but I really haven’t been honoring it.”
The bed dipped beside me and I cracked an eye open, surprised that she took my invitation. But she was perched right on the edge—ready to flee at any moment.
“I’m not lying, you know,” I told her, shocking myself a little as the words just slipped out. “I’m really not the father.”
She shifted around uncomfortably and judging by the way her jaw flexed, I imagined she was biting down whatever scathing remark came naturally to her. When she turned to meet my eyes, it was clear that she didn’t believe me.
“How can you be so sure?”
I could count on one hand the amount of people who knew the truth about what happened with Brittany. The whole affair was a complicated mess and I had only confided in people I knew I could trust— people whose opinions mattered to me.
For a reason I couldn’t even begin to comprehend, I felt compelled to add April to that list.
“Because I never slept with Brittany.”
13
April
M y jaw dropped and my eyes went comically wide at his admission.
“If you didn’t sleep with her, then why the hell haven’t you said that? Does Lauren know?”
Jared propped himself to lean against my headboard and shrugged, his eyes uncomfortably shifting around the room. “She does not. And I have my reasons for keeping it to myself.”
“Why are you telling me?”
“Because I feel like it,” he said sharply before shaking his head. “I really don’t know. It just... feels like the right thing to do, I guess.”
A thought occurred to me and I narrowed my eyes at him. “If you’re just saying this because you think it’ll make
“You aren’t fooling anyone, April. We both know why you picked it. And for the last fucking time—I am not the father.”
April shrugged, returning her eyes to the screen even though I knew I had her full attention. “So you say. The cheerleaders seem to disagree.”
I scoffed. “The girls who jumped into this are just pissy that I never called them back.”
Her eyes turned to me and the fire behind them burned bright.
“If there wasn’t any truth to their claims, no one would have believed them. But you’re infamous for being a player, Jared.”
I wouldn’t have gone so far as to call myself infamous —at least not for my relationships (or lack thereof) with women. My frown deepened as I considered her words.
When all was said and done, I wanted to go down in the books as one of the best damn quarterbacks my generation had ever produced. Sure, I took advantage of my fame and got with women because of it, but the way April made it sound...
Would that be all anyone remembered? The number of tally marks I had carved into my bedpost? Was there really a chance that the gossip and rumors would outshine the fact that I was an extraordinary athlete?
I couldn’t answer any of those questions and it was leaving me with a sour feeling in the pit of my stomach. I stood up from the couch and muttered, “I’m going to lie down,” before I stalked away, not bothering to glance back and see whatever look might have been on her face.
I didn’t bother to shut the door after I entered April’s bedroom—just plopped right down on the bed face-first and groaned into the pillow. After I got out the noise of frustration, I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling for a little while. Eventually, I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the sound of the movie still playing in the living room and focus only on the faint noise of the traffic outside the apartment.
I didn’t know how long I was lying there when the floorboard outside the bedroom creaked, but I could still hear the movie playing. I didn’t even open my eyes to look at her, I simply pulled an arm from underneath my head and patted the spot next to me on the bed. After a brief moment of hesitation, her footsteps began to approach.
“I’m sorry for being such a bitch,” she said with a sigh. “I offered you a truce, but I really haven’t been honoring it.”
The bed dipped beside me and I cracked an eye open, surprised that she took my invitation. But she was perched right on the edge—ready to flee at any moment.
“I’m not lying, you know,” I told her, shocking myself a little as the words just slipped out. “I’m really not the father.”
She shifted around uncomfortably and judging by the way her jaw flexed, I imagined she was biting down whatever scathing remark came naturally to her. When she turned to meet my eyes, it was clear that she didn’t believe me.
“How can you be so sure?”
I could count on one hand the amount of people who knew the truth about what happened with Brittany. The whole affair was a complicated mess and I had only confided in people I knew I could trust— people whose opinions mattered to me.
For a reason I couldn’t even begin to comprehend, I felt compelled to add April to that list.
“Because I never slept with Brittany.”
13
April
M y jaw dropped and my eyes went comically wide at his admission.
“If you didn’t sleep with her, then why the hell haven’t you said that? Does Lauren know?”
Jared propped himself to lean against my headboard and shrugged, his eyes uncomfortably shifting around the room. “She does not. And I have my reasons for keeping it to myself.”
“Why are you telling me?”
“Because I feel like it,” he said sharply before shaking his head. “I really don’t know. It just... feels like the right thing to do, I guess.”
A thought occurred to me and I narrowed my eyes at him. “If you’re just saying this because you think it’ll make
Similar Books
