A Divorce He Regrets (Raina and Alexander) novel Chapter 311

KYE

I almost couldn't keep my grin in based on how excited I was. I'd planned this moment so meticulously, that there was no way it could fall through, not if I could help it.

As the match started, I made sure to tackle Liam every chance I got. To every other player and the coach, I was trying to win the game. If only they knew it was slightly more than that.

Liam on the other hand, wasn't the least bit suspicious of me. He stared at me in team spirit, and for a moment, I almost felt bad for what I was about to do. The next series of events that followed were so unpredictable that if I hadn't been here to witness myself, I wouldn't have believed it.

I waited till Liam was ready to take the ball again, before lunging for him. I allowed him to get close and pick up the ball, just as I lunged at him. I kicked him hard in the shin, before hitting him behind his calves for maximum effect.

A yelp slid past his lips as he fell to the floor, and the loud crack that followed after was definitely not a good sign.

“Liam?” Coach ran in our direction immediately. Liam was hunched over and cradling his leg, and the pain etched into his face was pure bliss. “Liam? Get me a nurse right now.”

The entire field was in a frenzy, but eventually, Liam had to be taken to the infirmary to be checked. As they hauled him out on a makeshift stretcher, I couldn't help but smirk. This was only the beginning, and I, for one, would love to see how everything would turn out.

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My thoughts ran wild as I laid in bed back at home. School had ended hours ago, but the thought of one person from school has refused to leave my mind. Ava.

Her name suddenly tasted like sin in my mouth. Sweet, dangerous sin that I almost couldn't get enough of. Her face clouded my mind, her moans as I fucked her next to her brother's locker. I wondered how she felt at that moment.

Did she feel like a dirty little slut being next to his name? Did it turn her on to have her face pressed into something that belonged to her own blood? I didn't miss the tears that had slid down her face while I fucked her mouth. How could I ever forget that face? While I rammed into her like nothing else mattered. It didn't take long for me to grow hard, and I hissed at the thought.

Why was I even bothered? If there was anyone meant to feel the burden of what was going on, then it was definitely meant to be her and not me.

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