Hooped #4 (The Hooped Interracial Romance Series, Book #4) by Claire Adams
Book: Hooped #4 (The Hooped Interracial Romance Series, Book #4) by Claire Adams
Read Free Book Online
Authors: Claire Adams
Ads: Link
HOOPED
#4
The
Hooped Series Book #4
BAD
BOY FRAT
By
Claire Adams
This
book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright
© 2015 Claire Adams
Click
Here to Read Hooped #1
Click
Here to Read Hooped #2
Get
Each of My Newly Released Books for 99 Cents By Clicking Here
Like
me on Facebook : http://www.facebook.com/pages/Claire-Adams/547513332025338
Newsletter :
– Click
here to get an email as soon as the next book in the series is available.
Get your
free copy of my never released book when you sign up for the authors VIP
mailing list.
Click
here to get your free book
Chapter
One
After about half a block, I wasn’t able to keep
running; I slowed down to a walk, meandering in and out of the light cast by
the safety lamps along the sidewalk, thinking about how incredibly stupid I was. “I mean, everyone warned you he was a liar and a
manipulator,” I muttered to myself, kicking at a rock that had somehow found
its way onto the path. I pretended it was Devon’s head, and watched it skitter
and skid against the concrete, disappearing over the edge into the darkness.
“You should have known better. It shouldn’t have even been a surprise that he
would do something like that.” I shook my head at my own stupidity.
At first I wasn’t even sure of where I was going; I knew
that I absolutely had to get away from the frat house, put as much distance as
possible between Devon and myself. I couldn’t stand even the thought of seeing
him right then—it made my stomach turn flip-flops inside of me. I took another
few steps and my toe collided with another rock. I stepped back slightly and
kicked at it, sending it sailing off into the grass.
“But at the same time…maybe I’m being too hard on him.” I knew I probably looked like I’d lost
my mind—walking in the dark, talking to myself the way I was. If there were
even a single person on the walkways leading through campus within a few yards
of me, they’d probably veer off to avoid me. But somehow it didn’t seem right
to just think the thoughts; I needed to say them out loud. The noise in my own
brain was just too loud. “Obviously, he’s really passionate about basketball. I
mean, I’ve never seen anyone having a better time than Devon does when he’s on
the court.” I smiled to myself sadly. The two times I had seen Devon happiest
were when he was playing, and when he was with me—but then, I thought,
contradicting myself, I hadn’t exactly seen him in any meaningful way with
other people, or doing very many other things.
But Devon obviously loved playing basketball. Of
course he was going to do whatever it took to make sure he’d continue to be
able to play; he had probably applied to a bunch of colleges, and he’d need
decent test scores for any of them—he had needed a decent test score for the
college we both went to. But god, what a
stupid fucking risk to take! How had he really thought that he’d be able to
get away with it? But he had—until now. Someone had obviously thrown him under
the bus. Years after the fact, it wasn’t like anyone would be investigating
test scores from previous years. It wouldn’t make any sense. The kids who had
taken the test in that year had already gotten into the schools of their
choice.
If it was so long ago that it didn’t even make sense
to investigate it—until or unless someone had thrown Devon under the bus—then
could I really hold it against him? He had come clean to me about being a
player, about the fact that he had slept around with plenty of women. He had
been honest about wanting to change his ways for me. And as far as I could see,
he had. He
#4
The
Hooped Series Book #4
BAD
BOY FRAT
By
Claire Adams
This
book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright
© 2015 Claire Adams
Click
Here to Read Hooped #1
Click
Here to Read Hooped #2
Get
Each of My Newly Released Books for 99 Cents By Clicking Here
Like
me on Facebook : http://www.facebook.com/pages/Claire-Adams/547513332025338
Newsletter :
– Click
here to get an email as soon as the next book in the series is available.
Get your
free copy of my never released book when you sign up for the authors VIP
mailing list.
Click
here to get your free book
Chapter
One
After about half a block, I wasn’t able to keep
running; I slowed down to a walk, meandering in and out of the light cast by
the safety lamps along the sidewalk, thinking about how incredibly stupid I was. “I mean, everyone warned you he was a liar and a
manipulator,” I muttered to myself, kicking at a rock that had somehow found
its way onto the path. I pretended it was Devon’s head, and watched it skitter
and skid against the concrete, disappearing over the edge into the darkness.
“You should have known better. It shouldn’t have even been a surprise that he
would do something like that.” I shook my head at my own stupidity.
At first I wasn’t even sure of where I was going; I knew
that I absolutely had to get away from the frat house, put as much distance as
possible between Devon and myself. I couldn’t stand even the thought of seeing
him right then—it made my stomach turn flip-flops inside of me. I took another
few steps and my toe collided with another rock. I stepped back slightly and
kicked at it, sending it sailing off into the grass.
“But at the same time…maybe I’m being too hard on him.” I knew I probably looked like I’d lost
my mind—walking in the dark, talking to myself the way I was. If there were
even a single person on the walkways leading through campus within a few yards
of me, they’d probably veer off to avoid me. But somehow it didn’t seem right
to just think the thoughts; I needed to say them out loud. The noise in my own
brain was just too loud. “Obviously, he’s really passionate about basketball. I
mean, I’ve never seen anyone having a better time than Devon does when he’s on
the court.” I smiled to myself sadly. The two times I had seen Devon happiest
were when he was playing, and when he was with me—but then, I thought,
contradicting myself, I hadn’t exactly seen him in any meaningful way with
other people, or doing very many other things.
But Devon obviously loved playing basketball. Of
course he was going to do whatever it took to make sure he’d continue to be
able to play; he had probably applied to a bunch of colleges, and he’d need
decent test scores for any of them—he had needed a decent test score for the
college we both went to. But god, what a
stupid fucking risk to take! How had he really thought that he’d be able to
get away with it? But he had—until now. Someone had obviously thrown him under
the bus. Years after the fact, it wasn’t like anyone would be investigating
test scores from previous years. It wouldn’t make any sense. The kids who had
taken the test in that year had already gotten into the schools of their
choice.
If it was so long ago that it didn’t even make sense
to investigate it—until or unless someone had thrown Devon under the bus—then
could I really hold it against him? He had come clean to me about being a
player, about the fact that he had slept around with plenty of women. He had
been honest about wanting to change his ways for me. And as far as I could see,
he had. He
Similar Books
