The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(56)

He stood up and stepped back from the chair. He thought for a long moment before he finally replied to my question.

“I don’t know if this is something you’d really care to hear.”

I shook my head.

“Really, I need to know why.”

“Alright, I’ll tell you,” he said, “I used to work really hard and get good grades, but then I started growing. Before long I was a head taller than anyone else in my grade. I got popular and started spending more time with friends. When I got to High School, it was just more fun to go out and enjoy life rather than spend time staring at books. Getting a full ride scholarship to this college was great, but nobody is expecting me to do well in classes.”

I nodded; it really was what I expected.

“I practice more than any other player on that field. Every second I’m not practicing, I’m out enjoying life. You’re only twenty once in your lifetime.”

I laughed but tried my best to stifle it. “So you’d rather waste your education on sex and partying?”

He looked serious, but I could tell he was a little embarrassed. “We all have our reasons,” he quipped.

The door swung open wide, as three of his roommates burst in laughing loudly. One tackled Hollis to the bed before he realized and I found myself laughing along.

“The libations have arrived!” they shouted.

“Then why is my drinking hand empty,” Hollis replied.

I rolled my eyes and began packing up the study materials. I had a feeling my night was over, and it was nearing time for me to get some sleep anyway. That was until a drink was shoved into my hand.

“Drink!” they chanted, staring at me as I examined the can.

“I’m not drinking this; It’s a school night,” I replied to the group.

Hollis stared down at me. “I’ll study harder tomorrow if you’ll try having fun with me tonight.”

It was hard to pass up. My brain was alight with possibility; I had the chance to try something different and even though I feared it, I could do little to stop myself from trying.

I snapped the top of the beer can, frothing out golden liquid from inside. I had tried beer in the past and hadn’t liked it. But, I was very young.

I sipped at the top as the guys watched until Hollis came over and tilted the can into my mouth. A rush shot down my throat, and I gasped for air.

“You dick,” I managed to spout out after catching my breath.

They all hooted and hollered, and I couldn’t help but feel a tad ingratiated into the group of revelers.

Before I could even finish the first can, a second can was being shoved into my hand. I let myself go.

The party continued, and a few other girls showed up, and they looked prepared for tonight. I wished that I could wear the same thing as they did. Their short-cut skirts left almost nothing to the imagination. They may as well have shown up wearing just their underwear, as it was easy enough to see.

The boys all panted as if a bone were being held in front of their eyes. Hollis looked but showed little interest in the matter. He drank slowly from a mug and chatted with the guys that would walk near him. I saw a bit of responsibility in him as he continued to pick up trash and replace snacks when empty.

I was beginning to feel the drink hit me hard. Things started to spin a bit, but despite my inability to taste anything I continued to go back for more beer.

After a while, I was using the rail on the staircase to prop myself up while one of Hollis’ roommates kept talking to me about how many times he could lift a particular weight.

Then I was being picked up from behind. I tried to fight it, but there were two of them, and both of them were football players. They flipped me upside down and held me upside down in front of a keg.

“First keg stand!” they shouted.

I was too drunk to say no, and they thrust the nozzle in my mouth. I didn’t know how much I drank before they dropped me, but by the end of it I had to throw up.

Hollis noticed me behind the bush.

“Looks like you partied a little harder than you wanted.”

He walked over and put a hand over my back, pulling my hair away from my face.

“Am I a hottie?” I asked, slurring almost every word.

He laughed; which seemed like an annoying way to say ‘no.’

“Where is this coming from, Christine,” he asked.

“You called me a firecracker while I was running yesterday,” I replied.

“All red heads are firecrackers, Christine.”

“Yeah, but it seemed like a term of endearment. You think I’m hot,” I said as I poked him in the chest. More alcohol decided it didn’t want to stay in my stomach.

“I think you’re drunk,” he replied.

I sat down in the cool grass, trying my best to avoid anything I may have just left on the ground. He sat down next to me and held me upright.

“I can see why you do this,” I said, “being drunk makes a lot of the voices in your head stop talking.”

He pulled me in close, giving me something to lean on. It was nice being close to his body heat; he smelled amazing. I wished that he’d pull me in closer like he does with all this other girls.

I leaned in and kissed him on the neck. He turned to me and rubbed the kiss with his hand.

“What was that for,” he asked.