Chapter 22: Proof of Endurance
Nash stood there, barely hearing the roar of the crowd anymore. His heart was pounding, not from the game, but from something wilder.
Nia had just booked him.
Corner of 9th and Ember. Top floor. Midnight.
The words kept echoing in his skull like a chant, a spell, a countdown to the inevitable. His grin grew wider.
He was gonna get laid. Tonight.
Not just flirted with. Not teased. Not some random dirty dream.
Real, honest, sweat-dripping, sheet-twisting, mind-blowing, sex.
And not just with anybody.
Nia Valencia.
Pro player. Pro escort. Walking wet dream in a tank top, surely something more creative on her tower.
And she wanted him.
He exhaled hard, rubbing the back of his neck like it might cool him down.