Page 1 of The Final Game


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Chapter 1

“I’m getting married!”

My balls shrivel at the high-pitched sound of Gabi’s voice outside our hotel room.

“Get the fuck out of here,” I yell back, groaning when I roll off my girlfriend at the feeling of my dick slip out of her.

“Put your dick away,” Gabi shouts from the other side of the door. “This is ten times more important. I’m getting married.”

“We know,” Rosie and I say in unison. My angel laughs, snuggling her head into the crook of my neck.

Gabi hasn’t stopped yelling to the world that in three days, she’ll be married to Chris.

Honestly, I wasn’t too irritated by it when she got engaged. She was happy. I got that. But since then, it hasn’t stopped. For over a year, she has been constantly reminding everyone that she’s going to get married.

Every. Single. Day.

My eyes narrow down at Rosie, who bites her bottom lip to stifle a laugh. “Whose brilliant idea was it to book a hotel room right next to Gabi’s?” I ask with a huff.

She lifts her head, her lips curling into a gorgeous smile. “Come on, she’s happy,” my beautiful girlfriend tells me. She’s too good for this world, too good for me. I’ll never stopthanking the universe for bringing her into my life. “Besides, it’s been so long since we’ve all been together.”

“And that’s a good thing,” I reply with a smirk, wrapping my arm around her waist to pull her closer to me. “If we had booked any other room, I’d be inside of you right now.” Her breaths become labored when I press my lips to the hollow of her neck, breathing in her sweet, fresh scent. “I’d be buried deep inside your pussy, fucking you until you came all over my cock.”

“Grayson,” she whispers, the sound hushed as she tips her head back, and widens her legs, making room for me.

“God, angel. I fucking love you.” I settle myself on top of her, ready to slide home when another three annoying knocks hit the hotel room door.

I squeeze my eyes shut and let out a groan, kicking off the sheets. “I’m going to fucking kill her.” I quickly pull myself out of bed, throw on my boxers, and open the door to the biggest cockblock of the century. “What the fuck do you want?”

Gabi’s face twists when she sees me at the door, and she dramatically slaps her hands over her eyes. “Ew. Put that away.”

“I’m wearing boxers,” I drawl.

“And it’s fucking gross,” she replies with a groan. “The only dick I want to see is my husband’s.”

I press my lips together, amusement rolling through me. “My dick’s away, and Chris isn’t your husbandyet.”

She spreads her fingers, cracking an eye open between them. “He’ll be my husband soon.”

I tilt my head. “Then I guess that means you can’t see his dick until tomorrow, then.”

She drops her hands, narrowing her blue eyes at me. “I hate when you’re logical and shit. Go back to being dumb,” she says with a wave of her hand.

My brows dip, and I let out a scoff. “I was never dumb.”

“You were when you ended things with Rosie because you were scared oflove,” she mocks, rolling her eyes.

“You’re still talking about that?” I ask with a shake of my head. “That happened nine years ago.”

She lifts her shoulder in a shrug. “I don’t forgive and forget.”

I shake my head, running a hand through my hair. Gabi can hold a grudge like no one else. I’d be sorry for Chris if I didn’t know those two were made for each other. They share one mind, one body, one soul. Even clothes sometimes. It’s weird.

Actually, it’s kind of cute. I’d never admit that to her though.

She might not forgive me for breaking Rosie’s heart all those years ago, but maybe she will if she knows what I’m planning.

Am I really going to do this? Am I really going to tell the one person who can’t keep a secret to save her lifemybiggest secret?

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