Reagan

I am a man.

A red-blooded, adrenaline junky, panty-dropping man.

It's the explanation of why I do what I do.

The heartbreaks, the fights and the late-night partying. It comes with the package, it's my life.

I am who the fuck I choose to be and for the past four years, I fucking ruled.

There was never a second that it crossed my mind to stop and think.

I am fucking Reagan Orniel.

What I want, I get, and I own it.

I am the captain of the football team because I want to be. I am heir to the Orniel fortune because I'm born to be. I am a full platinum package.

Woman love me. Kids look up to me. Even grown-ass men aspire to be me.

But this time I got something I didn't want. I owned something I didn't fucking want to own, Dainy Hallows virginity.

I woke up this morning with regret, it was the first time that shit has ever happened to me. Who knew she was a virgin. All those times when she got dumped or did the dumping, I felt sorry for the blonde. I was thinking she was just a god awful lay, especially when my team mates kept going on about how easy she was.

Unlike her dickhead brother who never stood up for her, I always liked Dainy.

Now when I think about it, I understood his reasons. Aiden knew all those rumors were bullshit and regardless of what most people think, Aiden is so far from stupid. He makes my B’s look like E’s.

At school, I was dreading the public confrontation between Dainy and me, but when Lucan told me she didn't show, fuck, I felt like shit.

I never feel like shit. Then to top it all, some new girl shows up in Eco today.

Normally I would've been already balls deep in her before practice, but the girl threw me for a fucking touch down.

She was breathtaking with blue eyes, black waist-length hair and an appealing sense of humour to go with legs that carried on to Mars.

She invited me for dinner at her place. I really wanted to go and I said I will but I found myself outside Dainy’s house ten minutes after I left the practice.

Now here I am staring at my forbidden fruit and fuck my blue balls if I don't want another taste.

Dainy squeaks my name and that dominant part of me is thrilled that she's nervous maybe even a little scared. She should be scared. If the girls at school found out she was a virgin she'd be screwed, fuck, most of the guys on the team would be too.

Groaning at the thought of all that fucking drama, I stare into those small brown eyes. For the first time I notice that her blonde locks are wet and has fallen out of that messy bun she loves to put it in after she jumps out of the shower.

A single hair falls as she masterly secures it again.

My gaze follows the wayward hairs descent to the floor.

I take in the cut off denim she has practically tattooed from the top of her thighs stopping at the flesh of her hip bone that peaks out from the blue tank top that's sticking to her flesh.

Some distant part of my brain is telling me to stop it, stop noticing, cut it out, you have a sexy girl waiting for you.

Yet, my eyes slowly rake up her stomach, following the direction of her toned pathway until I'm finally staring at what got me into this mess, those perky rounded gems.

It's only when I hear her throaty sound, I look at Dainy's face. Her flushed round cheeks and slightly scrunched nose are enough for me to realize I'm ogling her like some sick twisted prick.

“Dainy,” Her name rolls off my tongue like some sappy pup and I cringe.

Shaking my head, I do myself a solid and focus on why I'm here, “We have to talk about last night.”

Her plump top lip becomes wet as her tongue glides across it.

I try, I really do, to muster the control I need to stop me from doing something that I know would land us in a gallon of regret when reality comes knocking.