Chapter Eleven
Victor didn’t believe it, no matter what Marcus said to him, he felt that the man in front of him was hiding something from him.
“And that’s all it is? You’re not feeling the game anymore? Dude, you are fucking talented on the field, you make the game seem so easy.”
“Hold on, are you complimenting me?” Marcus asked.
“Yeah,” he said with a shoulder shrug. “So what if I am?”
“Don’t do that too often, I’ll start thinking you like me.” Marcus smiled, and Victor felt a tightening in his chest and reached up to rub it in agitation.
Victor didn’t know what to say. The thought of not seeing Marcus on the field bothered him, the man was his rival. And even though he’d never admit it, Marcus Reid played the game better than he did. He was born to be on the field, and most of the time Victor was in awe of the man’s abilities.
