More Than A Game (The Kings of Kroydon Hills Book 2), Bella Matthews [reading diary .TXT] 📗

More Than a Game

The Kings of Kroydon Hills

Bella Matthews

Copyright © 2021

Bella Matthews

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This book contains mature themes and is only suitable for 18+ readers.

ASIN: B08P28D8J2

Editor: Liana Brooks Editing Services

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Interior Formatting: Peachy Keen Author Services

Real Queens fix each other’s crowns.

Kelly & Dena ~ I write strong female friendships because I ground them in ours.

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”

Lao Tzu

Contents

Playlist

1. Murphy

2. Sabrina

3. Murphy

4. Murphy

5. Sabrina

6. Murphy

7. Sabrina

8. Murphy

9. Sabrina

10. Murphy

11. Murphy

12. Sabrina

13. Murphy

14. Sabrina

15. Sabrina

16. Murphy

17. Sabrina

18. Murphy

19. Sabrina

20. Murphy

21. Sabrina

22. Murphy

23. Sabrina

24. Murphy

25. Sabrina

26. Murphy

27. Sabrina

28. Murphy

29. Sabrina

30. Murphy

31. Murphy

32. Murphy

33. Sabrina

34. Murphy

35. Sabrina

36. Murphy

37. Sabrina

38. Murphy

39. Sabrina

40. Murphy

41. Sabrina

42. Murphy

43. Sabrina

44. Murphy

45. Sabrina

46. Murphy

47. Murphy

Epilogue

Acknowledgments

About the Author

Stay Connected With Bella

What’s Next?

Also by Bella Matthews

Playlist

• “Paint the Town Green” – The Script

• “Everybody Talks” – Neon Trees

• “The Times They Are-A-Changin” – Fort Nowhere

• “Someone To You” - BANNERS

• “Best Day Of My Life” American Authors

• “Back Home” – Andy Grammer

• “Be Okay” – Oh Honey

• “Cherry Wine - Live” - Hozier

• “Fire and the Flood” – Vance Joy

• “Come On Get Higher” – Matt Nathanson

• “She Sets The City On Fire” – Gavin DeGraw

• “I’m Born To Run” – American Authors

• “When We Were Young” – The Killers

• “Closer” – Kings of Leon

• “Pony” – Ginuwine

• “Renegades” – X Ambassadors

• “Crazy Love” – Van Morrison

• “Can’t Help Falling In Love” – Ingrid Michaelson

You can find the play list on Spotify - https://spoti.fi/39k4Umq

1

Murphy

“Murphy, are you listening to me? I’m pregnant.”

Not a phrase I thought I’d be hearing tonight.

“Yeah, Murphy, harder.” Or, “Just like that, Murphy.”

Those are the kinds of things I expect to hear when I’m alone in my bedroom with a hot girl. I don’t get too picky about who the words are coming from. Big tits, nice ass, and I’m sold. Short, tall, blonde, brunette, it all works for me. I’m an equal opportunity kind of guy, and I’m all about ensuring everyone involved has a good time. But I’m also a no-strings-attached type of guy.

I’ve got my friends.

I’ve got football.

If I play the next few years right, I have the possibility of a career in the pros, if I decide that’s what I want.

What I don’t have is a girlfriend, or wife, or the ability to take care of myself, let alone a baby. I’m a good cook, but I hate food shopping. I go commando more days than not because I don’t have clean underwear. My roommates and I moved into this house in July, and they’ve been up my ass about leaving dishes in the sink ever since. I like to live in the here and now and not worry about next week, month, or year.

The girl standing in my room is a knockout. Trina’s gotta be five-ten, with blonde hair, blue eyes, legs a mile long, and double D’s that don’t bounce when she moves. She was one of the first girls I hooked up with after we moved in.

We threw a lot of parties in July. Football practice at Kroydon University hadn’t officially started yet, and we were enjoying the freedom that came with our own place. That entire month kinda blends together. Trina was at the first or second party we threw. Maybe it was closer to August.

Fuck. I can’t even remember exactly when we hooked up.

What I do remember is she was extra bendy and extra adventurous. Shit, now I’m at half-mast just thinking about it.

“Murphy, are you listening to me?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I zoned out for a second there, almost forgetting why Trina pulled me into my bedroom in the first place tonight. Sitting down on the bed, I take my green ball cap off and run my fingers through my hair before replacing it. I cringe at my next words because, deep down, I don’t want to know the answer.

“Are you sure you’re pregnant, Trina?”

“Oh my fucking God, Murphy! It’s Tessa, you ass. Not Trina! Why am I surprised? I come here to tell you that I’m pregnant and you don’t even remember my name. Well, listen up, asshole. You had better get your shit together because I peed on two damn sticks today, and they both showed plus signs. I haven’t had my goddamn period in two months, and I will not go home and tell my parents that some asshole who doesn’t even know my name knocked me up. I have an appointment scheduled for next Tuesday with a gynecologist in the city. I wanted you to come with me because I haven’t told anyone else. I don’t need this getting out there and getting back to my family.”

She throws a piece of paper at me. “Sober the fuck up and meet me at that address at four on Tuesday.”

She starts walking out the door, and before I think better of it, I put my foot in my mouth one last time. “I’ve got practice Tuesday afternoon.”

The instant rage that overtakes that pretty face has me remembering an episode of Animal Planet. A gorgeous, sleek jaguar looked docile and content, until it decided to eat its prey and bite through its fucking skull.

Through. Its. Skull.

I think I’m about to get my head pierced.

Fuck.

“Figure. It. Out. Murphy.” Storming