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Who's Playing You (In The Nick of Time, Book 1) by Moxie Reins releases next week. Check out this sneak peek!
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Excerpt:
The depths of my betrayal deepen even further.
I take a fortifying breath, keeping my cool and keeping my whole confident-Diva personality in check. I nudge Papas’s shoulder, knowing I’m about to fuck over my best friend, “You sweating yet, Golden Boy?” I say like the two-faced mother fucker that I am and grin at him to boot.
God! If he ever finds out, him or Nick, they’ll fucking choke me until the last breath leaves my pathetic, back-stabbing body. Then they’d probably set my corpse on fire after pissing on me.
He smirks in return, none the wiser, “Nope. Just radiating calm professionalism.”
“More like radiating product endorsement deals,” Loving mutters from the seat next to us as he straightens his cufflinks. “Dude’s been signed to three cologne contracts and the ink’s not even dry yet.”
Papas fires back, “You’re just jealous you smell like Axe and poor decisions.”
Loving, ever the cocky asshole he is grins and replies, “You’re damn right I am.”
We can’t but laugh at the antics, this is how it’s always been between us. But at this point, it all feels fake to me. I’m a fraud. The three of us are aware of San Francisco's interest in all three of us, and that was the dream. Always has been. But this is the motherfucking Draft! There’s no telling what might happen. Deals and trades can be made at the very last second, and so I had hedged every conversation between the three of us with that fact specifically.
Planting seeds of doubt. Preparing for what I told them might happen. Because nothing was for certain.
Except what I knew was about to happen. And it was time for me to put my game face on. I was a fan-fucking-tastic actor. I’d been honing my acting skills for years now. The media, my teammates, my fellow students at ZU, they all thought they had me figured out. But truth be told, the only thing they knew was what I wanted them to know.
And right now, all I wanted my two best friends and their families, along with my family, and everyone watching this Draft to know was that I was so surprised and shocked to go to the team that would pick me. With that swirling in my head and running through my pre-orchestrated plan, the Commissioner made his way to the podium to begin the 2025 draft.
Papas’s leg bounces so bad that I’m sure it’ll cause a Tsunami on the other side of the planet. Forget butterfly wings and their ripple effect, Papas’s leg anxiety is sure to do some damage. But not as much damage as I’m about to…
With that the Commissioner says, “With the first overall pick of the 2025 NFL Draft… the New York Rage select… Nick Soba, Quarterback, Zeiders University of Arkansas.”
My reaction is Oscar-worthy.
My parents and Nadine are on their feet, jumping up and down, hugging each other. Nick looks half shocked, half pissed in the seat across from me, while Nik’s jaw is still on the ground and his right hand is permanently stuck in his hair - where it’s holding up his forehead.
“Whaaat the actual fuuuuuck,” Loving hisses out as I start to stand. He steps to me, forcing a smile for the spectators and cameras, and bro-hugs me while whispering in my ear, “What in the fucking fuck just happened?”
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