Chapter 3 Memories Of Last Night

Asher's POV

I woke up to my butt hurting like I had been slammed into throughout the night. My head hurt like someone was hitting a hammer on it and I couldn't help but groan in pain.

I opened my eyes but snapped it shut immediately, the bright light nearly blinding me.

“Shit…” I muttered, opening my eyes again and when my eyes finally adjusted to the light, I blinked, realizing I was back in my dorm.

How did I get here last night?

I groaned at the harsh pounding in my head as I tried to get out of bed, but my legs gave way, and I fell straight to the ground. My legs were so sore, making me frown in confusion as I tried to sit up but winced when my butt came in contact with the floor.

Then the memories rushed through my head like images and my heart stopped.

I remembered Roman blackmailing me with the video of us kissing, and then I made my way back to the dorm and…

“If you're gonna fuck me, then do it and leave me alone. Don't blackmail me.”

“Oh? Fine then. Take off your clothes.”

I was drunk. I took off my clothes. And then…

I winced as my head started to hurt even more but it didn't stop me from remembering what happened last night.

“Roman, please…”

“You're my pretty boy, aren't you?”

I grabbed my hair in frustration as I let out a shout of frustration, wanting to slam my head against the wall. I messed up so bad. I let him touch me, let him do things to me. And even though I didn't remember everything that happened last night, with the way my legs were sore and my butt was hurting, I knew he definitely fucked me.

That asshole took advantage of me when I was drunk.

Not only did he blackmail me into doing what he wanted but he did it when I was drunk. I felt so irritated that I wanted to punch something so badly.

So despite the pain I felt in my legs and ass, I dragged myself off the floor and made my way out of the dorm. I tried not to limp as I walked, ignoring the fact that I just got fucked by a man against my will.

I made my way to the rink where I was sure he would be, and just as I thought, he was sitting with his friends, laughing about something. My heart skipped when he turned to me and I watched him whisper something to his friends that had them bursting into laughter as they stared at me.

That was the height of it.

I made my way to them and Roman stood up, crossing his arms over his chest as he approached me, a smug look on his face.

“Missed me so much already?” He asked and I clenched my hands into fists and punched him, hard. He was caught off guard, so he stumbled backward, but I was not done.

I tackled him to the ground and hit him once again, fuming with the thought of him taking advantage of me.

“You fucking asshole! I'll make you pay!” I yelled, wanting to hit again but someone held my hand from behind and dragged me off him.

“Are you insane? What the fuck are you talking about?” He asked, feigning innocence as he stood up and wiped his bleeding nose.

“You know very well what I'm talking about, you fucking pervert!” I yelled again, trying to break free but he scoffed, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Are you always such an attention seeker?” He asked and my blood ran cold.

“Attention seeker? You were the one who took advantage—”

“What the hell is going on here?” I heard my coach say and I stiffened, trying to calm myself down as I placed my hand down.

“Asher suddenly showed up and attacked Roman.” Someone said and I almost scoffed.

“Asher? I warned you both to keep your stupid rivalry out of the campus but you decided to attack him for no reason?” He asked and I bowed my head in shame, unable to defend myself.

“Both of you, in my office now.” He ordered and I let out a sigh of defeat as I made my way to his office with Roman following behind me.

If I could, I'd strangle him. A punch wasn't enough.

We walked into the office, but it was empty, so I took a seat far away from Roman, knowing that I'd attack him again if he was close to me.

“What's your problem?” Roman suddenly asked after a moment of silence and I scoffed, looking at him in disbelief.

“What's my problem? Who's the asshole who took advantage of me last night because I was drunk?”

“You threw yourself at me.” He replied, crossing his arms over his chest. “You enjoyed every bit of what happened last night and you fucking begged me for more. Why are you blaming me now?”

My face burned at the thought of begging him for something so sensual.

“That gave you no right to fuck me, you asshole!” I yelled and he frowned, looking at me in confusion.

“What are you talking—”

The door opened and we both immediately went silent as the coach walked inside the office along with a woman I recognized a little too well.

Roman's mom.

“Asher, must you disgrace me all the time?” The coach asked and I let out a sigh of despair as I shook my head.

“I'm sorry, Father,” I muttered and he scoffed in disappointment.

No one in the school knew that I was Coach Jordan's son. And I wanted to keep it that way because I got on the team fair and square.

“Mom, why are you here?” Roman asked, his brows furrowed in confusion and I frowned too. Why was she here?

“I have something important to tell you. Both of you, actually.” She said and I frowned even more. “Here isn't the ideal place, but you both won't stop fighting, so we've decided to tell you now.”

We? What was going on?

“Coach Jordan and I are getting married.” She announced and I shot out of my seat in shock, unable to believe my ears.

“What?”