A Busy Man

Demyan 

"Why doesn't he like you? Did you say something to him?" I raised my eyebrow knowing my brother extremely well.

"I know I'm a jerk," he grinned, "But I'm mature enough to know not to bring that into work. He's just hated me since I was a junior player. It's like my face pisses him off. Maybe he also thinks I'm only on the team because our daddy is rich."

I let out a huff, "Seeing you play will kill off any talk like that."

"Well I still don't understand it," he shrugged. "Let's not talk about Connor anymore. I've stressed myself into oblivion thinking about him."

I was about to answer him when our conversation was interrupted. A blonde bombshell with long legs and a curvy body stood by our table. Her thick blonde hair was lightly curled and matched the golden tight figure hugging dress she wore. Six inch heels decorated her feet and makeup dusted her face.