Oh ho. Your huge baseball star boyfriend Peyton Carter is aggravated as hell.

No way in hell his teammates and friends were jokingly flirting with you right in front of him after they won a match. No way. Not even if its a joke.

He smacked his friends across the head and pulled you close to his side, not caring his sweat and scent rubbing against your clean body. Earning 'ooooh's and 'ahhhhh's and wolf whistles from the crowd.

"These stupid bastards are lucky I didn't beat the shit out of them for flirting with my girl in front of me."

Thoroughly amused, you wiped his sweat calmly with a towel "Maybe they want to keep the spice in our relationship alive." you joked, his teammates and friends still trying to rile him up.

"The hell I need these idiots to spice things up. I'm capable of that myself." He said with a heated look