Roan King is certainly lying low these days. Not sure what's going on with him. Is our guy just focused on winning more football games for Barnett or is it something more? If anyone has insider knowledge, please post! KingOfCampus.comDad settles at the kitchen table with a beer in hand. He clears his throat before saying, "I'm proud of you, Ivy. For you to be selected at this audition is a big deal."My gaze slides to his in surprise. "Thanks." A moment later, my attention returns to the tall glass of water I've spent the better part of twenty minutes staring at before admitting, "I wasn't sure you would be happy about this...about dropping out of college."He takes a deep breath before slowly releasing it. "I've always thought finishing up your degree was important. I wanted you to be able to get a good job and have something solid and dependable to fall back on, something with job security if dancing didn't work out."I focus on him as he continues. It sounds suspicio
His gaze flicks away for a moment before arrowing back to mine. "The three of us were happy. We had a good life. It was devastating when your mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. But I thought, okay-we're going to beat this. She's a fighter."I hate thinking about that particular time. How hard the chemo was on her. How sick my mom would get. The failed treatment plans. Always living for the next set of test results. Always worried about what tomorrow would bring. Then sitting by helplessly as she slowly deteriorated. Becoming weaker. Frail. Until she was a pale shadow of the vibrant, outgoing woman she'd once been.He slides a hand roughly through his peppered hair as his eyes take on a glassy, faraway look. "It was difficult to watch. Hard to realize, and then accept, that the treatments weren't working, and we were losing the battle."My heart cracks wide open as I silently listen to him talk about such a painful period in both our lives. At least he's opening u
Sources confirm that Roan's ex-girlfriend has left Barnett. Does this mean we'll finally get our favorite player back? The one who has all the girls on campus happily dropping their panties with one sexy smile aimed in their direction? Here's hoping so... KingOfCampus.comToday, like the last week and a half of my life, has sucked major ass. Thank god, it's almost over. My gym bag is slung over my shoulder. I can't sit around that goddamn apartment one more moment.Thoughts of Ivy are pounding through my brain like a vicious headache.That and the fucking mistake I made in letting her go in the first place. But what else could I do? Hold her back from making a go of her dreams?Nah...no matter how much I love her, I couldn't do that.I plow an agitated hand through my hair and click the key fob to unlock the doors of my truck. I swear I had to stop myself about ten different times from jumping into my vehicle and taking off to see her.Of course, I want her to follow he
Was there anyone who doubted, even for a moment, that Roan King, Barnett's very own king of campus, wouldn't turn pro this year? Nope...don't think so. The man is a total god. Barnett won't be the same without him. Farewell, RK, we'll still have Sunday afternoons during football season... KingOfCampus.comJuneMy feet ache as I ride the elevator up to the twentieth floor. I'm used to it now. The rehearsal schedule for the CBC is just as demanding as I imagined it would be. Every muscle in my body has been completely worked over and the thought of soaking in a hot bath sounds like absolute bliss right now.I was hoping to make it home earlier tonight so I could cook dinner, but practice ran longer than expected. We're in the middle of learning new choreography. The entire week has been grueling. I've been with the Cincinnati Ballet for more than six months now. Rehearsals are long and expectations are a mile high. Perfection is the standard. If you can't hack it, you ca
Ladies, and a few guys as well, ;) keep those Roan King sightings pouring in. Especially the ones of him at football practice. Hot, sweaty, with an extra shot of gorgeous is exactly how I take my Roan King. Don't mind me while I type away with one hand... KingOfCampus.com"Honey," I holler at the top of my lungs before kicking the door shut, "I'mmmm home!"Those words are met with a loud shriek as Lexie flies around the corner before hurtling her small curvy body at me. I'm given roughly two seconds to drop my bags in anticipation of impact. She's lucky I have fairly decent-The breath gets knocked out of me as we both go crashing to the floor.Apparently, reflexes are no match when that much force and weight are careening toward you at the speed of light. Physics, I'm guessing, is exactly how I end up sprawled on my back with my best friend and roommate spread out on top of me in our brand-spanking-new apartment. There's a completely manic light filling her big brown eyes.
Hang onto your panties, ladies, because Roan King is kicking off the first day of the fall semester by stripping off his shirt...and yeah, it's definitely a majestic sight to behold. Is it possible that he's even more ripped and gorgeous than last year? Someone hand me a napkin, I'm starting to drool over here... KingOfCampus.comHow could I have forgotten that jet lag is a total bitch?It should really be called ass lag or maybe even ass drag would be a more accurate description because my ass is literally dragging on the ground and it's only nine fifty in the morning. I have a whole freaking day stretched out ahead of me.Oh god, that thought makes me want to weep.I want to lie down right here in the middle of campus and cry.And no amount of highly caffeinated beverages seems to be helping with that affliction either. I've been steadily pouring them down my throat since I pried open my blurry eyes this morning. My fingers are tightly wrapped around drink number three as w
Someone must have chiseled this guy from marble. It takes everything within me not to reach out and stroke my fingers over him. Because that's exactly what I want to do.And maybe lick him as well.Yes...I definitely want to run my tongue over his lustworthy pectorals. And those abs...Six pack?Ha!Try an eight pack on for size.This guy's definition is literally amazing.As someone who uses their body for artistic expression, I can appreciate the utter beauty of a well sculpted form.God, can I..."See something you like, gorgeous?"Even when that cocksure tone hits my ears, I can't stop my eyes from eating him up. He uses the now wadded T-shirt to wipe away some of the wetness that has trickled down his stomach.Yes, I'm definitely feeling woozy.And it's not the jet lag that has my brain taking a mental pause either.As much as I'm having my very own private moment with this guy's amazing body, I can't help but become aware of the catcalls and whistles coming fro
A proposition of a sexual nature from the likes of Roan King...I accept! KingOfCampus.comWith my head bent forward, my caramel-colored hair falls over my face like a thick curtain, shielding it from view. Tapping my foot nervously, I wait until Mr. abs of steel swaggers his way up front to speak with the professor. As I'm about to make a break for it, he saunters back to his desk before picking up his backpack and strolling out the door like he has all the time in the world.I have no idea how he was brought up to speed so quickly on what he missed. Regardless, I just want to put as much distance as I can between Roan King and myself. Once he's gone, my whole body deflates. I think as time goes by, he'll forget about the whole iced-coffee-spilling-fiasco. Or, at the very least, he won't remember me specifically as the one who caused it. That's my hope. And I'm going to cling to it until proven wrong.Other than the professor who is reading through some papers at the front