Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
"I feel selfish for not wanting to give up anything important," I whisper. "I want to be right here with you. And I want to be there too."
"You aren't giving up anything, butterfly," he says quietly. "You think I'd let you do that? I'll fly out to as many shows as possible. We'll figure out ways to make it work. You won't be on tour forever, and I won't be in the middle of a season forever. It may not be easy, but it'll be worth it. We'll make it work until you're back in my bed full-time, where you belong."
"Really?" I whisper. "You'd fly out for me?"
"Butterfly," he groans. "You weren't listening, were you? There isn't a fucking thing I won't do for you. I know what it's like to live without you now. I'm not going back there. Not ever."
"I don't want to go back there either. I missed you so damn much, Teo. Every single day, I missed you."
"Christ, I wish I was there right now to hold you."
"Thirty-six hours," I whisper.
"Yeah. Thirty-six hours." He mutters a curse. "I hope you're ready for me, baby. When I get home, you aren't leaving the bed for at least as long as I'm gone."
"What about food?"
"Oh, I have something I'll feed you, Nadia."
I moan softly, pressing my legs together.
"In fact, I'll feed it to you over and over again…"
Wicked, wicked man.
"Yes," I moan.
He chuckles through a groan. "Fuck. I can't think about feeding you my cock right now. We have to practice soon. My dick is already hard."
"That's your own fault."
"Nah, baby. It's definitely yours."
I grin, willing to take the blame. Or the credit. Same difference.
"You good now? Feel settled with your decision?" he asks.
"Yeah, I think so." I bite my lip. "That's a lie. I'm excited, Teo! Really freaking excited. We're really going to do this?"
"Yeah, we are, baby. And you should be excited. You've worked your ass off for this, and you deserve every bit of success."
"Thank you," I whisper and then pause, licking my lips. "Um, we talked about something else today."
"Yeah? What was it?"
"It was–"
"Shit. Hold that thought, butterfly," he grumbles as someone knocks on his door. He shuffles around and then I hear him speaking to someone, their voices faint. A second later, he comes back on the line, sighing. "Butterfly? I'm sorry, but I gotta go. Coach is demanding we head out now. Can we pick this up later?"
"Yeah," I hurry to say.
"You sure? If it's important, I don't mind pissing him off. He'll forgive me."
It is important, but he's already in enough trouble. He doesn't need more right now. What I have to say can wait. Hell, maybe it should, anyway. It's probably best to tell him the things he doesn't know when we're face to face, right?
Obviously, it is. I'm just a coward. Hurting him is the last thing I want to do, and I'm freaking terrified this might break him.
"It can wait, Teo. Go to practice." I pause. "I love you."
"I love you too, butterfly. More than life."
Chapter Twelve
Teo
"Yo, Kirby."
I glance up from the fifty-yard line as I take my position on the field to find Alec Germaine smirking at me. I sigh heavily.
"Great. I guess we're doing this shit again."
Every damn game, they try to piss me off. I'm the weak link, the chink in our defenses, and goddammit, they know it. They count on it. And they come for me like clockwork.
"You and the pop star, huh?" he says, waggling his brows. "When did you start hitting that?"
"Right after I finished with your mom."
His smirk slips, his eyes narrowing.
"Any other questions?" I ask.
"Yeah, just one."
His teammate, Rory Saunderson, elbows him in the ribs, trying to get him to shut up. Like Aldersgate, Germaine doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut, though. He lives to talk shit.
"Does she suck as well as she sings? Because I'd love to know if she can hold her breath on my cock as long as she can hold a note."
I clench my fists, taking a step toward him. Tyson catches my gaze, shaking his head.
"Nadia," he mouths.
Fuck. Nadia.
If I lay this prick out now, she'll be the one who pays for it. It won't just be my name all over the news at the end of the game. It'll be hers. And I've already broken one promise to her in my life. I won't break another. Not for this motherfucker. Not ever.
I take a breath, unclenching my hands.
"Jealous, Germaine?" I ask. "I got your mom and the biggest star in the world…and all you've got is half my pay rate, a bum knee, and last I heard, more alimony than you can afford to pay."
He scowls at me.
"Honestly, it's no wonder your wife left your sorry ass left you for your former teammate, and you can't find a replacement willing to take you. I wouldn't want a disgusting prick like you near me, either."