Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“She didn’t ditch me,” I counter. “She got a better offer.” He shakes his head. “I could have taken her SUV if I wanted,” I inform him as he makes it out of the parking lot and some of the fans yell his name. He stops the car, rolling down the window and signing a couple of things before continuing.
“How did you like the game?” he asks me.
“I forgot how much fun it is,” I say honestly.
“It’s only fun because we won.” He chuckles. “It would be a lot different if we lost.”
“Oh, for sure. It brought back lots of memories.”
“Your dad played for LA,” he says and I nod.
“This is where he started,” I state, my chest proud. “Do you know he was traded while he was in rehab?” I add and he gasps. “Yeah, and my uncle Matthew was the one who picked him up and took him to New York.”
“I didn’t know that,” he says and then stops in front of a diner. “That’s wild.” I open the door and step out.
“Yeah, it is,” I agree. “What’s even wilder is, my parents fell in love with each other, and he refused to tell her or even act on it until his one year of sobriety hit.” I wait for him to join me on the sidewalk before walking to the door. He opens it and holds his hand high on the door for me to step in before him. “Only then did he tell her.”
“You can’t fight love,” he declares, looking around at the almost full diner, the only seats are the stools at the counter. “Let’s sit over there,” he mentions at the end.
He sits on the last stool and I sit next to him. A woman comes out to take our order and I order a side of fries and he just looks at me. “I’m stuffed.”
“So then why did you say you wanted to eat?” He turns his stool toward me, his legs opening with mine in between his.
“I figured you were hungry,” I admit to him.
“I would have much preferred to go to my house,” he says and I look around.
“We still can. How about we take it to go?”
“You sure?” he asks me and I just nod my head. He holds up his hand, telling the waitress we are going to take our food to go, and then we make our way to his house.
“We can sit out on the deck. I have heaters.”
He walks into the house and I follow him and halt when I see the cat coming down the hallway and stopping when she sees me. “Well, hello there, Ms. Jefferson.” I bend to pick her up and hold her in my arms.
“She doesn’t like to be held,” he throws over his shoulder.
“She’s purring,” I remark as she looks up at me and I bend to kiss her, but her back paws push my face away. “Well, she lets me hold her,” I say, putting her down as I follow him into the house and out to the back patio. I hear the sound of the waves hitting the beach, but all I can see is blackness. He turns on the heaters before tossing his bag of food onto the table by the L-shaped oversized couch in the corner.
I sit down and watch him take off his jacket and toss it to the side before rolling up his sleeves. “So what’s new?” he asks me, taking a bite of the burger.
I sit back and turn my body to him, putting one leg up and even turning my hips to face him. “I have to talk to my lawyer tomorrow.” He stops chewing after I say what I have to say.
“Why?”
“Trent offered me twelve million dollars to sign an NDA forbidding me from speaking about us and our relationship.”
“Of course he did,” he mumbles, taking another bite. “Do you want to do it?”
“I don’t know,” I answer him. “In a way I don’t, because fuck him and trying to silence me again, but then again twelve million is twelve million.” I trail off. “I don’t want to though.”
“Then fuck it, don’t,” he encourages. “Actually, I’ll give you thirteen million bucks to be the one to tell him that you aren’t taking it and to fuck off.”
I bite my lower lip thinking of how much Trent would fucking die if that happened. “My lawyer thinks I should.” He smirks, making my mouth water.
“You know what that means? Time for you to get another lawyer.” I throw my head back and laugh.
“I was thinking the exact thing,” I admit to him, “but for that I’m going to have to call in my cousin Stone’s wife, and well, again, I’ll have to turn to my family.”
He tosses his half-eaten burger down. “You know that is what family is there for, right?” he states. “It’s a give and take. What would you do if the roles were reversed?”