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An Alpha Bad Boy Billionaire Sport Romance
By
Jess Winters
Contents:
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Copyright © 2017 by Jess Winters
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A steamy romantic ‘bad boy’ book revolving around the forbidden love between an athlete and a publicist. The two indulge in an intense love that disrupts their lives in more ways than one.
Steven is well known all over the city for his ways and his erratic, scrupulous reputation. Kate is a collected, independent and stable woman who can’t seem to get over him. She is madly in love and wants him all to herself.
With the world against them and the nature of the love between them, the two have it rough, but will external forces make their internal forces fade?
Characters
Kate Bersat – Publicist
Steven Wilson – Quarterback of the Atlanta Bulls (Athlete)
Rose – Kate’s best friend (Lawyer)
Mr. Bersat – Kate’s father (Coach of the Atlanta Bulls)
Mr. Sutter – Kate’s boss
Seeing him all over her made me die a million deaths inside. I didn’t like how his hand was glued to her thigh, and how he kept whispering sweet nothings into her ear. But I knew the rules; I was not supposed to care. Rose, my best friend, was right next to me and from the look on her face, I could tell that she didn’t like the pathetic display either.
“What did you ever see in that guy Kate?” she went on to ask, rolling her eyes.
“I wish I knew the answer to that too.”
“Well, it is a good thing you dumped his ass.,”
The look on her face was almost hilarious but it felt good that she was on my side. Although she did not know the whole truth, I was uneasy, but had a brave face on.
“I am sorry, is he making you uncomfortable?” Rose asked, after looking in his direction again “We could always leave.”
“Girl, we have talked about this concert all week. I can’t leave because of my asshole ex.”
Rose smiled excitedly at that, and I knew that she was not going to exit the premises willingly anytime soon. The Homeboys rock concert was the only thing we were looking forward to. I knew the Bulls would show up for the concert, but a little birdie had mentioned something about a certain person being engaged for the weekend. And by little birdie I meant Steven, my Prince Charming. I drew in a deep breath after looking in his direction again and noticed the ice queen that he was with. She looked happy in my man’s arms but the rules were clear, engraved with blood in my mind.
“I have never liked this girl,” Rose said above the noise, as she pointed to the pretty teenager singing her heart away and gyrating her behind to the rhythm of the music. Her words made me divert my attention away from my ex, and I went on to look at the teenager curtain raising for the homeboy’s rock band. Her makeup was overdone and her dress looked too mature. Her stylist and publicist definitely needed to be sued for misrepresentation.
“Be still my heart,” I muttered, and went on to nod my head to the music. I was there to have fun and Steven would not ruin my night. A loud screeching scream escaped from Rose’s throat that made me partially deaf. I covered my ears immediately but let out an encouraging smile for her to scream more regardless. She handed me my favorite vodka concoction before screaming some more in a louder tune.
“Drink up love,” she gestured to the bottle and went on to jump up and down to the same teenager she had earlier stated her dislike for.
“I have a feeling you started drinking way before this party.”
“Am I that obvious?” she asked cheekily
I had momentarily forgotten about my Steven in the crowd with his hand up another woman’s skirt, but the deejay reminded me soon after.
“Here is to the Bulls in the house,” he spoke into the mike. A spotlight immediately circled Steven and his trophy girl. They both waved to the crowd dutifully and so did the teammates who were seated next to them. My feet went cold as I listened to what the crowd mimed after they waved.
“Kiss kiss kiss kiss.” They raved on, asking the sweet couple to exchange a passionate kiss in front of everyone. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, I did not want that woman’s lips on my man but there was nothing I could do. If my heart was made of glass, the clattering sound it would make after Steven kissed her would cause an earthquake of sorts. But no one cared about my feelings, only the applause and sounds of joy and seductive whistles echoing through the air.
The liquid slid down my throat as I welcomed the burning bitter sensation of the vodka.
“That’s the spirit,” Rose encouraged, and let out a wider smile as I took another gulp.
“Don’t hog it all,” she warned then, and took the bottle from my hand. The homeboys were now on stage but their good music could not delete the image of Steven kissing another girl so easily. I danced, screamed, drunk vodka and danced some more but it was all futile. I wanted to cry, a twinge of jealousy circling my throat that threatened tears to come streaming down.
“Washroom break,” I whispered in Rose’s ear. Her eyes were shut tight but her hands were high up in the air swaying to the beat. She simply nodded my way and after asking to keep her phone close to her, I walked to the ladies.
My feet felt heavy as I walked on. There were different women dressed skimpily as I walked and I wished that I too could be in the same carefree headspace. The toilet was crowded as usual; two were occupied and all we could hear from the other side were sex noises.
“Want some?” A short, round dyke asked me and pointed to a few strips of cocaine sprawled next to the toilet sink.
“No thank you.”
My response was polite, but the sneer that came over her face after I declined her offer slightly shocked me.
“Do not judge me.”
I raised my hands in midair and tilted my head to the right in a pitiful defense. I truly had no intention of judging her, only perhaps her choice of location. I only wanted to pee and my bladder was not giving me any peace. The queues to the only available toilets were long, but I had no choice. My phone vibrated in my jeans pocket. That didn’t help. I crossed one leg in front of the other and tried to hold it all in.
My hand hurriedly took out my phone from the jeans pocket to read the text message that had come through.
“Sorry.”
I pursed my lips angrily and clenched it in a fist. It was not Rose texting me from the crowd and the kissing image replayed itself in my mind again. Ignoring him was the best option but another text came through just as I had suspected.
“Right outside.”
Now these words confused me. The queue to the toilet cubicle was moving along and so was the pressure on my bladder.
“Where?”
I texted back to be clarify his whereabouts.
“Ladies.”
I moved a few more steps to the cubicle and patiently waited my turn. The other ‘occupied’ cubicles were getting louder. I took another step as the queue moved along and initially ignored the next text that came through.
“Waiting on you.”
“Go away,” I answered almost immediately “I don’t want to see you.”
“You know you do.”
I grinded my teeth after reading his answer and realizing he was right, I wanted to see him. I needed to see him. He had a lot of explaining to do and even though I knew what he would say, I still deserved more than an apology. The door finally swung open and I strutted into the cubicle to relieve myself. The pee gushed out almost immediately but thanks heavens, it did not spill anywhere else but in the bowl.
“What is taking you so long?” He texted again while I sat on the toilet bowl. His impatience got me slightly vexed but I held it in, I was not going to indulge him. But that was the voice of reason talking; it was however drowned out by the vodka that I had gulped down while dancing earlier on.
“Go back to her, leave me the hell alone,” I texted angrily and did not forget to add an angry looking emoticon at the end of the sentence. I was no longer in a hurry to get back to Rose but knew that she was having a good time regardless.
The dyke and her strips of cocaine had left the premises which made me regret why I did not sniff on some as well. I stood next to the mirror and waited for his next text.
“Don’t make me come in there Kate.”
These words turned me on and made me squirm in a twisted kind of way. I knew he was not bluffing, he never bluffed he loved getting his way and he always did.
“Go away,” I texted back.
“Countdown,” he warned.
My mind immediately made it with him and with every mention of the next number I drew in a sharp breathe and felt extremely nervous.
“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3...” The door swung open and true to his word, he walked into the ladies’ room looking wickedly handsome with a ‘I don’t care’ kind of attitude. He spotted me almost immediately and took calculated footsteps to where I was standing.
“Steven Lewis!” A few drunken girls recognized him when he strolled in and echoed his name in awe and giggles. He did not give them any attention, but went on to stroll to where I was and only stopped when he could feel my breath on his massive chest.
“What do you want?”
“You know what I want.” His voice was seductive which sent me back to two days earlier where we had made love in his car late in the night.
“Your girl is waiting.”
“You know that is simply a publicity stunt.”
“The kiss didn’t look like a stunt to me.”
“Jealous?” He asked, with a naughty smile playing on his lips. The proud look he had on was to some point disgusting and I secretly asked myself – and not for the first time - why I was in love with Steve Wilson, quarter back of the Atlanta Bulls.
“You should not be walking into ladies’ rooms if you are so worried about your image, someone may catch this on camera.”
“I don’t care.”
I was almost happy when he said those words, but the look in his eyes told me something else. The bastard was high on cocaine; he always felt bullet proof and acted scandalous (more so than usual) when high.
“Where did you park your car?” I asked him, and started to search his pockets for any sign of his car keys.
“Just a little bit lower,” he answered teasingly, when my hands landed at the top of his blue jeans next to his pelvis. My phone vibrated again, it was back in my jeans pocket and I knew Rose must be getting worried.
“I need to go,” I answered as I took out my phone and saw Rose’s text “You need to get back as well, before your girl gets worried.”
“What time are you heading back home?”
“I don’t know.”
“I want to be with you tonight.” All of a sudden, he took me into his arms. His rough hands rested on my behind before squeezing it and giving it a light spank.
“I don’t know,” I answered “I am not working tomorrow, very late I am guessing.”
“Leave the back door open for me,” he said.
“No”
“Please,” he begged, and took a few more steps towards me. He planted a longing kiss on my lips before pulling away and giving me a wink. The man was always foolhardy a thing I had gotten used to with time. I was going to heed his words and leave the door open. I knew that for sure. His electric touch still lingered on my behind, and his scent danced seductively in my nostrils. I wanted him, even if he treated me like shit and took my love for granted. I could not resist the thought of spending the entire night with him.
My phone vibrated again and this time Rose was calling.
“What is taking you so long? Did you drown in there?”
“Coming,” was all that I said. But my mind replayed the rough longing kiss that still lingered on my mouth. I was going to give him the ride of his life when he later came to my bed - riding him like a stolen car and showing no mercy.
A knock on my door announced my boss’s presence. I sat up almost immediately and looked at him straight in the eye. He was holding something in his hand and from the look on his face, he was not pleased at all. I racked my mind trying to think what I had done wrong but could not come up with anything.
“Good morning Kate,” he said, and promptly invited himself to take a seat opposite me.
“Morning Mr. Sutter,” I smiled back.
“How are you doing this morning, Kate?”
“I am well sir, thank you for asking...,” I answered with the same smile plastered on my face. I needed him to tell me why he was in my office - the anxiety was unnerving.
“I take it you have not heard.”
“Heard about what?”
He placed the tablet right in front of me and I dared to have a look at it with the same smile still on my face. My heart froze as the blood in my veins turned ice cold. I was staring at a photo of Steven and I kissing in the club’s bathroom at the homeboy’s concert.
“Steven Wilson, the bathroom playboy,” were the words that headed our photo in blood red colors. I drew in a deep breath and looked at Mr. Sutter who was still waiting for an explanation. I couldn’t tell whether he was mad or not, as he had a very interesting and unreadable look on his face.
“Look sir, I can explain,” I began to stammer. I was not sure how exactly I would explain myself to him, but I was immediately interrupted by him asking a very confusing question.
“You know Steven Wilson personally and you have never cared to mention that to me?”
“I just didn’t think it was something you would be interested in.”.”
“Look around you Kate, this is a publishing company. Image is everything, knowing the right people at the right places are what we need to keep going. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It is complicated, sir.”
“Really now?”
“Yes it is,” I answered and gazed at the tablet still glued to my hand. We looked good together, and if my boss was making such a big deal about the photo he should have witnessed how the rest of the night had went. I bit my lower lip and reached for my cell phone.
“I will fix this,”,” I assured him and went on to dial a few numbers. I however paused when I saw that Mr. Sutter had not budged.
“Tell you what,”,” he said, leaning back in his seat before crossing one leg over the other. “I want you to sign him.”.”
“You want me to sign Steven Wilson as a client with our firm?” I couldn’t hide the shock in my voice.
“You know him personally. Why the hell not?”
“That might be impossible.”
“There is a promotion waiting on you in the winds if you do. ,”And a mighty large bonus.”.”
This was black mail. Mr. Sutter was waving a promotion in my face if I signed my secret lover as a client at his firm.
“I have never known you to turn down a challenge, Kate,” he said and slowly got to his feet after which he buttoned up his suit jacket and buried his left hand in his pocket before heading towards the door.
“What if I don’t?” I asked bravely, just before he pushed my door open.
“It’s either Steve Wilson or a whale that swims in the same circle Kate. You are hard worker. I would hate to lose you.”
I wasn’t sure if it was a threat, because he was very subtle about it. He left me alone to my thoughts in my office, with the phone still in my hand. I dialed Steven next. I needed to know what he thought about the photo. It called a few times but no one picked which made me feel very nervous. I got to my feet and began pacing around my office wondering what to do next. The weekend had been crazy, and though drunk, I did not regret meeting with Steven and sharing a kiss with him either. Rose’s call was inevitable and I picked it up, feeling queasy about not telling her that I had ran into Steven in the ladies room.
“Kate Maria Bersat,” she shouted in my ear “What the hell is going on?”
“I take it you have seen the photo?” I asked in a low voice, placing one hand on my hip. My heart was pounding very fast in my chest as I thought about the extent of the damage control I had to put in place to fix the mess.
“Like hell yeah,”,” she answered “From what I see, this kiss took place on the night of the concert. Did you guys get naughty in the ladies room? Is that why you took so long in there?”
“Yes,” I answered meekly. For the first time in a very long and rare time, the tabloids were right about everything. Steven and I were canoodling in the ladies room while her girlfriend waited on him in the club.
“I am sorry I did not tell you.”.”
“Forget me,” Rose said “Are you okay, this cannot get out in your line of work.”
Her words took me back to the conversation I had had earlier with my boss only moments before.
“I know, a publicist should never be caught up in a scandal,” I answered.
“I am late for a court session,” Rose went on “Let’s catch up later over dinner.”
“Alright.”.”
“Kate,”,” she called out soon after “If anyone can spin this, you can.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
The line went dead and I was back to square one. I tried calling Steven one more time, but he was still not picking his phone. I sat back on my desk and went through my computer in search of the tabloids that had our picture in it. It was not hard to find; the photo was in four different tabloids, all having nothing but nasty things to say. Most of them were calling me random and simple. If only they knew the true story but I could not pay them any mind. Rose was right. I had to spin this and had to spin it fast. Working in a management company was never easy. I was constantly fighting for a seat at the table with the other managers and publicists but I was good.
However unlike other crisis I had managed to spin, this was a bit tricky because I was emotionally invested. A call came through for me as the wheels of innovation kept moving in my head and for a very good reason, I decided to ignore it. I leaned back in my chair and looked at the photo again. Why couldn’t the press see the chemistry and passion between us? And just like that, I had found a way to spin it without looking trashy and simple. It wouldn’t come out squeaky clean, but it would do for now.
“Tracy, come in here,” were the words I spoke on the phone to one of the interns at the firm who adored me and literally worshiped the ground that I walked on. She was in my office in well under five minutes. She was always prompt; a quality that I admired in her.
“Yes Miss Bersat.” She answered with her tablet held firmly in my hand.
“What is trending, Tracy?”
A confused look covered her face after I asked her the question, and she was hesitant to answer.
“Today, Tracy.”
“The photo with you and the Atlantic Bulls quarter back is trending.”
“Have you thought of ways to spin it?”
She swallowed hard and avoided eye contact with me before gaining her confidence almost immediately.
“On any normal occasion...,”,” she began. “...we would trash the girl make her look like a crazy fun who was all over the quarter back. But in this case, you are a very respectable publicist and any bad press would ruin your reputation.”
“What is the first rule in this business, Tracy.”
“No press is bad press.”.”
“Good girl.”.”
“Now we need to spin this,” I said and sat up in my chair, feeling and looking confident.
“First things first. I need you to get me Stay Lynn’s number.”
Tracy stood rooted to the ground, and for a quick second I thought she hadn’t heard my request - not until she spoke up.
“Stacy Lynn, ma’am?”
“Did I stutter?”
“Stacy Lynn?” She asked it again with the confusion still on her face “The woman who was at the concert with Steven Wilson while you were kissing him in the bathroom....”
“Exactly.”
She turned on her heel and did not ask any questions. I could hear her make a few calls out in the hallway as I gazed at the computer screen at our photo again. I wondered if Steven had any recollection of that moment. He never remembered his actions when high. My speculation was interrupted when Tracy walked back into my office with a number roughly scribbled on a piece of paper.
“Here it is.”
“Thank you.”
“Is there anything else you would like me to do for you?”
“Yes,” I answered firmly. “I would like you to tweet about this picture.”
“What would you like me to say?”
“That Steven and I are old friends who shortly dated and were simply reminiscing on the past.”
I then got to my feet, and swung my handbag on my left arm. I straightened the folds of my dress and started walking towards the door.
“I would also like you to be on standby with your camera when I need you.”
“Where are you going?”
“To meet with Stacy Lynn for lunch.”
“Won’t you call her first?”
“Why would I do that?” I asked before walking out my office and straight to the elevator in the hallway. I tried calling Steven one more time, but it was futile. His unresponsive nature was making me weary. However his silence would not stop me from making any damage control and once I got to the ground floor, I headed straight to my car. I ignored the strange and somewhat envious looks that I got from some of my colleagues and drove off to try and make things right.
Stacy Lynn was my next target from what I had read so far she was only beauty with no brains. And I knew just where to find her thanks to her obvious tweets about her whereabouts. The traffic was crazy as I drove on. I crossed my fingers and hoped I would get her at said photo shoot. Being with Stephen had gotten her a few high profile gigs, and playing this the wrong way would cause her new fountain of work to dry up.
“You cannot be here,” one of the security guys told me as soon as I got to the photo shoot. “This is a closed set.”
“Tell Stacy Lynn Kate Bersat is here for her,”,” I said in an authoritative voice. The kind I used when I was on a kicking ass mission. He hesitated for a minute before giving me a warning look and walking into the room only to return moments later to let me in.
All eyes were on me when I walked in but I didn’t mind, it was all expected. Some were envious and others were attacking me within their minds. If only they knew where Steven’s heart belonged. It was definitely not to the ice queen who was basking in her new found glory. She took a few more shots before asking everyone to take a break, a move to let me know that she was in control.
“Bathroom slut,” were the first words that rolled out of her mouth “I am simply mouthing what one of the tabloids said about you.”
“Well if he needed to get off in the bathroom with me, there was something you were definitely not doing right.”
She let out a smile before directing me to a lonely sofa far from anyone’s hearing range.
“I need you to know something,” she said and crossed one leg over the other, her caramel complexion blended well in the light “Steven is mine now, so I would appreciate it if you backed the hell off.”
“I did not come here for this,” I pointed out. “I want to take you out for lunch.”
The sarcastic laughter that escaped her throat after was expected and the look that she fed me as well.
“You must be out of your mind if you think I am going to be seen in public with you,” she sneered disgustedly. This was girl was worse than I thought, what gutter had Steven picked her up from? I let her have her hearty laugh before I took out my phone and showed her the picture of Steven and I gracing the tabloids that whole morning.
“Why are you showing me that?” she asked “I have already seen it.”
“I know you have,” I answered “But I need you to get a better look at it. Notice how we look together? Little girl, this is not a bathroom fling as you might have suspected. I am not a groupie all over a multi-billionaire player. Look harder, has he ever held you with such passion? Whoever took this should get a gold medal for timing.”
The look of realization I was in search of surfaced and settled on her very beautiful face. She felt threatened; the tone in my words had done that well and as I suspected, her first instinct was to get to her feet and storm out in a toddler tantrum.
“I will tell you this my dear, I also do not want to have lunch with you but it’s in your best interest that I do,” I blurted out in a very professional tone. “You do not want to look weak because that is what this picture says about you. It might paint me like the bathroom slut but it sure as hell is making you look you cannot get a grip on your man.”
Her tantrum dissolved and like a loyal puppy, she got back to seat next to me on the sofa and again crossed one gorgeous leg over the other again.
“What did you have in mind?”
I took out my cell phone from my purse and placed a call to Tracy who answered on the second ring.
“Yes ma’am.”
“I need you at the agreed upon spot.”
“Will be there in ten.”
“Good.”
I then turned my attention to Stacy and shifted slightly in my seat before I relayed my next move to her.
“Here is the thing,” I started “We are going to have lunch in a public place where the paparazzi can get a perfect picture of us and later on you are going to tweet about how all this was a misunderstanding. Don’t forget to mention how sweet I am and Steve’s and I kiss was taken out of context.”
“Why the hell would I want to write that about you?”
“Why the hell are you this slow?” I asked in a desperately high pitched voice, that got across my exasperation. “Did your mother drop you on the head when you were a kid?”
“I thought you did not come here for insults.”
“Stacy,” I called out with my index finger in midair trying desperately hard to drive a point home through her thick skull “You have landed a few well paying gigs since you started dating Steven. Don’t you dare think for a minute those gigs will keep coming in if Steven dumps you.”
I drew in a long breathe as I waited for her to simmer on my words and understand the gravity of the situation. It took longer than I expected but when she finally did, I thanked my lucky stars.
“We have a lunch to get to,” I said and got to my feet almost immediately.
“I still need to change.”
“Of course you do,” I answered after looking at the two-piece swimming suit she was posing with in the photo shoot “We are going to a civilized lunch not a porno audition. Not that I would expect you to know the difference.”
“I heard that,” she said back as she rushed to her changing room.
I simply smiled at her and pointed at my wrist watch to let her know time was not on our side. My phone rang again after she disappeared. Picking it up was not an option. I knew what the caller wanted, but was simply not in the mood.
Stacy emerged a few minutes later clad in a white jumpsuit and showed off her elegant body. Her makeup was toned down a notch and I was simply amazed she understood the meaning of casual and civilized look.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Oh yes.”
I texted Tracy almost immediately who assured me she was in the vicinity.
“We will have lunch at the Bistro,” I announced “They have a wide range of salads there, judging from your figure, I can tell you don’t eat much.”
“You got that right.”
The walk to my car was long and uncomfortable and once in it, I tried calling Steven as for the millionth time that day. This time it went straight to voicemail.
“Do not screw this up for me Stevie love,” I thought as I pulled out of the driveway.
“Can I ask you something?” Stacy asked as I drove to the main road.
“Go ahead.”
“Do you love him?”
“As a matter of fact I do.”
“Then why aren’t you with him?”
“That my dear...,” I let out a resigned breath. “...is very complicated.”
*****
The wine was silk and smooth and slid down my throat better than I ever imagined. I leaned back on my living room sofa after a hot bath and a long day, and flipped through the TV channels before sipping on the wine again. The damage control worked out perfectly; photos of Stacy and I having lunch together got the press talking about two elegant women, and everyone had forgotten about the kissing photos. All except one. My phone vibrated again and I for the millionth time that day I ignored it. The text message that followed thereafter was however unpredictable and it made me almost jump out of my skin.
“I am coming up,” it said.
I got to my feet and ran a hand through my still dump hair before trying to call Steven again. His phone was still off which was very frustrating. A knock on my door announced my guest’s arrival and I rushed over to swing it open with my body still draped in my bathrobe.
“Katelyn...,” the ever familiar voice said from the other side.
“Father,” I responded before stepping aside and letting him in.
My breath seemed to have caught in my throat as I caught his scent of cinnamon and whisky. I shut the door behind him, and pulled on my favorite plastic smile with a halo blazing at the top of my head as I walked towards him.
“Wine?”
“No thank you,” he answered curtly before burying both hands in his pants. He had aged well, the grey on his hair and beard was hardly noticeable and his pot belly was still the same shape as I remembered. The mean look in his eyes had however changed; it looked downright dangerous.
“How have you been?”
“Fine,” I answered. “You?”
“Been okay, busy,” he answered in the same professional tone he always used on me “I can see you have been busy too.”
“Get to it already,” I let out without really meaning to. “I want to hear the long speech of how disappointed you are of me and how you don’t approve of the men I date. You know, the same old simple bullshit that you spew, I am ready for it.”
An evil smile curved his lips and he finally decided to have a seat on my living room sofa before going ahead and sipping from my wine.
“You seem to know the speech from the top of your head, why don’t you do it yourself?” I asked before downing all the contents from my wine glass and feeding me a very interesting look.
“You want me to give myself a scolding?”
“Yes I do Katelyn,” he answered with the evil smile still in place “It never gets old and like you said it, it is bullshit.”
I went silent my gaze was fixed to the floor and I had no words for my old man.
“How many times have I told you keep away from that boy?”
“Twice.”
“What reason did I give you?” he asked.
“It is a conflict of interest for the daughter of the coach of Atlanta Bulls to be dating your quarterback,” I answered. These were words that had been playing in my head the whole day. I had been ignoring his calls for this particular reason but there was no hiding from him now that he was right in front of me.
“But still you disobey me,” he said in a low yet calculating voice.
“I love him dad.”
“You know nothing about love, little girl,” he echoed after my confession as he got to his feet in rage “But you know what, this is strike three.”
My father’s words sounded threatening and were stained with a raw kind of anger. I tried to decipher the meaning behind them but nothing seemed to be making any sense to me.
“What do you mean, strike three?”
“I am asking the board to transfer your beloved Steven Wilson to a different team.”
My heart skipped a million beats and pumped faster in my chest. I could feel my blood boil in my veins from all the anger and shock that my father’s presence had brought into my house.
“You can’t do that, he is your star quarterback. Transferring him would mean placing the whole team at a great risk.”
“I can do whatever the hell I want, Kate,” he said, and then walked right past me and headed to the door.
“I will end it,” I said in aloud clear desperate stained voice “I will stop seeing him.”
“If I had a dollar for every time you have said those words...,” he said in sarcastic voice “Why should I believe you this time?”
“Because you taking him off the team means that you are ending his career,” I answered “Without the Atlanta Bulls, he becomes nothing.”
“I would rather watch him be nothing than let him date you.”
“What do you have against him?” I asked trying to fight the tears wailing up in my eyes “Why do you hate him so much?.”
“I don’t know what you see in that man Kate. He is always high on cocaine and sleeping with every woman in the city. He is obnoxious, rude, foolhardy and reckless to say the least.”
“He is also talented, Dad.”
“The only reason we have had him on our team for this long,” he clarified. “My God, Katelyn if you want to be famous, why can’t you he seen hanging out with someone more respectable like the governor’s son. Your picture was taken in a dirty public washroom with his hands all over you. Did you really think I would stand for that?”
I had no comeback for him. Part of me knew that he was right but my heart wanted otherwise.
“I will stop seeing him dad,” I answered “Please do not transfer him to another team.”
My words seemed to have hit a nerve and after exchanging a long distasteful look with him, he finally budged.
“Ok,” he let out and headed for the door, he momentarily paused and said “Loved how you twisted the story it by the way, I am proud of you.”
These were the last words my father left me with before swinging open the door and walking out of my apartment. My heart was torn out of my chest and I simply wanted to cry. Needless to say, my father was right, Steven was a train wreck and I deserved better. The promotion at work would have to remain in the winds.
The popcorn tasted like gravel in my mouth. Watching him lose like that was not sitting well with me. I had invited a few of my friends over at my apartment to watch the game with me. After the first half of the game, I wished I hadn’t. Steven’s play was poor and borderline pathetic.
“What the hell is wrong with Steven Wilson today...,” one of my friends asked.
“He must have shot up on the wrong dose of steroids today,” another answered.
“I think it has something to do with that new supermodel he has been dating.”
“Or maybe he needs to change his cocaine supplier.”
Hearing random people talk about ‘my’ Steven this way, made me almost nauseous. I got to my feet and made for the kitchen with the empty popcorn bowl claiming to refill it. Rose was by my side in a minute with her cold beer bottle in hand.
“Are you okay Kate?.”
“No I am not.”
“He might get better in the second half,” Rose tried to cheer me up. “You do know this has nothing to do with you, right? He is probably just having a bad day.”
“That’s where you are wrong,” I answered while shaking my head in disagreement. “It has everything to do with me.”
“What do you mean?.”
I ran my hands through my hair and looked for the popcorn seeds I had placed in a cabinet earlier. I placed them in the microwave and waited for the bag to pop as I turned my attention back to Kate.
“He always calls me before every game,” I sighed “Says I am his lucky charm or something.”
“Why didn’t you call him today?”
“We broke up.”
“Haven’t you always been broken up? Or... technically not even together.” she asked curiously.
“Not really, no,” I answered. My father’s words replayed in my head like a broken record. I could still hear the disgust in his voice when he told me to keep away from him.
“Tell you what,” Rose said after reading my hesitant look “Why don’t you call him now? Then you and I are going to have a long talk about all this, and figure things out.”
I simply nodded and walked over to the microwave after the ding called out to me. We walked back into the living room where everyone else was. I placed the popcorn on the table before picking my phone up and walking to the kitchen balcony. I knew which number to dial when he was out in the field and once his voice came on the line, my face lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey,” he answered.
“How’s it going?’
“Not too well,” he answered “I am sure you can tell.”
“Oh yes I can, and so can the whole city.”
The line went silent for a minute but I could still feel him breathing from the other side.
“I love you Kate,” he said on the line “I don’t want things to be this way.”
“I know but you need to have you head in the game.”
“Say you will meet me.”
“What?”
“Say you will meet me after this game,” he repeated over the phone “We did not end things in the right way and I need to know why. I haven’t spoken to you in a month and a half Kate.”
“I know.”
“Say you will see me after this. Please give me something to look forward to.”
“I thought you were happy with Stacy.”
“We both know I am not.”
I inhaled deeply but my father’s threatening words still echoed in my head.
“Ok.”
“Ok, what?”
“Ok, I will meet you.”
“I have to go,” he answered, the excitement in his voice could be felt “I will call you later.”
I hung up the phone and took in another deep breath. Listening to him was soothing and reminded me how much I had dearly missed him. I drew in another deep breath before fixing an ‘everything is ok’ look on my face and walking back to my friends.
I watched him walk back to the field with his helmet fixed tightly on his head and the Jersey number six lighting up his back. I crossed my fingers when I saw him take position and listened again to my friends make undercutting comments.
“I hope Steven sniffed a little during his break.”
“We will have to wait and see, maybe he decided to go cold turkey tonight.”
“Well, cold turkey is making us look bad.”
“He better get his shit together and pull a rabbit out of the hat out....”
I listened to all of them and placed a good bet on my baby. He was going to do better; I was his lucky charm, his team was depending on this win. I said a silent prayer and kept on encouraging him in my mind. I felt like I was standing on the edge waiting for the wind to blow me over. But when his hands grasped the ball and he ran like the wind through all of the defenses I knew he would make it to the end. I knew he would bring that win home.
Watching him duck, swerve and swerve again was almost erotic and when the commentator shouted “Touchdown,” all my insides did a flip flop with joy. The rest of the room forgot about their undercutting comment and they too shrieked with joy. The rest of the game went by smooth with my man taking the cup home.
My eyes shifted to the crowd at the end of the game and I loved how the team screamed with joy. However, my dad’s eyes were what worried me. Unlike the others, he was not happy about the victory. But I simply did not care. I thought about what I was going to wear that night as I prepared to meet him at our usual rendezvous. My mind settled on a slim cut bare back dress that would show off my curves and spell out my intentions for the night as well.
I spent the rest of the evening with my friends but my attention was divided. When the much awaited phone call came through, I almost sprinted out of the sofa as I ran to the kitchen where I could have some privacy while listening to my man’s soothing voice and sweet nothings.
“Hey,” I said with a shy look spread all over my face.
“Hey,” he answered back “So, that win was for you.”
“No it was not,” I answered almost immediately “It was for the whole team.”
“But you were on my mind the whole time.”
I took in a deep breath and savored the moment - listening to his sweet voice after not being in contact for such a long time was soothing to my soul.
“How have you been?” I finally managed to ask.
“Not so good.”
“I could tell,” I answered. “From the shitty way you were playing before I called you.”
“I need to see you.”
My well-rehearsed speech went straight out the window and so did the voice of reason. I had thought of the different excuses I would give him if he suggested meeting up but none of them sounded valid in my head at that time.
“When?”
“Tonight.”
“What time?”
“10:00,” he answered. “And not a minute late.”
“Where?”
“You know where.”
“Alright,” I answered as I felt all the energy sipping from my body through my mouth as I agreed to his proposal. “I will be there.”
“Looking forward to it.”
He hung up the phone almost immediately after saying those words, but I caught a few of his teammates calling out to him about the coach wanting a minute. This had to be the most confusing situation ever! My father would never agree to a union between me and his quarterback. He had his valid reasons but my heart had chosen him despite what he thought about my Steven.
Getting myself ready was the next step, and after trying on a few more dresses from my closet, I embarked on the original choice. I accessorized with silver and chose to go for bright red make-up that screamed danger. My friends had been long gone by then after I told them I had a work emergency. Slipping on my heels, looking at my reflection in the mirror made me feel confident and pretty.
The dress was the perfect blend of classy and slutty and I could not wait for my man to land his eyes on me. I didn’t feel like driving that day so I instead called a cab to drive me to the rendezvous spot. One of the perks of dating a billionaire who had various endorsements under his belt was the luxurious life that came with it. Steven had built a secret haven for both of us where he had me take charge of decor and other utilities to make it unique.
My heart cringed with nostalgic emotions as the car drove up a small hill towards the pent house. His car was already in the driveway which announced his presence and this got me excited. He walked out on the porch upon hearing my arrival with a glass of scotch in his right hand and an expectant longing smile. He had on pajama pants on with a bare chest that carefully outlined his well-built athletic muscles.
I walked out of the cab feeling nervous and excited. Nervous, because I knew nothing good came out of crossing my father. Excited, because I had missed my man and wanted nothing more than to melt in his arms in a loving embrace.
He kissed my forehead after giving me a longing hug and placed a warm kiss on my lips before gazing into my eyes.
“I have missed you love,” he said. His lips tasted of the scotch he had been drinking and his warm breath made me feel excited.
“I have missed you too,” I answered and hugged him a second time. His body took me to cloud nine and I wanted more of him. I made my intentions clear by leaning in for another kiss and letting my hand travel to his crotch. A naughty smile graced my lips upon stumbling onto his erection and without any warning, I got on my knees and set his arousal free.
We were still standing at the front of his porch and neither of us gave a care in the world who was watching. The house was well hidden in the hills and the cab driver was long gone.
I took the length of him in my mouth and loved how he moaned and placed his hand on my head, encouraging me on.
“Oh baby!” He let out.
I paused and took him out of my mouth before a serious look covered my face. I was slightly vexed from his words and made it clear to him.
“What is wrong?” He asked me, once the cold night air bit hard on his crotch and replacing the warmth that my mouth had initially offered.
“You called me baby.”
“Uuuuum,” he blinked confused and wondering what was wrong with his words.
“You call your whores... baby,” I answered before placing both my hands on his hips and pulling his crotch closer to my face teasingly “Call me by my name.”
The last words came out in a domineering tone and I again set his arousal free before taking his monstrosity of a cock in my mouth again without warning.
“Kate,” he mouthed... “My feisty baby.”
I knew how he liked it, I had always known how to get him where I wanted to and when his hot load exploded in my mouth, I stood still and swallowed it. He always loved it when I swallowed his juices. He pulled me to my feet roughly before lifting me by my waist.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked with a slight giggle.
A rough slap was planted on my behind for asking this, my tummy was well rested on his right shoulder as he hoisted me like a heavy load. He balanced me on his shoulders before slapping me on my behind again and turning on his heel.
“You are such a temptress,” he said as he walked into his living room and dropped me on the sofa like a hot potato.
“And you are no longer a gentle man,” I answered after the rough handling.
“I know you like it,” he said as he directed his hand up my dress and skillfully pulled out my black panties. He was right, I loved rough sex and from the look of things, I knew I would get a bucket load of it that night.
“Kate,” he called out after giving me a rough kiss.
“Yes my love.”
“Who have you been screwing?”
“Not Stacy Lynn,” I answered with the intention of throwing a jab below the belt. I did not want him to know the truth - he would think very highly of himself. I had not been intimate with anyone since he paid me a visit after the homeboys’ concert.
“I will tell you one thing,” he answered as he played with my clit head “He has not been doing it right.”
He said this and directed his fingers to his mouth, and licked off my juices from it. After which, he slid two fingers in me and went on to move them in and out as his thumb took to rubbing my clit. My head reeled from all the attention that he was exerting on my female hood and I did not want him to stop. After my arousal was all over his hand, he pulled my dress over my head, unclipped my bra and plunged into me without warning.
“My shoes,” I pointed out to the pair of stilettos still on my feet.
“Leave them on,” he answered before hoisting me up so that both my legs were on either side of his hips.
His cock was teased and thrust into me in quick strokes, just how I loved it. He went on to slap my bare ass with every movement which sent me right where I wanted to be. I was on the edge of my climax when he slapped my ass again, making the blood in my behind boil and settle on my cheeks.
“Almost there,” I let out as he kept on thrusting and pumping hard and fast and rough.
It all happened without warning, the tingly feeling travelled from the sole of my feet and shot up my spine before it rested on my crotch and exploded. I dug my fingers on his back as I leaned into the magical sensation.
“There’s my baby, Kate,” he let out excitedly when he saw me enjoy my little piece of heaven. Steven was not far from his climax either and he went on thrusting deep and hard into me before finally exploding his hot load with a firm grip dug into the small of my back.
We then lay in a post-orgasmic position, each of us trying to catch their breath. I then pulled out of him and lay on the living room sofa with a satisfied look on my face.
“Damn,” he let out before running his hands through his hair. He got to his feet and walked over to the kitchen and emerged with two bottles of chilled water. His dick was now flaccid, hanging innocently after wearing me out.
“I have missed you love,” he said before placing a kiss on my lips again.
“I have missed you too.”
He his left arm rest on me as the right one held on to the water bottle and took small sips from it. The moment was almost perfect until his phone rung from wherever it was.
“Don’t you need to get that?” I asked after pulling out of his embrace.
He again got to his feet and reluctantly walked to where it was. He cringed after seeing whoever was calling him and couldn’t decide whether or not he wanted to pick it up.
“Stacy.”
“Aha.”
“You should pick it up,” I answered and started looking for my clothes. I watched him let it ring before he turned his attention to me.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I am doing?” I answered rudely and pulled my little black dress over my head “You should be here with your girlfriend not me.”
“I don’t want you to leave.”
“And I don’t want you to see her,” I answered “But we can’t always get what we want, can we?”
He placed the phone where it was originally and rushed over to my side. He had both his hands placed on my tiny waist as he brought me closer to him and placed a longing kiss on my lips.
“I don’t want you to go Kate,” he pleaded “Please spend the night with me.”
I almost got reeled in by his puppy-dog eyes and the urgency in them, the warm embrace and his arms around me reminded me of the love for me I thought he had. But the moment was again interfered with by Stacy Lynn calling him on his cellular phone.
I reluctantly pulled back from his enticing embrace and pointed to his distracting phone with my lips pursed and my eyebrows raised. He walked over to it and reluctantly answered it. My heart skipped a few beats as a new wave of jealousy seared through me. I started looking for my purse after straightening my black dress but his next words caught me off guard.
“Do not call me Stacy, I am busy,” he answered.
I watched as he listened to her rumble on and he went on to say “I am spending the night with my soul mate, I don’t want you calling me.”
He then hung up the phone and placed both his hands on his waist and gave me all of the attention that I wanted. A smile began to play on my lips but nagging Stacy called him one more time. I watched him fling the phone on the wall and as it landed on the floor in tiny pieces, and so did my jealous feeling.
“You could have simply switched it off, there was no need for the dramatics,” I pointed out cheekily and placed both hands around his neck as he walked over to where I was.
“I wanted to prove a point,” he answered. “I am spending the night with the only woman I have ever loved.”
I batted my eyes as I basked in the false attention he gave me but then reality overtook any delusion and I again pulled away from him.
“I am not this person,” I pointed out in a sad yet frustrated tone. “I am happy that we met and the show of machismo by flinging you phone at the wall was well received but...”
My shoulders shrugged as I thought of the right words to give my love, my heart was broken right before I intended to break his.
“I can’t be your convenient girl; I can’t only see you when you want me to. I deserve better than that and you know it.”
“I know it,” he nodded and pulled away from me. He walked over to where his trousers lay on the floor and began to search his pockets for something.
“That is why I got you this,” he answered.
There was a small black velvety box in his right hand which he walked with to where I was. He then got on one bended knee and took my left hand in his right.
“Is that what I think it is?” I asked almost in a whisper trying to hold my breath and maintain my cool.
To answer my question, he flipped the box open and there it was. My ring, and nothing short of perfection. He then took out the big rock from the box and slid it on my finger before getting to his feet and planting a wanting kiss on my lips.
“Wait a minute,” I said and jokingly pushed him back “You have not asked me the question.”
“I don’t need to because I already know the answer.”
“Boy, get back on your knees and ask me the damn question.”
He smiled cheekily but nevertheless did as I had asked. He kissed the ring that was already on my finger and looked straight into my eyes.
“Katelyn Marrie Bersat,” he started. “Will you do me the great honor of becoming my better half?”
“That depends, are you getting rid of all your cheap whores? Starting with Stacy Lynn? That salad-eating supermodel of yours?”
“Woman, you do see my phone cluttered in pieces on the floor?” he answered. “Now quit being stubborn and answer the damn question already.”
“Yes, yes,” I let out in the midst of excited giggles “I will.”
Ecstasy would have nothing on the high feeling that soared right through me after he got on his feet and held me in the warmest embrace. The rest of the night was beyond magical; we made love and only rested to have a snack and get some rest in the wee hours of the morning. Amidst the great news of being the future Mrs. Steven Wilson, a shadow of doubt and fear settled in the pit of my stomach. My father would not be happy about this but the joyous feeling triumphed any whispers of reality that would come with my threatening father.
I would cross that bridge when I got to it but for the moment, all that mattered was Steven and I having a future together.
News travelled fast on the grapevine thanks to social media sites and other famous tabloids and bloggers. I sat in my office dreading two things, my bosses’ presence and my fathers’ phone calls. My engagement to Stephen was the topic of every entertainment TV station, radio outlet and top blogs and tabloids. Most had resurrected the photo of us canoodling in the bathroom only months before. Stacy Lynn also placed a call to me amidst the numerous reporters, she had mentioned something about messing me up for coming in between her and her source of money.
I hadn’t told her much but if she was my client, I would have advised her to play the victim, making a ransom from her heartbreak before another story blew over. After spending the weekend tucked away in the hills with Steven, I sat in my office and stared at my computer screen. Steven had leaked the news about our engagement to a few tabloids with pictures of my ring before we parted ways.
“It will be easier to deal with it this way,” he had pointed out.
I should have never believed him; all my social accounts were now bombarded with multiple questions from numerous reporters and bloggers from all over the city. I knew the call that came through on my landline would mean trouble but I answered it anyway.
“In my office, now,” my boss’s voice echoed through the receiver.
I slowly got to my feet, straightened the folds of my jacket and walked to his office. The curious stares that came my way as I slowly made it to his office were expected and strangely welcomed. I had a slight spring in my step and did not bother to hide the rock on my finger.
I found him talking on phone and he waved me in, ushering me to have a seat after I gently tapped on his door. I crossed one leg over the other and took in his interior office décor. He had impeccable taste
“How are you doing today Kate?” he asked after hanging up the phone and looking at me with his fingers intertwined, waiting for my answer.
“I am fine thank you,” I answered confidently.
“So I hear.”
I did not offer any information and waited on him to let me know why he had called for my presence.
“I would like to know what your short-term goals are?” he said and leaned back on his seat.
This question got me off guard but I saw the trick behind him.
“Well, I know for sure that I am a hard worker and I have brought multiple wealthy clients to this firm,” I answered in a professional tone “One of my short term goals is to keep working hard and hopefully get that well deserving promotion....”
“With your recent situation Kate, you will understand why I am asking you this question,” he went on to say “Is there a need for you to work when your future husband is the quarterback to one of the leading teams in the city?”
The question was valid. My boss was always calculating and his concerns were genuine. I shifted slightly in my seat as I tried to think of the worry that had been settling on my mind ever since Steven proposed.
“You need not worry about that sir,” I answered “I will still be on board, my marriage will not interfere with my work. I think you should see this as a great opportunity for this firm, Sir.”
“How so?” he asked curiously.
“Being Steven Wilson’s wife means I will have access to many rich and elite people,” I answered “If I will still be working under you, that means that I will sign in the much coveted clients to this firm.
“Music to my ears,” he answered. “I will let you get back to your work now. Keep bringing me that money sweetheart.”
“I intend to,” I answered, and got to my feet.
I could feel his eyes digging in my back as I turned on my and headed for the door. My boss had always had a perverted eye and so I turned and gave him a flashy smile as I headed on out.
The rest of my morning was crazy. I received calls from different reporters who wanted an exclusive interview with Steven and me. The day skidded by very fast and before I knew it was in my apartment sipping on my regular wine and flipping through the TV channels.
The doorbell rung and my sixth sense knew who it was, after gaining the courage I needed, I walked over to the door and swung it open. My old man stood on the other side with his usual unhappy grim look on his face.
“Katelyn.”
“Father,” I answered, and let him walk right passed me and into my living room.
“I hear you are now engaged to the very man I asked you not to see?”
“You have heard correctly,” I answered with my arms crossed against my chest. I was ready for war; my arsenal was assembled and I was ready to battle my father.
“I am not here to fight,” he said and lifted both his arms in midair “Congratulations are in order I guess.”
I stood rooted to the ground and felt like I was in an episode of the twilight zone. My father had just congratulated my union to Steven? Things could not have been any more confusing.
“I am sorry,” I let out in utter shock “Did I hear right? You are wishing me all the best in my engagement to Steven?”
“Yes I am.”
I placed both hands on my waist and looked at my father in amazement.
“What made you change your mind?”
“You, my dear,” he answered. “I cannot control the desires of your heart, so I have decided not to fight it. I will no longer tell you who to date or love.”
“Thank you father,” I answered but my confusion was still evident on my face. He was not being entirely honest with me. He was never a person to bend his will so easily.
We stood in my living room staring at each other, both having nothing to say to the other. Our relationship had grown cold ever since my mother passed on five years earlier. We never dined like we used to when my mother was alive, and we simply never talked. All we did was fight; he mostly threatened me and wanted to control all of my moves with his manipulating character.
“I have to go,” he said and broke the awkward silence between us “Arrange a dinner with your fiancé; I would like to have a word or two with him.”
“I will,” I answered and watched him leave.
“Good night Katelyn,” he said once he got to the door and swung it open.
“Good night father.”
The soft thud that came from him shutting the door announced his leave. My head was still a sea of confusion as I pondered on his rare and polite words. His kindness was not convincing. He was definitely up to something and I was going to find out what sooner rather than later.
****
I stared at the photo and could see my father’s work all over it. Disgusting was a term I could use lightly but I saw it coming or rather in his words, “I had it coming.”
I leaned back in my seat before placing both hand over my eyes and not believing how things had turned out from heavenly to hellish. I picked up my phone from the office desk and dialed Steven’s number; it did not take long for him to pick up.
“Hey babe.”
“Don’t hey baby me,” I barked in a low tone aware of my surroundings “I need to see you, right away.”
“Ok, I am coming over,” he said immediately in a worried tone.
“No. Let’s meet at my place in a few minutes.”
I hang up the phone and flung my purse under my arm. The door was wide open and I did not bother to tell anyone my whereabouts as I slipped past the strange stares and curious gazes. I fiddled with my ring once in the elevator as I thought of what to do next and what lay ahead. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. I had finally found that moment of peace that all women crave for, but my father had to happen.
As soon as I was safely by myself in my car, I dialed my father’s number. He too picked up in good time and a new rage swelled in me when I heard his voice from the other side of the telephone.
“Daughter.”
“You did this,” I shouted into the receiver. “You put him in that compromising position and leaked the photo online.”
“I did no such thing darling, careful with your accusations.”
“Accusations my ass,” I shouted back “I knew you were up to something I should give you credit for it as well. It was well played and unpredictable.”
“Say I did leak it,” he answered. “Which I most certainly did not but whatever is in that photo my dear is who that man really is. It was imperative for you to know his true colors before making the mistake of becoming one with him for the rest of your life.”
His words touched a raw nerve but the undercutting vindictive tone that stained them made me hang up the phone almost immediately. I drove on in good speed with my window up trying to contain my anger and my composure as well. Steven’s car was parked in the driveway when I finally got home and my anger resuscitated once more.
He stood in the middle of the living room with his left hand buried deep in his pockets as he held the keys to his Ferrari in his right hand. He had a plastic smile on his face which disappeared as soon as he saw the anger evident on my face.
“What is going on?” he asked, with his arms stretched and placed a kiss on my forehead “I came as fast as I could.”
I did not answer him but took out my phone and showed him the photo that still made me shake with anger. I wanted to ask if he did it, why he did it and why he lied to me, but the look on his face after he saw the photo assured me I did not need to.
He looked hurt, distraught and mostly shocked. I had known this man for a while now and I was always be able to pinpoint his lies.
“When was this photo posted?” he asked me.
“It says here the after party that the Bulls had,” I answered, secretly wondering where he was going with all his questions.
“I was with you that night love,” he went on to point out.
I took the phone from his hand and read through the article that was under it. A new wave of emotion settled in the pit of my stomach and I automatically felt embarrassed.
“I am sorry sweetie,” I said and moved closer to him into his waiting arms. His scent overwhelmed me and I melted in his embrace.
“You really need to trust me,” he said.
“I know,” I answered.
“I have a crazy proposal,” he said before placing a kiss on my forehead.
“Yes please.”
“I want you to marry me.”
I raised my hand in midair and showed him my engagement ring “I thought you already made your intentions very clear.
“I did,” he answered.”What I mean is, I want us to go to Vegas.”
I stood rooted to the ground and looked at him straight in the eye. I had never been the girl who wanted a show off a wedding but had been looking at wedding dresses and bridal magazines ever since he had proposed.
“What is the rush?” I asked shocked.
“I just can’t wait for you to be my wife.”
I drew in a deep breath and saw the love behind his eyes. That was a look I had dreamt about for the longest time.
“I love you sweetie,” I answered “But I need a wedding, I want bridesmaids and flower girls and a big ass cake. I want it all.”
“I didn’t hear you mention me in that long list,” he complained.
“I know I’ve got you.”
I hugged him after saying these words and gave him along passionate kiss. Steven and I had come a long way and even though he was a “bad boy,” he was my bad boy.
*****
THE END
