Yeah, this is a certifiable nightmare.
I just spread my legs for another liar, and now the entire world knows. I’m a total book smart but not street smart cliche. I look like a complete idiot.
I guess I have my answer on where he’s disappeared to. He probably saw my phone blowing up and got out of dodge fast. The jerk didn’t even have the decency to stay and man up to his deception.
I can’t believe I thought he was destitute.
I was going to help him apply for a series of grants the hospital gives to surgical candidates who need financial help.
Am I the most naïve woman who walked the earth?
I click on a hyperlink of Jason’s name and am redirected to another article. This one is more thorough and less gossipy. It gives details about his career, including his illustrious time playing in college and his accomplishments and troubles in the NFL. It also lists some celebrities he’s dated (including one of the Kardashians) and his net worth, which is a little over… sixty-two million dollars?!
My phone slips from my hand and drops to the floor.
I’m in shock.
What was a millionaire ball player doing in my bed last night? What probable motive could he have for sleeping with me when he can have any woman he wants? The answer is simple. There is no complicated motive or goal. I was a warm body, for one night, for one cold-blooded asshole.
That’s it, and that’s all.
My nude body shivers, but not from the temperature of the room, but because I’m incensed. I’m almost hyperventilating under the weight of my covers when I hear the lock on the front door click open.
It can’t be him.
It better not be him.
Where the hell is my baseball bat?
Twenty-Eight
JETT
It’s almostas if there’s a stranger inside of my body. Like one of those lame fictional characters in a rom-com movie who aimlessly skips around bumbling through the day because he just found the right one but doesn’t know it quite yet.
I’ve always believed that my father cheated on my mom because he made a promise to her he was incapable of keeping. Why else would he and half the rest of the world commit adultery, hurting people they care about? If human beings had a better understanding of what they can and cannot do and be honest about it, I swear the world would be a better place.
I have always prided myself on knowing myself well. My strengths. My limitations. I know that I am in a position to really hurt someone if I’m not careful, which is why I pick a certain type of woman to get involved with and am always honest about what we’re doing. It protects us both.
But now I’m doubting everything I’ve ever believed. Is it possible that Adrienne is my rom-com girl? The one woman to make me change my entire belief system about relationships. It’s the only thing that would explain how I’m feeling about her.
My wish to protect her.
My need to make her laugh.
The gratification I feel when I feed her.
My desire to be inside of her.
The craving to own every part of her.
She differs completely from any other woman I have known. Some men in the league only want a woman who other men will envy because of her looks, and I used to be no different, but I feel like I hit the jackpot with Adrienne. Not only is she any man’s wet dream, but she’s also smart as fuck and her career gives her an immense sense of purpose. Not a lot of players can say that about their women. Not a lot of them even care about that. But I obviously do, because I find both her brains and her butt a turn on in a way that I’ve never been before.
Then there are the innocent parts of Adrienne. I didn’t let her know because there was no need to tell her, but it was obvious she had little to no experience riding a man. But that shit turned me on even more. I may or may not have been her first ride, but I damn sure was her best and she was mine.
Hell, that pussy has magical healing powers because by the time we were finished last night, I was completely wiped and fell asleep before midnight for the first time since I broke my collarbone. For me, that is pretty close to a Christmas miracle.
Of course, if I had known she fibbed about being on top as her favorite position, I would have planned the evening a little differently. I was pulling out all my tricks from the start so she would quickly forget how she was humiliated inside of that room by her ex. In hindsight, I made some assumptions that I shouldn’t have and we could have taken things slower. Fortunately, I can make up for that blunder when I get back.
