“Whatever, fine. We’re going to be late.”
I grab my little purse and fur and head out with my best friend to meet the rest of her siblings and Baker in the lobby so we can head to the stadium. Yes, a fur. It was waiting for me when we arrived at our suite.
A late birthday gift from Bentley. I’ve been trying not to read too much into that. The card was sweet.
Something to keep you warm. Thank you for coming.
Happy belated birthday.
Love,
Bent
I smile as I think about finding the gift waiting for me. Erica packed this minidress and heels for me. I had jeans and a jersey prepared to wear tonight.
Now looking around at everyone else, I see I would have been out of place. All the Coswells have dressed up for this. Eddy and Tara are the only ones not here as they’re still not old enough.
When we get to our box at the arena, I get the dress code. There’s a little party happening. Garret and Baker remain close to my side the entire game. There’s this one guy who’s been trying to get a little too close.
I blame Erica and this tight little dress with the fuck-me patent leather heels. The right side of the dress, under my arm and across my stomach, is bare. I had to be out of my mind to agree to wear this.
The champagne has been flowing, loosening my nerves a bit. I can’t help but wonder what Bentley is going to say when he sees me. We have so much we should say to one another.
I’m pulled from my thoughts as Bentley throws a game-winning touchdown, and the people in the box go wild. I’m so happy for him I can’t stop smiling.
The family passes hugs around and the girls and I have some more champagne. I really should stop drinking. I’ve been too nervous all day to eat.
I’m already a bit tipsy. I have so many things I want to say to Bentley. It’s been almost nine years. I would like to think we’re both in different places in our lives.
We’ve been like ships passing in the night. While I’ve been traveling the world with Erica, Bentley has had a stellar career playing professional football.
They call him the touchdown king. If there’s a way for one to be made, Bentley is going to do it. His arms, his legs, whatever it takes. I’m so proud of him.
“Mr. Coswell wanted Miss Nickels to come with me,” Sarah, Bentley’s assistant, says.
“I’ve got her,” Garret says quickly. “I know where he wants her to go.”
I look to Erica, and she has a shit-eating grin on her face. I narrow my eyes, wondering what they’re up to. We were all supposed to go out to dinner and dancing after the game.
“Yes, but I?—”
“I’ve got it, Sarah. Don’t worry about it. See you tomorrow,” Garret says firmly.
Sarah gives a tight smile then looks me over before turning to leave. I shrug her look off and follow Garret. He leads me back to the car from earlier. It takes forever, but I’m taken back to the hotel we’re staying in.
However, he doesn’t take me back to my room. He takes me to a presidential suite, opens the door, then tells me to head in and make myself comfortable. I look up at him in confusion, but after a moment, I step inside.
The door clicks shut behind me, and I’m left alone. At least I think I’m alone. I take off my coat and drape it on the back of an accent chair.
“Sarah, what’s the ETA on Erica and Zah making it to the restaurant? Are they there yet? Shit, I’m going to be late. Why didn’t you bring Zahirah to the waiting area I told you to?” Bentley’s voice booms through the room, sending a chill down my spine.
I begin to walk toward his voice. When I get to the room he’s in, I find him in a pair of slacks with no shirt on. His ass looks great. He turns at the sound of my heels and freezes.
“Hey,” I say and wave.
He furrows his brows one second and rushes across the room in the next. Before I know what’s happening, he has my face between his hands as he devours my mouth. I whimper and lock my arms around his neck.
“You look fucking amazing. I’ve missed you so much, baby. I can’t believe you’re here,” he groans into my mouth.
