Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
It was my face between her thighs a few short hours ago. She left my office with my cum in her underwear. She’s mine in every way that matters, but it’s still killing me to watch another man flirt with her.
“I do have a men’s section if you ever want to come by the store,” Victoria says. “It’s small, but I really love the items I have there.”
“I’ll do that. I could use some things that aren’t Crush merch and track pants.”
“He needs some V-neck sweaters,” Audra says. “I think a dress shirt, tie, and V-neck sweater is such a dad vibe.”
My gaze shifts to Jules. I never take my ties off after games when we’re on the road anymore, because she sometimes grabs my tie as soon as I walk into her room and pulls me close to kiss her.
The doorbell rings, and Lucien gets up to answer it. Magnus Lundgren comes in, a bouquet in hand.
“Sorry I’m late,” he says, setting the flowers on the kitchen counter. “My meeting with my agent ran late.”
He’s taking his coat off as Talia introduces him to everyone.
“Hey, Coach Turner,” he says when it’s my turn.
“Hey, Lundgren.”
I’ve gotten to know him better since he made our roster, and I continue to be impressed by him. He’s Swedish, and he went to European boarding schools and then played in a European league for many years to stay close to his family. He’d only been on his first American team for a few months when he was injured.
“Oh, is that brisket?” Lundgren asks as he takes his seat. “I’ve only had it once and it might be the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
“It is,” Talia says, looking pleased. “It’s the only thing Lucien can make better than I can.”
Lucien shrugs. “She’s not wrong.”
Jules hasn’t leaned back in her chair yet, but Isaac is oblivious. She’s sending a clear signal—I don’t want to be touched by you.
“Dad makes a killer brisket, too,” Talia says. “Victoria, you and Faith should come over next time he makes it for all of us.”
“Yeah, that would be great,” I say, because what else can I do?
“We’d love to.”
Victoria smiles at me like I just asked her to move in with me or something. Jules sets her fork down more loudly than necessary.
Damn. This tightrope walk is getting dicey. I know Jules knows I’m only being polite, but Talia is likely to follow up and actually bring Victoria and her daughter over to my house. If I thought Isaac would be going to her house, I’d launch out of my chair and blow a hole through the ceiling.
Things get worse after we finish eating, when Victoria turns to the side in her chair and focuses her full attention on me. She’s on her third glass of wine, and she’s started touching my forearm when she’s talking.
“I give amazing foot rubs,” Isaac says to Jules.
I glare at him.
“What? You want me to rub your feet, Coach?”
Lucien jumps in before I can tell Isaac what I actually want. “Hey, who wants coffee?”
“Unfortunately, I have to go,” Jules says. “My sister needs to study and I have to hang out with my nephews.”
“You want some company?” Isaac asks. “Kids love me.”
“Thanks, but we’re careful about bringing men into their lives. Their dad left when they were really young.”
Isaac nods. “I get that. I’ll walk you to your car.”
The fuck he will.
“I need to go, too,” I say. “I have a few things to take care of for tomorrow night’s game.”
“Dinner was amazing, guys,” Jules says, standing. “Thank you so much for inviting me.”
Everyone else gets up, too, and Victoria leans in to me as I’m walking away.
“Get my number from Talia and let me know when you want to drop by the store,” she says. “Maybe we could get lunch after or something. If you have time.”
“That sounds good.”
Jules and I both say our goodbyes, and when we leave, Isaac comes out with us.
“Really, you don’t have to walk me to my car,” Jules says.
“It’s no problem.”
When the elevator doors open on the ground level, I wait for the two of them to step out.
“See you guys tomorrow,” I say.
“Night, Coach,” Jules says.
“See you, Coach,” Isaac says.
I’m parked down the block, in a different direction than Jules. It’s all I can do to keep my back to them. That fucker will hop into her car and try to come home with her if he thinks he can get away with it.
Once I’m in my car, I text Jules.
Noel: Meet me behind Twisted Sisters Brewery. In the parking lot.
It’s close by. I wait for almost fifteen minutes, and then finally, I see her parking her car.
I walk over and get into her passenger side.
“That was fucked,” I say.
She gives me a cool look. “Talia’s not going to quit trying to set you up with Victoria.”