Biggest Player (Not Yours #2) Read Online Sara Ney

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Not Yours Series by Sara Ney
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
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I rub my temples, feeling the tension in my shoulders mounting. “I know, I know. But I didn’t expect things to blow up like this. Can you at least tell me what she’s thinking?”

She crosses her arms, giving me a scrutinizing look that makes me feel about two inches tall.

“How the heck would I know what she’s thinking? She doesn’t talk about you, but there are signs.” Her little voice takes on an ominous tone as she dramatically tosses her ponytail.

Trying not to take offense at this tiny, formidable person, I see the wheels turning in her brain.

“You know how she’s been really stressed about work?” She has? I did not know that. “Maybe you could help her with something she doesn’t like doing. Like, if she has a bunch of papers to grade or something, offer to help out. I do it all the time.”

“I am not going to help Margot grade papers, good God, that would be a disaster.”

Wyatt scrunches her face in concentration; then her expression brightens again as she comes up with another idea.

“Oh! You could make a card. A real one with, like, drawings and stuff. You don’t have to be fancy, just make it look like you put some effort into it. And use stickers. I always do, and she loves them.”

I chuckle, appreciating the simplicity of her suggestions. “A card? That’s actually not a bad idea.”

I rub my chin and Wyatt rubs hers.

“Have you said you’re sorry yet?”

“Yeah, a bunch of times, but this is more about trust, and I don’t know how to get her to trust me when I fuc—when I screwed up so bad.”

Margot’s daughter tilts her head and looks up at me. “What’d you do exactly?”

Let’s see, how do I put this in a way this kid can understand?

“Um. A guy told me that dating your mom would be a good idea, instead of me just trusting my own gut and making the decision by myself.”

Wyatt squints up at me. “How old are you?”

“Uh—twenty-five.”

“Dude, why are you letting other grown-ups tell you what to do? Adults are supposed to adult.”

How is she so wise? And why is she calling me dude?

“Because I’m a dumbass.”

Her nod is sage. “Yeah, I can see that.” She pats me on the arm to comfort me.

Once again, she’s insulted me, but I deserve it. No one wants a child agreeing with them when one calls oneself a dumbass, but here we are. This is my life now, I guess.

“You’re cool, do you know that?” I tell her. I’ve never met a kid like this, not that I’ve met many kids—not including the children that have come to meet and greets with their parents.

Another nod. “I get that all the time.”

I laugh, surprised at her candor. What a little shit.

A cool little shit, but a shit nonetheless.

“So to recap,” I begin. “You think the only way to get back into your mom’s good graces is to make her a card and do something nice for her, like grade papers?”

“It’s a start.”

“What’s something I can do now? Right now?”

We both turn our heads to see Margot exiting the bathrooms. She’s brushing her hair back and wiping her hands on the fabric of her jean shorts.

Wyatt nudges me in the leg. “Just so you know, if you screw this up again, I’m not covering for you.”

“I won’t.”

“Eh.”

Surprised, I look down at her.

“I’m just messing with you,” she teases, grinning like the goofball she is.

“Could you not? I’m a mess here.”

“I see that.”

“What are the two of you up to?” Margot has her hands on her hips, standing at the edge of the picnic area.

“We’re plotting against you.”

“Oh brother, here we go,” Wyatt groans. “You lasted an entire two seconds.”

It’s not like I can bust out the craft supplies and start whipping up a card for her mother, for Christ’s sake, and I’m not sure how the hell a picture is going to win me any points.

Margot’s expression is stern as she glances back and forth between the two of us.

“I should’ve known I couldn’t even pee without the two of you scheming.” Her sharp gaze homes in on me. “Of course you dragged Wyatt into it. I suppose you want me to be flattered that you’re making the effort?”

“I didn’t drag her into anything,” I protest. “She just—”

Margot doesn’t let me finish. “Let’s cut to the chase. What exactly have you two been scheming?”

She glares at us both.

“Welp! Oh gee, look at the time,” Wyatt announces. “I’m going to grab a soda from the vending machine if that’s okay. I’ll just”—she steps backward, away from us—“give you a second.”

“You are unbelievable.” Margot whirls toward me to huff, throwing her hands in the air. “Wyatt already loves plotting against me, and she loves you, so what chance do I have?”


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