Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
“I’ll take him,” I offer, reaching for him and he turns away from me.
“I will have you know, young man,” I say as I pull him out and he whines, “there are men out there who would love to have my hands on them.” I swear I hear Zane start to cough, and I look over at him and see his glass of water at his mouth. “You okay there, Coach?” I ask him, using his title.
“Yes,” he replies, his jaw getting tight.
“Don’t you have to go?” Jaxon asks me as he puts his fork down.
“Nope, this is fun,” I chirp, getting up with Jagger on my lap. “Isn’t this fun?” I ask Jagger, who puts his finger in his mouth. “I think he wants a bottle,” I suggest, walking over to the kitchen and spotting Jaxon’s phone. I put it in my back pocket as I make Jagger a bottle and then hand him back to Ariella. “I’ll be back, I have to use the ladies’ room.” I turn and hope Jaxon doesn’t see his phone is missing. Getting into the bathroom, I open up his contacts and head down to Zane’s name, repeating the number to myself four times before going and texting it to myself. Once it goes through, I delete the text thread from the phone and then head out.
“Okay, as much fun as this is,” I say, slipping his phone back onto the counter, “I’m going to head out. I have a busy day tomorrow.”
“Finally,” Jaxon exhales. “Goodbye.”
“Zane,” I say his name and he looks over at me. I see his short sleeves are tight around his biceps. “It was so nice meeting you.” I smile at him. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around.” I tilt my head to the side and he just nods at me. “A man of few words,” I mumble to myself. I turn to kiss Jagger on the cheek. “Good night, my sweet boy,” I say as Ariella gets up with him.
“I’m going to go and put him to bed.” She looks at the guys. “Leave the plates, I’ll clean up when I come down.”
She walks me out as I grab my bag I tossed at the door. “The coach looks like he’s a barrel of laughs,” I say to her, and she rolls her lips.
“He’s very, very serious,” she whispers. “It’s like his whole world is his job from what Jaxon says.”
“That’s sad.” I look back at the hallway. “He looks like he needs a fun night.” While we fuck over and over again, I think to myself but don’t say it. “I’ll see you Saturday night,” I tell her. “My parents are coming down for a spot visit, sort of like a wellness check, which should be so much fun.”
“I thought they were saving the trip this weekend for three weeks from now when it’s the opening game,” she says.
“Well, either way, I’ll be here Saturday because I have no life,” I joke as I walk out and head to my car. For the second time since I’ve met him, I look over my shoulder, waiting for him to chase after me, and again, I’m left with him not fucking chasing after me.
I get into the car and pull out of the driveway, looking over at the SUV that is parked by the sidewalk. I’m tempted to leave a note on his car to call me, but I think my original plan is going to work better.
When I get home, I unlock the door and step in, taking off my heels. Then I walk into the kitchen, dumping my purse on the little counter before heading over to my bedroom. The two-bedroom house is perfect for me, and it was just my luck that Lexi was renting it out after she moved in with Kirby. It’s directly on the beach and comes fully furnished. I couldn’t ask for anything else.
I take a shower and after my hair is wrapped in a towel and I’m wearing my cotton robe, I put the gold eye patches under my eyes as I take out my phone and go into my text messages.
I press on the phone number I sent to myself, wondering if he’s even going to answer. It rings three times before he answers, and it sounds like he’s out of breath. “Hello.”
“Zane,” I say his name, curling my legs under myself as I sit on the couch.
“How did you get my number?” he quickly asks.
“Does it matter?”
“Victoria,” he says my full name.
“I got it from Jaxon’s phone,” I tell him, knowing he’s probably freaking out.
He gasps. “What if you got the wrong number?”
“How many Coach Zanes are there in the world that my brother has stored in his phone, do you think?” I don’t wait for him to answer. “Now that we know it is the right number, it was indeed a good idea,” he sighs and my nipples pebble.