Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
I make sure the light on top of the stove is on before I get into my black G-Wagon and back out of the garage. I put the address to the upscale bar into the GPS, and in fifteen minutes I’m pulling up to the restaurant. Grabbing my phone, I tuck it into the back pocket of my jeans as I sigh. The music coming from inside is loud, and I silently cringe as I get closer and closer. The last time I went to a bar was a month ago. A couple of the guys went out to watch a baseball game, and I went with them. Ended up going home with a waitress, just for the hell of it, and then hating myself every second after. It was my fourth hookup since Josephine cheated on me. It’s safe to say I’m not a one-night stand kind of guy. I mean, I’m not looking for a relationship either, but I’m definitely done with hooking up just to hook up.
I pull open the door and see the sign at the front that says, “closed for a private event.” I take a couple of steps in, coming face-to-face with Lane, who gives me a chin up. I walk over to his wife, Isabel, kissing her cheek. “Nice to see you,” I tell her, and she smiles at me.
A couple more steps in and I come face-to-face with the young star we drafted this year.
“Hey,” I greet him as he looks around like a deer caught in the headlights. “You good?”
“Yeah,” he says, “it’s just—”
“Yeah, it’s a lot,” I tell him. “You let me know if you need anything.” I slap him on the shoulder, and he nods before walking to the side and going to hang with a couple of the other rookies. I look around to see if Kirby or Jaxon are here yet, and when I can’t see either of them, I head to the bar to grab a bottle of water. I put my hands on the bar and look over to see the bartender filling a drink. He holds up his hand to tell me one minute and I nod at the same time a girl comes up beside me. Her brown hair is down and wavy, she looks over at me and a smile fills her face. I inwardly groan out when she says, “Hi,” turning to face me. I can’t help but be drawn to her blue eyes that are so crystal clear, it’s mesmerizing, I immediately need to shut this down. “I’m—” She’s about to introduce herself.
“Listen,” I hold up my hand. “You’re wasting your time trying to do whatever it is you are trying to do. I’m not interested in anyone sucking my dick tonight.” I exhale and ignore the way her face seems to go white.
“Okay.” She looks around. “Thanks for letting me know,” she mumbles and walks away. “Asshole,” is the last thing I hear from her, and I don’t bother looking where she is going because the bartender comes over.
I order a bottle of water, and he reaches down and hands me a cold one. I’m taking a sip when I spot Jaxon and Kirby sitting at a table in the corner. I walk over to them, pulling out the empty chair beside Jaxon. “Hey,” I say, sitting down and then looking over at Ariella, who smiles at me. “How are you?” I ask her. The two of them have had me over for dinner once a week since the shit went down with Josephine.
“I’m good.” She smiles. “It’s good to get out of the house.” They have a one-year-old son named Jagger, who looks exactly like his father.
I then turn to face Kirby, who has his arm around his fiancée’s chair. “Hey.” I give Lexi a chin up. She and Ariella are best friends, and they are usually there when I get invited to dinner. “How is everybody?”
“Good,” Kirby replies and then looks at Lexi, who holds up her hand and calls to someone who is behind me.
“Kylie!” she shouts, and I am about to turn my head when I see Kirby stand up and smile, and then it feels like the chair is pulled out from under me. The woman who was at the bar not two minutes ago is now standing in front of him.
“Hey.” He gives her a hug and then looks at me. “Knox, meet my sister,” he says, and I feel like I’m being kicked in the stomach, “Kylie.” I am so screwed.
four
Kylie
I hug Kirby and only then do my eyes land on the asshole who was just at the bar. “Knox,” he says his name, “meet my sister, Kylie.” I can see his face turn an ashen white and the only thing I can think is good. “Kylie,” Kirby continues, “this is my teammate, Knox.”