Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
He then turned to Titus.
“Yo, T,” he called. “Want to grab a drink with me?”
Titus slapped his hand down on my back then looked at the two of us. “Don’t think you’re hiding anything.”
I knew I wasn’t hiding anything. He’d already commented on how the trailer had been rocking last night.
That didn’t mean I needed to throw it in his face.
I shrugged at him and said, “Don’t want you to think I’m replacing you, Titus.”
“You can’t replace me. You can only try to fill in the gap I leave behind,” he countered then disappeared.
Ari looked at me with raised eyebrows and said, “Do I sense a little…”
“Nothing,” I scoffed. “I have never, and will never, lean on that side of the fence. Nothing against it for anyone else that wants to do it, but as I’ve already told you, I’m a vagina lover.”
Ari’s laugh followed us into the elevator as the doors closed behind us.
“Why didn’t the rest of the team have to check in?” Ari asked as she leaned casually against the other side of the elevator.
I watched with amusement as she tried her hardest to stay on her side of the elevator without touching me in some way.
Which was probably a great idea.
There was no way in hell she wasn’t sore at this point.
Hell, even my dick was sore, and it hadn’t been penetrated by a massive cock like her vagina had.
“Why didn’t y’all just get a single hotel room?” Ari asked curiously. “Why the suites?”
I looked down at her just as I reached for the button of the elevator and hit the 55th floor.
Before the doors could close, though, Joe and Titus slipped their hands inside and pushed in.
“What the hell?” I asked.
“There’s like a throng of people in the bar waiting to see us. I can’t handle that shit right now,” Joe grumbled.
He pulled out his hotel key card and slapped it absently against his thigh.
Ari watched him warily for a few seconds before turning to me. “Well?”
“Well what?” Titus asked.
“She asked why we didn’t just get a single hotel room like the others did,” I answered him then turned to her. “Mostly because the new owner of the Liners thinks that we don’t need to be bringing our children with us. She hates it that we’re allowed, and tried to put a stop to it when she first took over. But when we both threatened to quit and drop our millions of dollars contracts as if we couldn’t care less if we played for her or not, she relented. But at this point in time…” I heaved a sigh.
“Pretty much,” Titus picked up from where I left off. “She’s just searching for excuses to refuse us bringing our daughters with us. She also hates that she has to pay for our ‘extra’ hotel rooms. And our nannies that were also written into our contracts.”
“That was a stipulation for me when I first signed on with them,” I continued the explanation as we continued going up. “When I was drafted my junior year of college, I really liked the rhythm of my life. Briley was with me twenty-four-seven unless I was on the field. A nanny followed me around everywhere I went, and the school allowed it because they wanted me so badly. In turn, when I was negotiating my contract with the Liners, I made sure to put into my contract that they allowed the same. When I renewed last year, it was also a stipulation. And when the new owner came in, she had to honor those contracts for the next three years.”
“When my contract came up after I had Annabelle, I made sure to have that stipulation in place, too. That she was allowed to all functions with me. They agreed since Briley already did it with Slone.” He expounded on my explanation. “None of the other players do it because they’re not single dads. But I think there’s been some mutterings with a few of the new players, mostly because they want the same courtesies. So when the new owner says no, they get mad and blame her. Which she really doesn’t like.”
The elevator reached the fortieth floor when my ears decided that they weren’t okay anymore. Opening my mouth, I popped my ears.
I watched out of the corner of my eye as Ari did the same.
“And you’re allowed to have me here?” she asked worriedly.
“Technically,” I said, “I have no stipulations on who I can and can’t bring. It says ‘family members’ and ‘companions I see fit.’” I paused. “Plus everyone already thinks we’re married, so there’s that.”
She snorted.
She’d gotten a firsthand account to the craziness of our world today at the airport.
Kilgore and Longview were usually pretty chill with us, as was Banner’s hometown of Benton, Louisiana, where we’d dropped Briley and Annabelle off with Trance and Viddy.