The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(83)

“I’ve had that car for far too long, I should probably buy something newer,” he said, “and more responsible.”

“I had fun on the last ride,” I said, “and hopefully it won’t be the last.”

Mike returned with Jeff’s drink and handed it down to him before plopping back into the center seat of the couch. Jeff stood up, drink in hand.

“I should probably check the rest of the party. I don’t want to see any drugs being passed around,” he said before walking away.

I wanted to get up and walk around with him, holding his arm the entire time, but I was Mike’s date for the night, and I was nothing if not honorable.

“So, where did we leave off at, cutie,” he said, starting to lean over for a kiss.

I pushed him off, trying to keep his face away from my own.

“Mike, I’m not making out with you,” I stated.

“Oh, come on. Why else did you work so hard to look good for tonight,” he asked.

A hand shot out from behind the couch, grabbing Mike by the shoulder and dragging him away. Jeff had returned and looked upset.

Mike did his best to fend him off, but Jeff was the stronger man, and he effortlessly pinned Mike to the wall.

“I want you to get everyone together and line them up out back. We’re having an impromptu lesson for all the players,” Jeff said authoritatively before releasing Mike.

Mike scampered from the wall and started running around the house, gathering just about every guy there. It only took about five minutes before they were all crowded around in the backyard, and the other partygoers were pushed inside. Out of curiosity, I decided to listen in and hear what they were talking about.

“Are you boys kidding me?!” he shouted to the gathered players, “You force yourself on girls and think that’s right?”

The guys looked a little sheepish.

“A good man doesn’t force anything; he waits to be received and is grateful when he is.”

“Coach, since when have you had a girlfriend, though,” replied Mike, “girls are different today than when you were in college.”

“Style’s change, Mike. Girls don’t.”

“Yeah, but we’ve never seen you with anyone, why don’t we ever see you with a woman,” Brad asked.

“I’m not here to get mocked by a bunch of college kids that think they’re big time stars and are owed sex,” Jeff started. “Next time you get that feeling that she owes you a kiss or anything else, if I hear about it or see it at all, you won’t be playing,”

The guys looked around at each other.

“Sorry, Coach. I think I speak for everyone when I say this is the last you’ll hear of it,” Brad said.

“Good. And, when you meet the right girl, you’ll know,” Jeff went on to say. He saw me watching from behind the crowd and met my gaze, continuing to speak.

“Sometimes you meet the right girl at the wrong times,” he said, “and you want to do nothing more than spend time with them. But, you know you shouldn’t.

“You can’t take your eyes off them, and there’s nothing you can do.”

“Umm, coach, what are you going on about,” asked Mike.

Jeff shook his gaze from me and focused back to the crowd of players.

“It’s nothing, Mike. I gotta get out of here. Don’t drink too much, we have a game in a couple of days,” he said.

Jeff pushed his way through the group and walked towards the entrance to the house.

I followed along, desperately trying to keep up. He walked fast; faster than I’d seen him move before. I pushed through the crowd that filled in the space behind him and realized I had lost more ground.

Before I could even exit the house, he was already in his car and driving off down the road. I couldn’t let it end like this; I needed answers from him.

I sprinted through the house again, towards the backyard. Then, once in the backyard I ran and hopped over the fence. It connected to a similar house, as well as the only road out of the area.

I heard his car rounding the corner just as I made it to the road. I stood prominently in front of his path, and his car screeched to a halt.

“Sandy, what are you doing, get out of the road or someone is going to hit you,” he said.

“Jeff, we need to talk,” I said, making my way to the passenger seat.



5.

He didn’t seem to object to me getting into his car.

“Drive,” I said.

He put the car back in gear and started on the way again.

“If anyone sees us in the same car, I’m in trouble,” he said.

“I don’t care,” I replied sternly.

We drove in silence for a few blocks while I thought about what to say. I honestly didn’t think I’d make it this far.

“Were you talking about me?” I asked.

He let out a drawn out sigh.

“Yes,” he replied.

“You couldn’t take your eyes off me?”

“Yes, and I felt bad every time,” he said.

“Why is that,” I asked.

“I’m a teacher; I’m not supposed to get involved with students.”

“How involved were you trying to get,” I wondered.

He pulled the car over; we found ourselves on an empty street, not a house in sight. He clicked the car off and leaned back in his seat.