The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(93)

I followed along, hopping down to join him. We had stopped at what would normally be a sight to behold. But, while we both stared out at it, I was the only one enjoying it for the sights.

He hid his emotions as best he could, but it’s hard to hide depressing news.

“That was the coach. He got a call today,” Chris said.

“Yeah, what did they say,” I asked.

“The agents called, and they don’t like my attitude, whatever that means.”

“What did they say exactly,” I asked.

“They said I wasn’t a team player,” he replied, “among other things.”

“Well, maybe you can just work harder and working with your team, instead of trying to win all the games by yourself. You said it yourself; you don’t rely on them as much as you should.”

He sighed. It was a heavy, emotional sigh. I maneuvered in and gave him a hug. He looked at me, somehow wondering what I was doing, but accepting it all the same.

“Thanks,” he said.

“Don’t mention it,” I replied.

“Is this what you mean about having someone you can cozy up next to,” he asked.

I nodded.

“I wonder what else I’ve been missing,” he said.

We stood there, arms wrapped together, for what seemed like hours. I watched the clouds crawl overhead, and soaked in the autumn air.

It wasn’t until the sun began to creep over the horizon that we both planted ourselves back in the truck. Chris looked like he’d been drained, emotionally.

Once we were back in the truck, he started leaning towards me, begging for a kiss. I met his lips with my fingers.

“Don’t confuse a caring friend with a lover, Chris. Let’s just get back to town,” I said.

He let out another long sigh as he started the car. We pulled away and rumbled down the road in utter silence. Both of us were trapped inside our heads.

I wondered if I was handling everything the way I should be. I almost never thought of Brad while Chris and I were together, maybe that was a good thing. He was still a massive womanizer, though, and he hadn’t shown any sign of change in the slightest. I really didn’t want to get involved.

He dropped me off in front of my apartment again.

“Thanks for the ride,” I said.

“Lucy,” he said.

“What’s up,” I asked.

“Would you come to my next game, tomorrow night?” he requested.

“Or course, I’d be happy to cheer you on,” I said with a smile.

He smiled back at me as I shut the door. With that, he sped off down the road.

6.

“Something was left for you, Lucy,” Tiffany said.

At least, she was wearing pants, this time; I thought to myself.

She gestured towards a bundle of flowers that were laid out on the table. A card was tucked between a couple of them, which I promptly pulled free and examined.

‘To Lucy, in the hopes that she might be willing to forgive me. Love: Brad.”

They were quite nice; I always did have a thing for lilies.

I had spent so much time avoiding Brad, and I was finally starting to come to my senses. He did deserve a chance to explain himself. But, I had no intention to let him back into my life.

I grabbed my phone and dialed my old flame.

“Okay, Brad. Let’s meet up and talk. You deserve that much,” I said to him over the phone.

“You won’t regret this, Lucy. I’ll see you tomorrow night,” he said, hanging up the phone.

I paused after he ended the call. I forgot, during out small conversation, that I had already made plans for Friday night. I immediately called Brad back.

“Brad, I can’t do tomorrow night,” I said.

“Don’t you want to get together and hash this out, though? Wouldn’t sooner be better than later?”

“It would be, but I have plans for tomorrow night,” I said.

He scoffed over the phone.

“Then let’s get together in the early evening, you’ll still have your night free for your date, or whatever it is,” He replied.

“Fine,” I said.

I didn’t know what a terrible idea it was until I showed up the next evening. He wore his best clothes, and I had a feeling he thought this had the possibility of becoming a date.

I wore something simple but warm since I’d be at the game later. I wanted to be anywhere, but here, just the sight of his face was making my stomach churn.

“Hey Lucy,” he said.

I nodded my hello and sat down at the table. We had decided to meet at one of our old date night locations, which was a really bad idea. The nights we spent just sitting around drinking coffee, working on homework, and trying to avoid starvation; those memories all started flooding back, and I felt trapped.

“Can I start,” he said.

I nodded another yes.

“That girl didn’t mean anything to me,” he said.

“Then why were you sleeping with her,” I asked.

“I was having a moment of weakness. I’m only human, after all,” he said.

“Then as a human, you should learn to deal with the consequences,” I replied.

“Are you really going to play that ‘holier than thou’ card?” he asked, in a bit of rage.