Happily Ever All-Star: A Secret Baby Romance

by Sosie Frost

  Jack didn’t apologize for any of it. “I’m not allowed to have a good time?”

  “Your definition of a good time would entertain three men.”

  His jaw set. “Sorry my nights aren’t a half a glass of wine, a thousand piece puzzle, and Netflix—”

  “Hey!”

  “Sorry, Kiss, you don’t seem the party type.”

  “That’s a compliment coming from you.”

  I was not explaining myself to Blowjob McCloseCall. For the past year as lead on his case, I’d tried my hardest to foster a professional relationship with the least professional man in the entire American League. No way I’d let that arrogant manwhore get under my skin.

  Or my clothes.

  No matter how much he tried.

  Jack laughed. “You need someone to take you out…and then take you home.”

  “Excuse me. We’re talking about your sex scandal first.”

  “Gotta have sex for a scandal.”

  “Oh, good. I’ll just put in the press release you were taking those three floozies to church.”

  He rapped a hand on the table. “They weren’t floozies.”

  “What were their names?”

  His cocksure smile faded. He gnawed a lip, but I stopped him before he furrowed his brow.

  “You’re unbelievable, Jack.”

  “One was…Sophie?” He shrugged. “Then there was Halter-Top…and…uh, Blondie.”

  “Great.” I scrolled my email again. “That makes my job easier. Anonymous sex. Fantastic.”

  “Technically, it was supposed to be an anonymous foursome.” He crossed his arms behind his head. “What might have been...”

  “I hope you aren’t this insufferable around your teammates.”

  “Kiss, you’re getting off easy. With them, I’m much worse.”

  The door opened. I stood, welcoming my boss as she escorted Jack’s agent inside. Jolene blushed the instant she greeted Jack, though she’d never have any luck with the quarterback.

  Then again, he humped anyone who crossed his path. God only knew who Jack Carson’s next target would be. I pitied that future girl with her night of meaningless, animalistic sex in the arms of an athletic, masculine god who wanted nothing more than a couple hours of utter passion and no regrets.

  At least…I thought I pitied the girl.

  Maybe.

  Jolene sat at my side, unable to look at her client. Her crush on Jack was so awkward she let me take the lead on the case even though I was still her assistant. The hotshot quarterback was a thorn in our side, but if I could keep him out of trouble, I’d get a well-deserved promotion. I wasn’t stopping until I got the partnership in Jolene’s company and became the best publicist in the city.

  “Finn.” Jack nodded to his agent. “How you holding up?”

  Finn wiped his forehead with a handkerchief and juggled a half-empty bottle of Pepto-Bismol. “Just got off the phone with Coach Thompson.”

  Jolene and I braced for the worst. Finn pulled his phone from his pocket. His hand left sweat prints on both the cell and mahogany table. I offered him a glass of water. He declined, sipping the Pepto instead.

  “Let me guess.” Jack wasn’t intimidated. Did anything ever bother him? “He’s disappointed.” He held up a hand and started counting on his fingers. “He’s panicking that I’m hurt. He’s demanding that I stay out of the spotlight. Wants me to drop the lifestyle. He’s pissed about the women, about the wreck, about the late night. He won’t say a damn thing about the teammates who actually invited me out. The blame rests solely on me.”

  Finn nodded. “You left out most of the profanity.”

  He gestured to me. “The ladies have delicate sensibilities.”

  I declined to respond to the asshole.

  It was only eight AM and already Finn loosened his tie. “Jack, you are the leader of the Rivets. On the field and off.”

  “Bullshit,” he said.

  “That’s your responsibility, Jack.”

  “Last year, I broke two single season records and tied for another three. That’s where my leadership lies. My nightlife doesn’t matter, only if I can get the team to the championship. And I did.”

  “And you lost.”

  Finn said what we all thought, but it was nothing Jack wanted to hear. The chair toppled as he stood. He loomed over us with a dark scowl that made the tattoos on his arms darken in the artificial light of the conference room.

  I knew he didn’t belong trapped indoors like this. A man like Jack needed to vent his frustration on the field, in the gym, or in the bed of a beautiful woman.

  Or three of them, apparently.

  It was easier to judge the manwhore when I wasn’t imagining what he’d do to the lucky woman.

  Jack extended his arms, tightening his muscles. Broad. Powerful. “I’m paying all of you a shit ton of money to represent me. So fucking represent me. You want to pretend I’m some beacon of moral responsibility, fucking tell people I’m a damn saint. Earn your salaries like I do every goddamned Sunday. Until then, I’m out of here.”

  “Jack…” I called to him before he reached the door. The phone rang as he grabbed the knob. “The League is calling. You have to talk to President Bennett.”

  “Son of a—”

  Jolene answered the call and pressed her fingers to her lips. She plastered on a twenty dollar smile and greeted the president as if they were old buddies instead of the monthly target of Frank Bennett’s rage against Jack.

  “Frank…how are you?” Jolene immediately flinched against a hail of profanity from both the phone and Jack slamming into his seat. “We’ve been waiting for your call. I have you on speaker with Finn Smith, Mr. Carson’s agent, and my assistant, Leah Williams.”

  “I remember.”

  Frank didn’t mince words. He also didn’t greet us because he had no reason to say hello. We had hardly hung up the phone since the last conversation. This scandal would result in the same meeting as before. Just like the last call. And the call before that. And the meeting before that…

  Every conversation had the same concerns: booze, women, and bad decisions.

  It was easier to represent players who were actually in trouble with the law. At least the public could believe they were legitimately remorseful when they got caught with the cookie jar. Jack had his hand up too many skirts to look like anything but an unrepentant womanizer.

  “Carson there?” Frank’s voice bit over his name.

  Jolene pretended not to notice, though she raised her eyebrow at me. “Yes, he is, sir.”

  “Hungover?”

  Jack snorted. “I wasn’t drinking last night.”

  Frank laughed, cold. “Well, what restraint, Carson. Should we hold a parade in your honor?”

  This wouldn’t be a pleasant call. Frank Bennett wasn’t intimidated by Jack’s abilities or successes. The new league president didn’t care about ratings. It was our luck that he was committed to bringing professionalism back to the league after countless problems with drugs, domestic abuse, and allegations of interleague cheating.

  “I suppose you heard the news,” Jolene said. “We’re pleased to report that Mr. Carson is not injured and neither were the other passengers in his car.”

  “Passengers?” Frank spat the word. “I think that’s more respect than those whores deserve. Please tell me you didn’t pay for their company, Carson.”

  Jack’s hand curled into a fist, but he forced a smile. The smirk didn’t make him friendly. “I’m man enough to earn my women, Frank.”

  “You man enough to own up to this mistake?”

  “That van driver was at fault, the police said—”

  “I don’t give a damn what the police said, Carson! You were in the accident. You were photographed bleeding. The other car doesn’t matter. They weren’t the multi-million dollar quarterback more concerned with what’s in his pants than his surroundings.”

  “Do you want me out of my pants…or would you prefer I crawl
up your ass, Frank?” Jack lost his temper. Already. “I’m the one who got in the accident. I’m the one who totaled a very expensive, very rare car. Where’s my are you okay, Jack? Or Are you hurt?”

  “Now you listen here you little punk—”

  Finn nervously spoke. “Let’s focus on the issue at hand.”

  “This issue?” Frank practically snarled into the phone. “The issue is that the star quarterback for one of the most prestigious teams in the league is out every damn night picking up women, getting into trouble, and now recklessly driving and wrecking his car—”

  Jack gripped his chair. He’d either break the arms or his fingers. “The accident wasn’t my fault—”

  “Yes. This accident wasn’t your fault, but who knows what will happen next! You are worth millions of dollars—not just to yourself or your city, but to the league! What happens when those women sue you for damages? Or worse? What happens if one day a woman alleges you forced yourself on her?”

  “Whoa!” Jack nearly ripped the phone from the table. “Let’s get something straight. I don’t have to force myself on anyone. Those women are begging me—”

  “Yes, I’m sure that’s the case.” Jolene interrupted before Jack revealed too many of his exploits. “But, from a PR standpoint, the media will begin to spin Jack’s nights on the town as an aggressive male on the prowl for women. While many of his lady friends are…” She cleared her throat. “…charmed, by Mr. Carson, our surveys have shown an unfavorable opinion of his reputation.”

  “My concern isn’t with his reputation, it’s with the league!” Frank must have pounded on his desk. “And I will not let Carson make a fool out of the entire, national organization because he chooses indecency over his responsibilities to his team.”

  Jack was pissed enough to list his accomplishments. “I hold the single season passing record.”

  Frank didn’t listen. “I can’t abide by this sort of behavior. He’s jeopardizing not only the league’s image—”

  “And the single season touchdown record—”

  “—But he’s also endangering himself to a personal liability—”

  “—The team record for completions in a season—”

  Frank’s voice rose, silencing everyone. “These instances of misconduct will come to an end. Fining him has done nothing in the past, so I have no other recourse.”

  Finn waved a hand to silence Jack. “Mr. Bennett, what are you planning?”

  “A four game suspension for now. I’m arranging an internal investigation and pursuing a contract termination and expulsion from the league.”

  My heart sank. Jack nearly launched from the conference room.

  “It’s the off-season!” He yelled. “Christ, training camp begins in two weeks. You’re going to expel me for doing absolutely nothing wrong eight weeks before the season starts?”

  Finn frowned. “Mr. Bennett, I was on the phone with Coach Thompson…he didn’t mention anything about an expulsion—”

  “Christ, I should have cracked my head through the windshield,” Jack said. “Maybe you wanted to see more blood.”

  “I don’t take this decision lightly, Carson. And you should be grateful I don’t talk to Coach Thompson and recommend he cut you now and let you flounder while we sort out the details.”

  Jack sneered. “Like a dozen other teams wouldn’t piss themselves to sign me.”

  “Not if I introduce a good-conduct clause into all league contracts—starting this season. I’ll force you to behave or the entire team will be fined for your delinquency.”

  “You can’t do that.”

  “The preliminary language is with the player’s union now.” Frank paused. “No one will take a chance on you, Carson. You’re a risk and a liability and a PR nightmare. One day, you’ll pick the wrong fight or take home the wrong girl, and you won’t be as lucky as you are today.” He scoffed. “Three women last night, Jack?”

  Jack couldn’t charm and rage at the same time. He threatened instead. “This is bullshit. I was giving those women a ride home.”

  I braved a chance to jump into the conversation. “Mr. Bennett, a suspension or expulsion will only punish the Rivets and place Mr. Carson in the spotlight. If you feel discipline is the best course of action, we wouldn’t argue with you, but forcing more attention onto this issue will publicize the scandal.”

  Frank exhaled. “I’m sorry, Ms. Williams, but Carson’s image hurts everyone. He is no role-model for the younger fans, and he does not project an impression of respect, decorum, or responsibility.”

  Jack simmered, ready to blow. “How am I supposed to look responsible? Pick up litter in the park? Herd a family of ducklings across the road?”

  Frank didn’t care for his tone. “How about presenting yourself as a functional member of society? Show up to practice, go home at night, and act like a reasonable adult. Find yourself one woman and settle your ass down!”

  Just the words Jack didn’t want to hear, and yet…

  His eyebrows arched.

  He stared at me, lips curling into one of the smiles that would spell ruin for any woman he chased.

  I never trusted Jack before, and I certainly didn’t now.

  “You think people want me in a committed relationship?” Jack’s voice changed, suddenly excited. Thoughtful. Scheming.

  Frank didn’t hesitate. “Yes. It would show you’ve matured. Grown. Become a wholesome, trustworthy man.”

  “Well…” Jack’s smile grew, though he steadied his voice into a mockery of respectability. “As nice as that sounds for me...my girl deserves better than getting tossed to the media sharks.”

  I frowned.

  “Your girl?” Frank repeated.

  “Why should I have to parade my girlfriend around to prove my behavior is honest?”

  “Your…” Frank shared a moment of utter confusion with the rest of the room. “You have a girlfriend?”

  Jack’s eyes darted to mine.

  I silently mouthed to him. “What are you doing?”

  He grinned. That was a bad sign. Jack was just getting started. He savored the attention and that meant everyone was in trouble.

  “Yeah, I have a girlfriend. Long term. Which is why this whole issue is insulting to both of us.”

  Jolene and Finn shared a puzzled look. They asked Jack the question at the same time.

  “Who’s your girlfriend?”

  His dimples flashed at me.

  My stomach flipped. Twisted. Rebelled.

  No way. He wasn’t about to drag me into this. He wouldn’t lie to save his own ass.

  Would he?

  I chilled in rage and warmed in indignation. The penetrating and undeniably fierce gaze of a prowling Jack Carson focused on me.

  Yes, he would.

  He would totally lie, and he would drag my reputation down with him.

  He was going to use me to get out of trouble!

  “We haven’t made it public…” Jack said.

  His smile would slay me. My heart crashed against my ribs.

  Don’t you dare.

  He shrugged. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to let everyone know.”

  He wouldn’t.

  “Kiss, you know I’m crazy about you.”

  I saw red. I’d never count to ten without exploding, so I tried in different languages, only making it to tres, trois, and drei before Jolene freaked out.

  “You’re…you’re dating Leah?” She squealed.

  No!

  “Yes, ma’am. I’m head over heels for her.”

  No, no, no!

  I didn’t have the air left in my lungs after that gut punch. I stared at him, dumbfounded, trying to figure out how to scream without any breath.

  “We’ve been keeping it quiet.” Jack looked too goddamned proud of himself. “You know how she is. Leah would rather put someone else in the spotlight. I think she cares about my career as much as she cares about me. She’s got a big heart. That’s what drew me to her in the first pl
ace.”

  I’d kill him. I’d absolutely, positively kill him.

  Was he trying to give me a stroke? Or get me fired? I denied his advances, but that was no reason to destroy my career! He was a lunatic!

  Oh, sweet baby Jesus, he lied to the league president.

  Frank’s voice hollowed. “You, Jack Carson, are in a committed relationship with your publicist?”

  Jack wagged his eyebrows at me. I’d smack that smug grin off his face. “We wanted to keep it low-profile, but, with all the talk of running me out of the league, I’m sure Leah won’t mind vouching for me—her loving boyfriend and biggest client.”

  He used the PR firm against me. He knew how much I needed him as a client to advance my career!

  This wasn’t happening. I couldn’t pretend to be in a relationship with a cocky, playboy like Jack. No self-respecting woman would ever admit to being his girlfriend. Jack was nothing more than a woman’s naughtiest fantasy. No future. No promises. No family. No anything besides a night of pure sex and a regretted mistake for notching on his bedpost.

  Jack insulted me, tried to ruin my reputation, and would destroy me to save his own ass.

  Except…he was right. He was our biggest client. And he paid us a lot of money.

  Jolene’s crush gave me the lead on everything. I headed most of his interviews, organized his media exposure, and called for his sponsorships. Another year or two of working at this level, and she’d promote me to partner.

  My dream job…all at the whim of a man who kept his brain zipped up tight in his pants.

  If he lost his job, I’d lose an opportunity to build my own career.

  I’d heard of women sleeping with their bosses to get to the top, but faking sleeping with someone? That was just as distasteful. Especially since I was the one woman in a tri-county radius not sleeping with Jack Carson!

  No way was Frank going to buy this once I leapt across the table and choked the life out of that arrogant son of a bitch.

  But I wanted my job as badly as Jack wanted his.

  He grinned in excitement, loving the game almost as much as his new chew toy. I didn’t have time to think of an excuse, and I couldn’t imagine any other way to dissuade Frank Bennett from expelling Jack from the league.