by Eva Luxe
Brad smiled, his face changing, his eyes lighting up.
“No, Carly. I think it’s six years too late.”
Epilogue
Brad
6 months later
There were few things in life more satisfying than a good training session. I had played considerably well, even Coach Rudi had complimented me on it, and life was the way it should be. When I got home, the apartment was quiet.
“I’m home,” I called.
“I’m in the bedroom, getting ready to go out,” Carly answered.
I walked through to the bedroom, dumping my gear bag in the hallway on the way the master bedroom. Carly was sitting in front of the mirror at her dresser, the robe around her shoulders and her hair pinned up. She was doing her makeup.
“How was training?” she asked, looking at me in the mirror.
I crossed the room toward her, and she turned her head to kiss me. After she broke the kiss and turned her attention back to the mirror, I kissed her jaw, working my way down her neck and ending on her shoulder. When I glanced up and made eye contact with her in the mirror, she was shaking her head ever so slightly.
“What?” I asked, but I knew exactly what.
“You know what,” she said. “If you start something now, we’ll miss our reservation.”
I could think of nothing better than to take her to bed, get rid of the robe, and have my way with her. But she was right, we had a reservation, and I didn’t want to sacrifice tonight for sex. There would be plenty more time for that.
“I’m going to shower,” I said, leaving her to her makeup and walking to the bathroom. My life was perfect. I had a wonderful job that I loved enough that I never felt I worked a day in my life.
My apartment was spectacular, with a view to die for. I was surrounded by friends who were willing to drop everything and be there for me when I needed them. And I had the world’s most beautiful woman in the bedroom just on the other side of the door, waiting for me. I couldn’t be happier.
I turned on the hot water and stripped off my sweaty training clothes. The Florida Sharks had had a spectacular season. We had won every game except for one, and that one loss hadn’t touched our position in the rankings at all. I was at the peak of my career, with the scandal of six months ago long forgotten. My fans have always stood behind me, and they would continue to do so. I knew that football was just a sport, but I felt like a hero to them. One day, I would be on someone’s wall, the same way that the greats were on mine.
The best part of the past season was my supporter, Carly. She had very quickly turned into my number one fan, never missing a game and cheering the loudest. When things were going well, she celebrated with me. When I had an injury, she worried herself to death, and when I was down, she was sad with me. I had never dreamed of having a supporter the way Carly was. I couldn’t believe I had played the sport for six years without her by my side.
I stepped in under the hot spray and focused on letting my muscles relax. I had pushed harder today, running faster and lifting heavier weights. I wanted to be better than I already was. I didn’t compare myself to other team members. I didn’t compare myself to the greats of the past. The only person I compared myself to, was the person I was yesterday. It was an outlook on life that Carly had taught me, and it challenged me to excel above and beyond what I had dreamt I could do before. Everything about Carly pushed me to do better, if not for her, then for myself.
With the football season over, I wanted to take another long break. Maybe I would whisk Carly away to a mysterious destination, somewhere overseas. It would be good to get away from Miami, but I didn’t want to go back to Laramie. I wanted to find new places where Carly and I could create new memories, memories not attached to our past, but that would create the foundation for our future.
Carly knocked on the door. “You have to get out of the shower, my love. We’re going to be late.”
“I’ll be right out,” I called and hurried to finish up. Tonight, was too important for me to be late.
When I got out of the shower, I got dressed. I put on a new pair of jeans and a long sleeved, black, collared shirt. The new pair of Italian loafers went with it, and I styled my hair that had grown out a bit. Carly liked it long, and if it was what she liked, she would get it. When I stepped into the bedroom, she took my breath away. We had been living together for six months, and she still managed to do that to me.
She was wearing a red dress that flared out from the waist and hit her just above the knee. The neckline was scooped, leaving just enough to the imagination, and her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She wore golden jewelry, and black shoes completed the outfit. I walked to her and pulled her against me.
“I don’t have to tell you that you look fantastic,” I said. She smiled, and I kissed her. When I pulled away, I touched my lips. “Did I ruin your lipstick?” I asked.
Carly shook her head, smiling. She tapped her lips with her forefinger and showed me that it was clean. “It’s a long stay lipstick,” she said. “I got it today because you always ruin my lips, and I’m not going to stop kissing you.”
I laughed and kissed her again for good measure. We walked to the elevator and rode our way down to the parking garage. Carly and I had been living together for six months now, and it couldn’t have worked out better for us.
We were soulmates in the full sense of the word. She had done everything to be able to be with me. She was studying online now, taking her classes as webinars when it was serious and submitting her assignments online. When she needed to take tests, she was allowed to do it at home, provided she could prove the textbooks weren’t with her for the exam.
One time, she had flown back to Fort Collins to take a test that was required to attend in person. Other than that, she didn’t have to be physically present at all. Not only was long-distance studying working for her, she was doing really well. I wouldn’t be surprised if she graduated with all kinds of distinctions.
Because she stayed with me and didn’t go to classes where she could meet other people, Carly spent a lot of time with the girls. She had become close friends with all three of them, Kina in particular. The two of them often went shopping together or met up for coffee to talk about life.
When all of them got together, the four of them often arranged girls’ nights out, and I was more than happy to let Carly go with them. Sometimes Dana even visited and went out with them. Not only was she in good hands with the girls, but I didn’t doubt her dedication to me. Carly and I were in the perfect relationship. We had balance, compromise, and love.
We arrived at Zuma, and I gave the hostess my name. We were taken to the table I had reserved, and we sat down. The waitress brought us our menus and offered to fetch us drinks.
Zuma was one of the best Japanese restaurants in town, with everything from sushi, to fish, to vegetables perfectly cooked and served in Oriental style. It was always full and difficult to get a reservation, but I was Brad Williams, and I could pull some strings.
“I love this restaurant so much,” Carly said.
I nodded. It was the reason I had brought her here instead of choosing somewhere else. I wanted tonight to be memorable.
The meal was fantastic as always, the wine superb, and spending time with my girlfriend was as fulfilling as it could be. When it was time for dessert, Carly picked up the menu again.
“I don’t know what I want,” she said.
“I have an idea,” I said. “Why don’t we look at the menu, pick something we want, and say it together. Imagine we say the same thing.”
Carly laughed. “It would be funny, but I doubt it’s going to happen. We don’t have the same taste at all when it comes to dessert.”
I shrugged. “Humor me.”
Carly nodded. “One, two, three,” she counted.
“Tiramisu,” she said.
“Marry me,” I said at the same time.
Carly looked up at me, surprised. She looked like she thought sh
e must have heard me wrong.
Just to be clear, and because I valued tradition, I got out of my chair, kneeling in front of her. I produced a black velvet box with the ring I had bought for her on display.
“Will you marry me?” I asked the love of my life, the only girl I had ever been with, my soul mate since I was a teenager.
“Brad, I can’t believe this,” Carly said, and she sounded like she was emotional. “I thought we were talking about dessert.”
“I was talking about the perfect ending,” I said. “I love you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Please, be my wife.”
Tears were streaming down Carly’s cheeks now. She clasped her hands to her mouth and nodded. She extended her left hand to me, and I took the ring out of the box and slid it onto her finger. Thanks to Lacey, I had found out the ring size, and the ring fit perfectly.
Everyone around us applauded. It wasn’t every day a famous athlete proposed to his girlfriend in a busy restaurant. Carly flashed through her tears, smiling, and laughing, and I had to admit I felt quite emotional, too.
When we were finished with dinner and I paid the bill—we had gotten the dessert for free as congratulations on our engagement—we left the restaurant, and a flurry of reporters were outside, waiting for us. That night, they didn’t upset me. In fact, they were right on time.
“She said yes!” I proclaimed, and Carly and I turned to my car. When we were in the car, Carly laughed.
“That will give them something to chew on,” she said.
“Yeah, I thought it would be a good introduction to a press release,” I said.
I wanted to arrange something with Lacey or Kina as soon as possible, announcing our engagement to the world. Of course, it would be in the papers already after this. I didn’t care. Tonight, the whole world could know that I was the luckiest man on earth.
“My poor father,” Carly said. “He always has to find out the hard way what I’m up to with you.”
“I didn’t even think about that. My mom will hear it over the news, too.”
Carly shrugged. “I guess that’s part of being famous,” she said and giggled.
I nodded. My mom would find out over the news, but she wouldn’t be upset. She had seen this coming for a long time. I didn’t know how Carly’s parents would react, but we would take it as it came.
Her dad had softened his heart a little when he’d realized his daughter would be moving so far away and no longer needed his permission— or money— to live life the way she wanted to live it. Her mom had been squarely on our side since the day she’d told Carly to come to Miami with me— and boy, was I glad she had. As I drove us home to spend the night with my future wife, I was incredibly happy about how everything had turned out.
The next morning, Carly and I were all over the paper. The beautiful photo of us emerging from the restaurant with the diamond ring on Carly’s finger took front and center, and the headline was a question. “Are they engaged?”
The world was still debating if they knew the truth, though. Later, we would call our friends, get together, and break the news to them in person. We would spend the day celebrating, but right now, it was just me and Carly. I pulled her to me and kissed her.
“I love you, future Mrs. Williams,” I said.
Carly smiled a beautiful smile. “I love you, too.”
And that was it. I had found my way back to my childhood sweetheart, and had made her my fiancée. I couldn’t have asked for anything to have turned out better.
My life was complete. Except that maybe, down the road, I could see some little Brad- and- Carly’s running around. For now, though, I had everything I wanted, right here in my arms.
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Don’t Say a Word: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance
Copyright 2017 by Eva Luxe and Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved.
Chapter 1 – Hanson
There were so many hot women up in here. From the sad-eyed, impatient-looking chicks who had to wait in line because they didn’t have a connection to let them in ahead of all the rest of the poor saps, to the cocktail waitresses dancing on the bar to the bachelorette party attenders shaking their asses on the dance floor in celebration of their BFF’s final night of freedom, I couldn’t even keep up with the number of amazingly stunning women all around me. This was my perfect idea of a Friday night.
The White Room was the kind of night club the who’s who of Miami went to. Situated in Mid-Beach, the glamorous club was part of the Fontainebleau Hotel and a hot spot for famous folk and VIP regulars. I went there all the time. If I was going to get wasted, I was going to do it in style.
Did it cost a lot of money? Hell yeah. But as the Safety for the Florida Sharks Football team— at least, when my ass wasn’t suspended— I had enough cash to get fucked-off-my-face drunk without blinking at my bill at the end of the night.
The venue, the service, and the music was the shit, and that’s why hot women from all over came to the club. If there was anything that made me a happy man, it was a woman in a dress that left very little to the imagination.
Tonight, the club was packed. It consisted of a huge dance floor with banquet booths on the bottom floor, stairs that descended from the doors so you could scope out whoever came in, and sky boxes on the second floor that looked out over the dance floor. Sky boxes were reserved for VIPs like us, so that’s where we were hanging out tonight, just like all the other nights we came here.
I leaned on the chrome railing and looked out over the crowd with a glass of expensive whiskey in my hand. The music throbbed like a racing pulse, and bodies writhed to the beat. The air smelled of sweat and lust, an intoxicating combination.
“Man, it’s good to kick back,” Brian said, splayed out on one of the white leather couches. “I swear that last game fucked me up. I’m aching all over.”
“Is your face hurting?” I couldn’t help the smirk lifting my lip. I loved dicking around with Brian. He was too easy sometimes.
“Fuck you too.” He rolled his eyes and chuckled. “My face is not hurting, and it’s not killing you. All these women around here are looking at me, idiot. You know this.”
I shrugged and sipped my whiskey. He was an idiot, but I would keep him around. I turned a little as my back ached. He was bent over thanks to the last game; I was just sore from a shitty night of sleep.
Getting hurt in the game was an occupational hazard. Brian McMurry was the Running Back for the Sharks. He was good at what he did and a fan favorite. He was also my best friend. We had played for the Hurricanes together before we’d been selected for the team, and if there was anyone I would turn to in a crisis, it was Brian.
“How long until you’re back in action?” Brian asked. “You must be losing your shit not playing for so long.”
I nodded. “Losing my shit” was an accurate description. Not playing drove me crazy, but I had to deal with it. Life was all about the choices you made.
“Two more games,” I said, rolling my shoulders. “Then I’m back.”
I turned toward Brian and sat down, too. Brian sipped a glass of soda water like a teetotaler. He had training in the morning. The Sharks started at six, and we had to “Focus-Listen-Learn,” as the signage above the door to the training facility reminded us. It was hard to do that when you had so much alcohol in your system the world spun when you stood still.
I would know. While I was off, though, I could drink as much as I wanted to, but that wasn’t much of a benefit, considering the serious trouble I was in with the team.<
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Being suspended wasn’t a joke. I would rather play and be sober most of the time than wasted and watching my team on television.
“Thanks for saving my ass,” Brian said. “You know, for taking the fall.”
I waved my hand dismissively. “Don’t sweat it. Really.”
Brian nodded, but I could see the tightness in his shoulders. He didn’t want anyone doing anything for him. We were the same in that way.
“You’re talking to Coach on Wednesday?” he asked.
I nodded. Wednesday was the day Coach had asked me to come in to talk about my public image. My suspension for driving under the influence had been tacked on to the bottom of a whole list of infractions, mostly to do with women. I had to clean my act up a little if I wanted to show my face in public again.
I wasn’t looking forward to it. I understood my suspension. I made my choice on that, and I would live with the consequences. But I didn’t want to give up the women. Being with whoever I wanted, whenever I wanted, didn’t affect my game. In fact, I had a theory that the more sexually satisfied I was, the better I played. It was an opinion that Coach didn’t share.
Coach Rudi Thompson was the kind of man that put everything into his players. The game was as important to us as it was to him. He lived vicariously through us, being unable to play anymore himself.
“When you talk to Coach, remember where he’s coming from,” Brian said.
His mind had evidently been on the same train of thought as mine.
I shook my head. “I know what you’re going to say, and I don’t want to hear it,” I said. “It’s not Wednesday yet, and we’re here to have fun. Remember? Quit thinking about football for a minute. I’m going to go down there and find us each a girl.”
Brian chuckled. “I’m not going to stick around long enough for that.”
I shook my head. “Don’t be a dick. I know you want to get some tonight. It’s the best remedy for aching bones.”