All In_ Paying to Play(19)

"No?" I ask with a raised eyebrow in question.

"Someday," he says with a boyish grin so charming that I know for a fact it has made many, many panties disappear.

Finally our pizza is delivered to interrupt our conversation. It was getting way too...normal and nice for my liking. It's weird to be on uncharted ground with Jake.





Chapter Eight


Jake

Practice is just wrapping up Friday afternoon. I'm walking back to the locker room when I look over at the sidelines of the practice field. There, sitting in the otherwise empty bleachers, is no other than Satan. Fucking great.

He's either here for me or Zack, and since Zack walks right by him without a word he must be here to talk to me. Can't wait.

I take my helmet off when he stands up and approaches. I'm hot, tired, thirsty, and hungry so I'm really not in the mood for this shit.

"Young," the smarmy lawyer calls out, like I don't know he's there for me.

"What's up?" I ask.

"I don't like what I've been seeing in the lifestyle section of the newspaper," he tells me. So far the Charlotte News & Observer has published a picture of me and Addy sucking face before getting kicked out of the Capital Grille, one of us holding hands at the pizza place, and one last night of me kissing her cheek while holding the car door for her when we left the Japanese restaurant.

"Then you should take that up with Jerry," I snap. "He wants me to look pussy whipped. No one's gonna buy that shit if she doesn't ever touch me out in public."

"You listen to me, asshole,” he says, getting into my face trying to be all threatening, even though I’m at least half a head taller and definitely a lot bigger. “Keep your fucking hands off of Addison or I'll have your contract shredded."

"All I'm doing is what Jerry told me to fucking do," I respond through clenched teeth. "He's the one that makes the call on my contract, not you."

"Yeah he does. Maybe I need to tell him about you fucking my assistant after he told you to keep your dick in your pants."

"That's bullshit! You know Holly and I were-"

"I’ll let you in on a little secret Holly doesn't know because she's new. We have cameras all over the office, including the copy room and the conference room. From what I saw, you fucked her at least three times, on Tuesday, Friday, and Saturday, all after your and Bradford's meeting with Jerry on Monday."

“Yeah, and if it wasn’t for you blackmailing her with that shit, I’d still be fucking Holly instead of living with Addison, wouldn’t I?”

My fists are balled up at my sides, begging to punch this motherfucker in the face.

"Keep your hands off Addison or Jerry's getting those tapes. My word against yours. This is your last fucking warning," he says before walking away.

I’m still fuming after I shower and drive home, unable to figure out what pisses me off more, him telling me I can’t touch Addy or him threatening to end my football career that I’ve worked my ass off for. For some reason, him warning me to keep my hands off her only makes me want to put them on her even more. She’s gotten hotter every day this week. After the three nights in a row we’ve come home after dinner, I’ve been dying to drag her to my bed and fuck the smartass out of her. Hell, I want her to take all that feistiness out on me while we’re both naked. But now…

Walking into the house I slam the front door, needing some place to channel my anger.

“Jeez, Jake. You scared the shit out of me. Why are you slamming doors?” Addy asks when she steps out of the kitchen. And Goddamn it, she’s sexy as fuck. In a tiny ass white dress and white heels, I’m momentarily stunned, wondering if she’s wearing white panties, or any panties for that matter since the damn dress is practically see-through. Not that I can find out now. Stupid asshole lawyer!

“Because it’s my fucking house,” I mutter, heading to the fridge to grab a beer.

“Fine, be a jerk,” she grumbles from the doorway. “Are you hungry? Is that why you're grumpy? Where are we going for dinner?”

Yes, I am hungry, but I don’t want to go out. Not if I can't touch her.

“We’re not going out, and what’s with all the goddamn questions like I’m on trial?”

“Um, I’m not sure why you’re pissed, but you need to stop redirecting your anger at me.”

“Oh, for the love of God. Enough with the psychobabble bullshit! Could you just not run your fucking know-it-all-mouth for like five minutes?”

“Fuck you,” she snaps before taking off down the hall.

Damn, finally a moment of silence, even if I hate having her pissed at me. And holy fuck, I hope she changes out of that dress before my balls explode. I take my beer into the living room, and have just sat down with the remote in my hand when she shrieks.