Billionaire Flawed 2(127)

Maybe you ought to join your players on a run or two, she said.

So that's what having a young wife is going to be like. Daily runs and serious screwing in the evening. I'll soon be back in shape.

Wife? she said.

Er....no I meant,

Before he could finish, she put a finger over his mouth. I like wife better than whatever you were going to say.

Me too, he said.

Are you sure? You won't go running away again?

No. I won't. You are the one for me. Of that, I have no doubt. We will be a rock solid couple.





Lizzie found out six weeks later that she was pregnant. Sam was so thrilled he paid for the team to have free drinks all evening in BJ's. He even told Cora she wasn't that bad after all.

Fatherhood brought a gentler, more understanding side to him which helped no end in training his players. Suddenly there was a bond and results started to come again. By the time his son was three, Sam was being hailed as the best collegiate football coach in the county.

A year later, he'd been poached by the NFL, where he earned so much money the financial security of his family was guaranteed forever.

Lizzie finished her studies but chose to be a full-time mom. She had four kids whom she idolized. She and Sam never divorced. They were happy together for the rest of their days.



THE END

SPORTS Romance - Not With the Coach

I tried, in earnest, to look a little relaxed. I inhaled deeply and slowly breathed out, hoping that my nerves would go with it. It didn’t seem to help in the slightest.

Jennie didn’t seem fazed; she was a natural at appearing- well- natural. I always felt, at least, some measure of envy towards her when we spent time together.

The most attractive men I’d ever seen paraded by us, giving large smiles at Jennie and avoiding my gaze as much as possible, it seemed. I was used to it by now. Yet, I still held a shred of hope that someone 'd notice me.

“Yeah! Go Brad!” Jennie shouted while waving at the stand where the players congregated.

I applauded and did my best to look the part as a fan of the team. The pep rally was full of fans, and the cheering onlookers were having the desired effect on the team.

It hadn’t been my first rally that year, and for some reason, I felt my nervous at every one. I couldn’t tell what was causing it in the slightest. I wasn’t speaking in public, or expecting to be approached by a player, however, nice that would have been. I wondered if maybe they were jitters of excitement, and I was just hoping our team would crush the opposition.

“We have to watch them practice tomorrow, Sandy,” Jennie said, as I clapped with the crowd.

I nodded and smiled at her.

I was always her tag along, as a handbag that fit her outfit perfectly. I didn’t mind, though, I just enjoyed being wanted.

The crowd began to disperse a while later, and Jennie bade me stay so she wouldn’t be alone while she waited for Brad.

“Hey, girl,” I heard Brad say from behind.

We both spun and after taking her first look at him, ran to him and jumped up to straddle his waist. I might as not have existed; they paid me no mind and began to wander off. I checked the time on my phone; it was too late for any of the buses, and with no money for a cab, I figured that walking would be best.

I palmed the can of mace I kept in my purse; an old habit and probably a good one to have. The street was still littered with people going in every direction.

“So Jennie ditched you again, eh?” I heard an older voice from behind. It was Coach Reynolds.

“Evening Mr. Reynolds,” I said curtly, “and, yes,” I added. He seemed amused, filling the evening air with laughter.

“That girl is trouble, and I think Brad will find out soon enough,” he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“She doesn’t know who her real friends are, yet. I think she’s a bit too boy crazy, which is fine. But, if she keeps that up she won’t have anyone to rely on.”

I nodded, not really understanding what he meant.

“Do you need a ride home,” he asked.

I knew what I wanted to say, but I wasn’t able to say it.

“I think I’m okay. I’ll just walk,” I replied.

“Oh nonsense, I couldn’t let someone walk home in the dark alone like this. It’s only right. Just come with me,” he said.

While it was a little demanding, I was glad that he insisted. I already felt a little safer now that he was nearby.

We had walked another block before we got to his car; an old muscle car from the 60’s. The paint was a little rough from wear, and the interior was slightly cracked along some of the seams, but it looked like he prided himself on it. A great amount of care was put into maintaining this old thing. I felt a bit out of place sliding into the passenger seat.