Billionaire Flawed 2(175)

I walked out of the restaurant, somehow feeling a sense of finality. It was the closure that I was lacking from our previous encounter. I wanted to go back in there and swear at him for another hour. I wanted to scream until my lungs belted fire. I wanted to do so many things that I knew would be bad for me. So, instead, I went to the game.

7.

Tiffany and I sat behind the team, just a few rows back. I hadn’t really gone to any sporting events this season. The games rarely held my interest for long.

Still, I wanted to cheer Chris on; he needed more cheerleaders in his corner. I knew what he was trying to achieve; he was just like me. He wanted to follow his dreams and become a pro player. I just wanted to find a dream to follow.

He turned back a few times during the game and made eye contact. His expression remained mostly jovial with his fellow players.

“He’s acting different,” Tiffany said.

“How so,” I asked.

“I haven’t seen him so talkative with his teammates. He’s usually a guy that keeps his head in the game until it’s over.”

She would know; she was probably one of his biggest fans.

“I wonder what’s gotten into him,” she asked.

Our team, led by Chris, crushed the other team. I cheered until I could barely speak.

The field started clearing out, Chris didn’t head to the lockers with the team. He waited on the bench, deep in thought.

I waited in the stands; Tiffany decided to head home for the night, and I told her I’d manage a way home myself, later. All that remained were a few staff members cleaning, me, and Chris.

I walked down to the field to join him, but he was pulled aside by the coach before I could catch up. I managed to just barely overhear their conversation.

“They were impressed tonight,” he said.

“Yeah? I thought I’d rely more on my team than try to win it by myself,” Chris replied.

“They’re still a little slow to decide, but they said that it looks promising. I’ll keep my ear to the ground for you,” the coach said.

“Thanks,” Chris said.

“Get out there and party, tonight. You earned this one,” the coach slapped him hard in the arm and walked off toward the locker room.

Chris snatched his helmet from the bench then looked over at me. He almost looked a little disgusted, but I couldn’t tell.

“Hey,” I said.

“Did you enjoy the game,” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said, “you looked really good, and it sounds like those scouts liked you a little better this week, too.”

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn't a little excited.”

I laughed and walked over to join him.

I wrapped my arms around him, giving him another big hug.

“Are you sure Brad won’t get jealous,” he asked.

“Why would Brad be jealous,” I questioned.

“I saw you guys at the restaurant earlier. I saw you guys making out.” Chris said.

I wanted to laugh but stifled it as best I could.

“Brad ambushed me with a kiss,” I said, “I wish I hadn’t even gone to meet up with him.”

“I was hoping that I’d get to talk to you before the game,” Chris said.

“What about,” I asked.

“I have started to see things in a much different light, since the other day. I’ve tried to do everything alone, and I had it handled until I met you.” He said.

“What are you trying to say,” I asked.

“I’m saying that my outlook has changed. I don’t want to sleep around with a bunch of girls; that part of me has died over the last week. I’ve had a lot of offers, believe me.”

I laughed at the idea of him turning down sex. He joined in and pulled me in for a hug.

“I want someone who’ll be there when I’m sad, someone who will cozy up with me and watch TV on a boring night. I think I just want someone I can go home to. And, I was hoping it would be you.”

I could feel tears begin to well up behind my eyes. He was baring his soul to me, and it was hard to deny him. I pressed my head to his chest and pulled him in tight.

“Would you like to go out on a date with me? It’ll be my first,” he asked.

I pulled myself away.

“Sure, but, this time, I get to take you to my favorite spot,” I replied.

He threw his arm around me and we walked off the field, together.

We had each other, and that was more than either of us needed.



THE END

SPORTS Romance – One Game at a Time

“So you’re the prosecutor this time? I will never understand why you like playing courtroom games with all your other friends,” Matt said.

I perked up, brushed the errant hair from my face, and took another sip of my coffee.

“You just don’t get it; the high of winning an argument. It’s like going skydiving, or what I assume skydiving would be like. I’ve never been, but I can imagine it would be quite a thrill,” I said.