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“Still, though. I’d fancy you a mother. I think you could be one of the greats, cause I’ve seen how you handle the people that come through my bar.”

I smiled at the compliment.

“Thanks Devlin,” I said.

Then my phone started vibrating. It was Jake again. I picked up the phone and answered.

“Jake-“

“Angie, I need to talk to you, as soon as possible. Where are you?”

“Devlin’s bar where we first met,” I replied.

“Just wait there, I’ll be right down.”

Devlin gave me an approving wink and returned to getting the bar ready for the evening. Ten minutes passed and the door flew open.

Jake walked in, and I could see that he had some reporters with him. But, before they could enter he turned around and locked the door.

“Hey, that door needs to remain unlocked during business hours,” shouted Devlin from across the bar.

“Just ten minutes,” replied Jake.

He came over to me and pushed his way into the booth next to me. At least, his shirt wasn’t covered in scotch this time.

“Angie, I know it’s only been a couple of hours since we last talked, but I can’t get this out of my head,” he said.

“How do you think I feel, Jake? This decision is driving me insane. And with all the reporters outside, I can’t say no. But, I can’t say yes either. If I have this baby, then my career is over.”

“Angie, I can’t stand the thought of being without you,” he said, “and I can’t stand the idea of you losing the baby, either.”

It pricked my ears up.

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

He pulled himself away from the booth and knelt down on his knee, producing a ring box from his pocket.

“Angie, I’ve been all over downtown in the last two hours, once you walked out I realized that I couldn’t say goodbye to you again, not like this.”

He creaked opened the small box and showed off a gorgeous and simple ring.

“Will you marry me?” he asked.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. The burden in the back of my mind dissipated instantly as I looked into his soulful eyes.

“Yes, Jake. Let’s get married,” I said.

I stood up from the booth, and he picked me up triumphantly.

Devlin, the sneaky bastard, had taken the chance to come up behind us and unlock the front door. I had never been in the center of such a media affair.

The next week was nothing but my face in the paper next to his in that silly booth at Devlin’s.

The marriage got him so excited that Jake went on a winning streak, and became much more popular. With us getting married, Martin had nothing left to say.

I could still remember the last game of the season, sitting in the box seat not as an agent, but as a wife. The other players wives had started to accept me. Monica ended up moving across the country, last I heard, she hated every second with her new husband.

We had each other, and in the end, that was all that mattered.



THE END





Billionaire Romance - The Billionaire’s Love Child


I knew there was the possibility that I would have to manage personal matters for Mr. Ellis, but this was becoming a daily chore of which I had no interest.

“Ahem…” I coughed.

This woman was pretty, a tall leggy blonde with gorgeous skin. Her full figure was sprawled out over the rich silk bedspread, and I couldn’t help but compare her likeness to the girl from the previous night. Mr. Ellis seemed to have a thing for tall blondes. But, then again, there was the redhead last week that stayed for the weekend.

The girl in the bed stirred and snapped awake after noticing me at the end of the bed.

“It’s 10:30 am and Mr. Ellis has left for business. Breakfast is available whenever you’d like it and a car is ready to take you wherever you need to go,” I said.

“Thank you, but I think I’ll stay here until he returns,” she responded condescendingly.

I picked up a few of her things from the floor and tossed them to the bed.

“Unfortunately, that won’t be possible as Mr. Ellis will be busy the remainder of the day. We have your number should he fancy your company again.”

I couldn’t help but feel disdainful of the woman lying comfortably on the bed. She probably hadn’t done much with her life outside of looking attractive. It seemed that she wasn’t enjoying my ogling.

“Give me a minute to get dressed, and keep your tongue in your mouth. I only prefer men … most of the time.” She said while biting her lip.

The idea of sleeping with a woman like that seemed reprehensible.

“Whatever the case, I have business that needs attending. I’ll take my leave.”

She gave me a snarl while picking up her things. I paid her no mind and left the room.