Go Hard: A Bad Boy Sports Romance(83)

Which suited me just fine.

“Nash Bell, how are you?”

“I’m good, Melissa. How are you?”

“I’m swell. So, who is this sitting with you?”

I smiled as Nash introduced me. “This is Selena Wood.” He paused dramatically. “My new wife.”

Melissa laughed. “Congrats to you two. Can I see the ring?”

I held my hand out, and she glanced at it before looking back to Nash. “So, tell me how it happened.”

“I was in Chicago doing interviews, a lot like this one. She was there visiting a friend.”

“That's fun,” Melissa said, smiling.

“Yeah, well, she’s a fun girl. More fun than I am. Anyway, I was at this bar, drinking like I normally do, and this girl comes up to me. I don’t know how, but she manages to trip and spill her damn drink right in my lap.”

Melissa laughed. “You’re kidding me.”

He shook his head, grinning. “True story. Right in my lap. Well, I bought her a new drink, and we hit it off from there.”

“Oh wow. How embarrassing,” Melissa said, laughing.

I glared at Nash. That asshole didn’t have to make me look like a clumsy idiot in our story. And Melissa was clearly eating it up; anything to make me look bad. The woman clearly had something against me, or maybe she had something for Nash.

“Tell me, Selena, is that how you remember it?”

“More or less,” I said quickly. “Although I remember he was much less smooth about the whole thing.”

Melissa laughed, delighted. “Well isn’t this a delicious story. So, you two eloped. Why?”

“Impatience,” Nash said. “You know how I’ve been lately, drinking too much, partying too much. I’m ready to get my life together, and I want that life to be with Selena.”

Melissa practically melted at that. “Wow Nash. That’s so sweet. Selena?”

I looked at her. “Yes?”

She frowned at me. “What do you think?”

I blinked, blanking for a second. Nash quickly put his hand on my leg again. “Sorry. She’s a little camera shy,” he said.

Melissa smiled. “That’s okay. Nothing to be afraid of. Just tell me about the wedding.”

“It was good,” I said finally. “I’m just glad he’s finally getting himself together, is all.”

“Great,” she said, turning back to Nash. “Now, I have some questions about the upcoming movie.”

I spaced out as the two of them chatted about the movie and the book. I didn’t know why I had blanked like that and panicked. It must have been because of Nash’s answer. It had just seemed so sincere and honest, and frankly, it had taken me off guard.

He hadn’t said any of that stuff to me, or at least he hadn’t prepared me for that. I didn’t know he was playing this whole thing as some redemption story, but that did make sense. He wanted it to look like he was settling down, get the publishers off his back, make his fans happy.

And I was his arm candy, there to smile and look wholesome.

Fine. So long as I got my million dollars, I could do that. I could be his window dressing.

The interview slowly wound down and finally ended. We all stood up and shook hands again, though Melissa lingered on Nash.

“Great seeing you again, Nash,” she said. “We have to catch up.”

“Of course,” he said, smiling at her. “Whenever you want.”

“I’ll call you.” She glanced at me. “Bye, sweetie.” She turned and walked away.

I unclipped my microphone and placed it on the chair as Nash did the same thing. He grinned at me. “Good job,” he said.

“I don’t like her,” I said, and quickly regretted it.

His grin got huge. “Yeah? Because she wants to suck my cock, and that makes you jealous?”

“No,” I said. “Because she seems stuck up.”

“Yeah, okay.” He smirked at me, shaking his head. “Seriously though, you did great. We should celebrate.”

“Don’t you have a bunch more interviews to do?”

“Sure,” he said. “Afterward.”

“What should I do?”

“Go find Liv and sit with her. She’ll keep you safe.”

I nodded and started to walk away. I paused and looked back at him. “You didn’t mean any of that stuff, right?”

He cocked his head at me. “Acting, remember?”

“Right. Acting.”

I turned and quickly walked away.

So that was my first media interview. It was actually pretty painless, much easier than I had expected. Granted, Livy had specifically set us up with an easy first interview to ease me into the process. They’d only be getting harder and more intense from here on out.

But still, I found that sitting there and pretending like I was in love with Nash wasn’t so difficult. I mean, I didn’t love him for real of course; he was a cocky asshole. But he was charming and warm and kind when he wanted to be, too. There was more to him than just some dickhead Navy SEAL, though he was all SEAL.

All muscles and power and strength.

I quickly found Liv and sat down next to her. She more or less ignored me, which was fine with me.

I spent the next few hours watching Nash answer question after question, his smile plastered on his face.





14





Nash





My face was fucking tired of smiling by the time the day was finally over.

Mercifully, nobody wanted to interview Selena. Whether it as because they didn’t know who she was or because Liv did a good job of scaring them off, I couldn’t be sure. But we got through the day with only minor inconveniences.

“You’re good at that,” Selena said to me in the cab ride back to the hotel.

“Thanks, I guess,” I said.

“Seriously. You don’t seem like the media type, but you’re good at it.”

“It’s not really something I want to be good at.”

“Why not?”

I sighed, looking out the window. “This was never my idea,” I said softly.

“What do you mean? Aren’t you happy your book is doing well?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Hell fucking no,” I said. “I never wanted a book to begin with.”

She frowned at me. “I’m confused.”

I looked at her and shrugged. How could she understand? She couldn’t, especially considering I wasn’t supposed to tell her the truth about this whole book deal farce.

For me, it was just another fucking mission that had to be completed. The money, the fame, it was all just shit I had to deal with.

The only thing I wanted more than anything else in the world was to get back out in the field. I wanted to feel the sun on my face, to feel the terror in my heart as I rode out into battle. I wanted to feel fucking alive again.

I was a soldier, a Navy SEAL. I was a fucking warrior. I wasn’t some media asshole smiling for the cameras and trying to act like I gave a shit about the same fucking questions.

How could Selena ever understand that? She’d never experienced combat, never felt like what she was doing was the most important thing in the world. I’d felt like I had purpose out there fighting for my country and killing terrorist bastards.

Back in the States, sitting in front of cameras, I felt like a fucking clown.

“Nothing,” I said finally. “It’s nothing.”

“Come on,” she said, “you wanted to say something.”

I grinned at her. “Let’s go celebrate.”

She smiled uncertainly. “That was an abrupt change in conversation.”

“Yeah, well, take the hint.”

She laughed. “Celebrate what?”

“Your first interview. We got through that shit together.”

“I don’t know.”

“Driver,” I said, “you know a bar near here called Mickey’s?”

“Sure,” he said.

“Take us there.”

“Hold on,” Selena said. “I didn’t say I wanted to go.”

“Take us, driver,” I said, and looked back at her. “Come on. One drink.”

She sighed. “Fine.”

We pulled up outside the bar a few minutes later. I climbed out and paid the cabbie and then smiled at Selena.

“Welcome to the best dive in the city.”

She laughed. “It does look like a shithole.”

“Hell yeah. Real people come here.”

Mickey’s was the epitome of a dive bar. The door was old and the paint was peeling off, and the sign was basically nonexistent. Unless you knew about it, you’d never want to stop and walk inside.

I’d been to NYC a ton of times during the last couple of years. I never failed to visit Mickey’s at least once, usually way more often. I pushed inside the door, dragging Selena behind me.

Inside, it was dark and it was loud. People sat up at the bar and at random tables, and I found us two spots at the end of the bar. The floor was slightly sticky and half the lights didn’t work, but it felt like fucking home.

It helped that they knew me here and knew not to fuck with me. The bartender gave me a nod and brought over a whisky. “What can I get for the lady?”

“Whatever he’s having,” she said.

He smirked at her and came back with a whisky, placing it down in front of her.

“Thanks, Jimmy,” I said to him.

“No problem, Nash.”

Selena looked at me. “You know him?”