“Ready?” he asked, watching me.
“I guess.”
Did I want to go back to place where everything I knew got turned on its head? It might have been for the better, but that didn’t mean I wanted to remember the things that were said in that room. Things I’d worked really hard in the last two months to overcome.
“You’re nervous,” he muttered.
“Kind of.” I stared off into the corner of the room.
“Would it make you feel better if I told you we’re not going to the box tonight?”
My eyes snapped to his.
“Because we’re not.”
My stomach settled and filled with excitement; the same excitement I’d felt the first night I thought I’d get to see a game. I pushed those thoughts aside. Had it not been for that night I wouldn’t be with Ashton now.
“Then, I’m very ready.”
He held his hand out for me. “Let’s go.”
The entire ride to the stadium, my knee bounced up and down, only stopping when Ashton lay his hand on my thigh, sliding it up to the hem of my shorts. The air was still hot, and my body grew even hotter with each one of Ashton’s caresses.
Walking into the stadium was even more nerve-racking than I’d expected. Even knowing we were heading to different seats, I couldn’t stop the slight tremble of my hand. Ashton gave my hand a reassuring squeeze as he led us down the stairs.
He led me passed rows and rows of seats until I finally realized where he was taking me.
“We’re sitting behind the dugout?”
The corners of his mouth curved up. “I figured if you’ve never been to a game then you needed to have the perfect view.”
We took our seats directly behind the dugout on the first base line, or at least that was how Ashton described it to me. For me, someone who didn’t really understand baseball, they were just seats but Ashton went out of his way to explain things.
As great a view as we had, I was having more fun watching the Jumbotron; at least, until the kiss cam started. Not in a million years did I expect the camera to end up on us, but with the way Ashton made sure to lean toward me the entire night, I should have.
The second our faces appeared on the big screen, Ashton ran his hand up around my nape, bringing my lips to his. The moment his tongue slipped into my mouth the stadium around us fell away. His thumb lightly tickled my neck, sending sparks everywhere. It wasn’t until the catcalls started around us that we finally broke the kiss.
Ashton’s face didn’t move far from mine. “Now the whole world knows how badly I want you.”
Emotions I didn’t want to acknowledge filled me. How I wished that Ashton felt more than a desire to have me in his bed. In reality, it was a pipe dream. I wouldn’t let it ruin what happened to be the best day of my life. Ashton had planned the perfect date. Smiling, I stole a brief kiss and cuddled into the crook of his arm to watch the game.
After the seventh inning stretch, I excused myself to head to the ladies room. The Rockies were only ahead by one run and I didn’t want to miss too much of the game. Dodging the people heading for beer and food, I was a few steps away from the restroom when someone grabbed my arm, jerking me to a stop.
“When I said you should spread your legs for Ashton, I didn’t mean you should practically fuck him in public,” a familiar voice snarled in my ear.
My head snapped around.
“Dominic?” I squeaked. It pissed me off that I let him affect me like this, but the shock of seeing him sent my mind into a frenzy. He yanked my arm and I was trapped, caught in his gaze. His eyes were cold. “Maybe I need to remind you who you belong to.”
Before I had a chance to respond, his mouth came down on mine in a bruising kiss. It might have been the first time Dominic had kissed me in at least five years, but it wasn’t done out of love. That kiss was meant to punish and degrade me. Shock held me immobile, until he tried to stick his tongue in my mouth. Shoving at him with all my strength, I managed to push him off of me.
“What are you doing?” I wiped my hand across my lips, trying to get rid of his touch.
He sneered. “Reminding you who you’ll be coming home to in two weeks.”
I shook my head, taking a step back. “No.”
“No, what?” he snapped.
Wrapping my arms around myself, I took another step back. “I’m filing for divorce.”
“What?” he shouted, a vein pulsing at his temple.
The sight of his hands clenched into fists kicked in my fight or flight response, but when I tried to move I couldn’t because I was backed into the wall; the sound of cheers erupting in the stadium drowned out by the sound of the pounding of my heart.