Sacking The Player

I shake my head. “I’ve tried, a few times, but he never answers, doesn’t text back, and last week when I tried calling, his number was changed.”

“That dick. I’m sorry, Amaya. I really am. He doesn’t deserve you.” He kisses my forehead and steps back. “Well, cleanup is done, how about we go hop in the car and sit outside of the grocery store until Courtney texts me in about twenty minutes for a craving snack?”

Laughing, I agree, “Sure, sounds like a plan.”

**

“I thought she would text by now?” We’ve been wandering the aisles of the grocery store for the last forty-five minutes. Tex thought it would be a good idea to be here at the time her craving came on, so she wouldn’t rage a war for him taking too long.

“Same, maybe she’s asleep?” He looks slightly worried. “It’s like clockwork, every night at this time, she craves something.”

Seconds later, the phone rings with an incoming call. “Hello? Shit, okay, be right there!”

“What?” I shout at him, as he drags me through the store and to his truck.

“Her water broke. She already called an ambulance, we gotta meet her at the hospital.” He’s shaking as he tries to start the vehicle.

“Tex, let me drive.”

He nods and gets out. “Good idea. I might crash. Holy shit, I’m having a baby!”

Part 3

I want you back for good

Chapter 37

Tate

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very time a commercial comes on for this local dance studio, my mind flashes to Amaya, and I get so fucking angry. I can’t believe she completely shut me out. I just hope wherever she is and whatever she is doing she’s truly happy. I’ve always wanted the best for her. Whenever I try to ask Courtney how she is she freezes me out and Tex shrugs it off. I wonder if it’s because she’s found someone who makes her happier than I was able to. The thought shreds me, but I couldn’t give her what she needed.

Maybe she fell in love with a guy from her company. That would probably be the best since they would be on the road together, even the thought of any other man touching her makes me sick to my stomach.

Courtney and Tex both have kept a distance from me the last few years. Every time I try to get together to hang out, or want to meet their kid, the response is always sorry, busy tonight or sorry, want some time with my girl, and the most common one, sorry man, Courtney hates you, not gonna happen. I’m not sure what the hell I did to make her so angry with me, and she’s not even giving me a chance to fix whatever it is she thinks I did.

“Hey, King,” Valentina purrs from the kitchen. “You ready? I told Taylor and her new beau we’d meet them for drinks before the premier.”

“Yeah,” I say with a sigh. The parties and shit aren’t really my scene, but V says it looks good for my image. I did a music video with Taylor for one of my endorsements and her boyfriend is a pretty chill guy and comes to the games.

I finish buttoning my shirt and slip my shoes on. Amaya always loved to see me dressed up. I smile thinking back on our first date, when she took me to that improv show. Things seemed so easy then. If only they were now.

I have contracts and appearances to uphold to. I feel like my time never belongs to me. I can’t remember the last time I watched Tex coach a game or sat down for a family dinner with my parents. Family has always been important to me and now it seems to be the last priority, I hate it, but I love playing, no matter the costs.

Valentina is standing at the door in her fancy dress, she does make for good arm candy, but I feel a bit smothered by her at times. I’ve thought about firing her, but not sure how well that will go over since I made the mistake of fucking her a few years ago. She could ruin me, and I know it. So, I continue to play her games and try to beat her at them.

We head down to the car that is waiting for us and head to the party.

**

The party is in full swing, other players are here, some with their wives and girlfriends, others have arm candy next to them. Valentina took off moments after arriving and headed toward her boss. Probably to check in about stuff. Whatever.

“Hey, King,” Kent says. “This is my wife, Maia.” He gestures to her and she’s pretty, nothing like I thought she would be. Kent’s always had a type, big tits, big hair, and curvy. But his wife is slender, a pixie cut and at a guess, barely a B cup. Kent met her last year, but hid it from everyone, and last week he was in the tabloids for getting hitched in Vegas. It was a mess, especially with Coach, the team owners, and his manager, until it came out that they’ve been together for a year, and he didn’t want to wait to have her in the spotlight with him anymore.

“Nice to meet you.” I shake her tiny hand and she smiles at me.

“You as well.”