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  I'm so jealous that he can eat that and the fries and still be so skinny. Damn athletes. "I have lived here forever..." I shrug as I eat my salad and gag. It's awful.

  When the waitress comes, I pull my card out and place it on the table to pay for our food. "No, no, no. You are not paying," he picks my card up and sticks it in his pocket as he throws a stack of bills down that more than covers both of our lunches. "I'm not allowing you to pay for our food."

  Slowly, I am well aware of how close we just became, I walk over to him and hold my hand out. "May I have my card back?" I whisper very huskily and kick myself for the need that is coming out of my voice.

  Wyatt places his arm around my shoulders and I stiffen. This is so intimate. What is he doing? I can't handle how close we are and it makes me want to scream from desperation. I feel myself begin to relax against him and he pulls me in closer. "God damn, you smell good," he whispers under his breath.

  The Battle of the Bulge has nothing on the war that is going through my body right now. I want him so bad... My thighs become coated with my arousal and he pushes himself slightly against me. I purr. I actually purr. Like a fucking cat.

  Wait!

  Chapter 8

  Wyatt

  Keeley feels like paradise in my arms and I want to take her home with me and keep her locked up. She will never see the light of day again if it is not with me. I don't want to let her go at all.

  My body is playing tug of war with my head that is telling me that she is married and shouldn't be doing this. But, I'm really not doing anything wrong. I'm fantasizing about throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her back to my house like I'm a god damned caveman.

  When she stiffens, I awake from my daydream of pushing her on the table and ripping up the cute little outfit that she is wearing. "What?" I murmur against her chin.

  "Stop! I... I can't do this," she pushes away from me and runs out of the restaurant. I watch her retreating back and my heart pounds against my chest.

  Shit. I still have her card. I reach into my pocket and pull it out. I rub it like it will get me closer to her or something. Maybe it will bring us closer and I can keep her.

  I run out the door in a brisk jog and look around for her. Damn it. Keeley is gone and there is no way for me to get her card back without seeing her.

  If I have to see her smug ass husband, I'm going to freak the fuck out. That guy doesn't take care of his wife because if he did, she wouldn't have been rubbing herself against me like she was. Keeley's flesh was so warm as it touched me and my mouth watered.

  I need to see her again. It's as simple as that.

  Carefully, I walk towards my car and take out my phone. Once I'm seated, I stick her card in the glove box and dial Ruth.

  "Hey, where are you?" Ruth says as a way of greeting me.

  "Didn't realize I needed to check in with you," I say angrily.

  "Don't give me that shit," she stutters out and I hear her flick a lighter.

  I put the keys in the ignition and start the car. "Listen, I need your help." I put my car in drive and begin to drive home. "I need you to call my lawyer's office and say I need a meeting about the contract before I can sign."

  She sputters and then laughs at me. "Why do I have to do it? Don't you have an agent?"

  Is she always this annoying? "Yes, I do. But I'm asking you."

  "Fine, but you get the mister tonight. I'm going out."

  "Whatever."

  About five minutes into me bashing myself for being so stupid, Ruth called back. “Okay, shithead, I got you into a meeting with her in the morning. Her secretary wasn’t impressed by me calling on behalf of you.”

  “It’s all right. Thanks, Ruth.”

  She chuckles and snorts like the brat that she is: “You can thank me while you are watching my kid.”

  It’s my turn to chuckle. “Yeah right. You only live with me for the free babysitting.”

  “You know it.”

  *

  Last night, I had an epiphany. I knew exactly how I could get Keeley to let me in. My dreams were morbid and pure torturous.

  I dreamt that I had her laying in my bed with me and that lush skin was unclothed. She looked like a goddess as she spread along the outer lining of my body. "Cupcake?" I whispered into her hair.

  "Yes, honey?" I feel her lips as they brush against chest.

  I snuggle her closer until air can't get through us. "Please tell me that you don't need to go back. Stay with me," I'm very surprised at the begging in my voice.

  "I can't. You know that," I feel her tears as they coat my skin.

  When I woke up this morning, I knew what I had to do. She is meant to be with me and that is how it is going to be.

  Rolling over on my king sized bed, I make sure to not squish Luke. He had another nightmare last night and he freaked out. I feel so bad for him. I know the dreams he is having and they are not pleasant.

  With my phone in my hand, I swing my body around so I'm sitting on the side of the bed. I type out a message to an old teammate.

  Me: you still got that connection? hook me up

  Rick: yeah, man. let me call hr ass

  Well, I got the ball rolling and that is all that matters.

  A knock sounds on my door and Ruth pokes her head in. "You gotta stop letting him sleep in here, Wywy. He's going to think it's okay."

  I shrug her off and lay back in my bed. Luke makes a sound and stretches. "Hi," he murmurs and then jumps out of bed. "Pirate!"

  "You woke the sleeping lion," I retort and close my eyes.

  "Wake up, I got some news for you."

  I open my eyes and look at her. She looks tired. "Did you just get home?" It's after nine in the morning.

  "Shut up. You have a dinner meeting with both Keeley and Jerry." Ruth bends down to pick up a couple of the toys that were laying in bed.

  "That's not what the plan was," I stammer out and shove the blankets back. I was looking forward to a meeting in the morning not at night. What the hell had she done?

  My sister stutters out a breath and then a wave of air comes flashing past us. "Luke, no running in the house!" She screams and then glares at me like I'm Satan. "Don't laugh!"

  I roll out of bed and stretch. It's time to lay on the charm.

  With my back stretched out and my mind wandering to the raven-haired beauty that I dreamed about, I reach for my phone. I feel a ping inside when I see it’s from Rick.

  RICK: bro, you aint gonna like it

  ME: what did you find

  RICK: it’s gonna cost you

  Of course, it would come to this. I think about something he would like. He doesn’t need money, he has plenty of it doing whatever it is that he does while he’s living in his mother’s basement.

  ME: fine, name it

  RICK: season passes floor seats

  ME: all right. whatcha got for me?

  RICK: meet me next week and we will do the trade

  ME: all right. It better be worth it

  RICK: trust me. you are going to want this info

  Chapter 9

  Keeley

  If there is such thing as a god, I'm pretty sure he or she hates me. What type of deity would subject me to dinner with Wyatt and my fucking husband? I have a monster crush on that man and have been doing a good job at avoiding his calls.

  I know he is probably trying to give me back my debit card, but I can't be in the same room as him. I'm about to explode. I honestly don’t trust myself to be around him. There is no telling what I would do when I get close to him. The whole day, all I have thought about was him and it was all the girly things.

  What is he doing? I wonder if he’s thinking about me?

  I have already called the bank to put a freeze on my card because… well, I’m a lawyer and these are the things I think about. So many people get screwed over and I’m not going to be one of them. Well, I would hope that he wouldn’t do that to me.

  With seeing the object of my new obsession,
I'm trying to figure out if I should wear slutty clothes or business professional. I want him to see me as a lawyer, but I also want him to want me as much as I want him. And I want him to tell me that he wants me as well.

  "Key? I think I'm going to hang out with the guys tonight," Jerry calls through my closet door.

  Fuck my life. I'm bound to lay across the table and beg for him to fuck me. "Can you do it another night? This is a big contract and I want to make sure that I make a good impression."

  Shit. Why did I ask him to come? Do I really not trust myself to be in the same room with him without trying to do something freaky like suck his dick under the table?

  Nah, I don’t trust myself.

  I pulled out a pencil skirt that makes me look curvy and then pulled out a peplum blouse. I decided on professional clothing. The secret is, I won't be wearing panties. Yep. I'm trying to test my theory.

  When did I become so messed up? Why can't I just be a good wife and not try to seduce my client? I should just cancel this meeting with Wyatt. It's obvious that I need to go see my psychologist.

  "Yeah, whatever. I will tell them I will see them after dinner."

  My eyes start to tingle. It seems as if lately he cares more about seeing his friends than me. We haven't been on an actual date in months and the only time we have sex is when he wants it. I miss being wanted and needed. I don't even remember intimacy at all.

  "Whatever," I mumble under my breath and finished getting ready. By the time I had my makeup on and my hair done in a loose knot, Jerry was pacing in the bedroom. "What's wrong?" I asked as I bend down to pick up my shoes.

  “Don’t forget to give me all of your papers that you want to be itemized for the tax accountant.” It’s only June, I don’t know why he’s trying to get that stuff out already.

  I walk over to him and stand still so he can examine me. When he doesn’t even give me a glance over, I feel as if I have been punched in the gut. Am I that unattractive that he doesn’t care? What’s so intriguing with his phone that makes it seems as if I don’t exist? I hate his phone.

  Slowly, I take a deep breath in and then out before saying anything. “I always do our taxes.” Before I went into sports management law, I actually considered becoming a CPA. I like numbers and finding how they fit together. This is probably why I make a good attorney because I’m willing to strip away the bullshit and see what’s really there.

  Chapter 10

  Jerry

  One of the hardest parts of my marriage with Keeley is not letting her know that I know. Keeley has issues that are deep seeded and she tries to make it so that I don't know what they are. The doctor that we have, is more than a friend of mine who told me about all of the stuff my wife is keeping from me.

  "I don't trust this guy," I said as I walked behind her out of the house. My wife has always been beautiful, but lately she has put on some weight and that makes me angry. How can I expect her to be a good mother if she eats all of the shit that she does?

  Wyatt Thorne is trouble and I know all about their secret lunch. Did he honestly think I wouldn't know how he is trying to scam my wife? Keeley is too trusting and it makes me nervous to know that she could fall for this guy's charm.

  This is why getting her pregnant is so fucking important. If I can get her knocked up, she couldn't leave me. It's pretty shitty that I have to think this way, but I know that she is on birth control. A husband knows these things. At first, I felt bad that I swapped out her old batch of pills for sugar pills, but now I don't really care.

  This is my life too and I want to make sure that everything is going to plan. I have a plan and it revolves around my wife having our baby. Not only that, but the connection to her parents is important as well. Even though her mom is crazy (I mean bat shit crazy), the connection is going to strengthen my ability to run for office one day.

  The ride to the restaurant is quiet which is fine for me. I want Keeley to drop him as a client and I don't think she is going to. She's too loyal to do something like that but I can see the way he looks at her.

  Olivia has been tight lipped about this guy, but I managed to pull up his records and what I found was very telling. The mere fact that a majority of his files are buried, tells a lot. I can’t find anything about him before he became a professional basketball player.

  "Jer, I know you don't like him... but I need this contact," she whispers as I help her out of the car.

  She knows exactly what that little voice does to me. Makes my dick stand right at attention and want to sink into her ass. I swear to all that is fucking holy, the reason why I married this woman was for her ass. It's a perfect heart shaped one that is meant to be grabbed and clawed at.

  We walk into the restaurant with my hand on her back to the hostess stand. "Mr. Johnson, it's a pleasure to see you again. Who do you have here?"

  The disdain in the hostess' voice is evident and I'm hoping that Keeley doesn't pick up on it. This woman has a temper and she's not afraid to let it fly.

  Without missing a beat, Keeley sticks her hand in front of the other woman's face and says: "Mrs. Johnson."

  Chapter 11

  Wyatt

  Imagine my surprise when I walk into the restaurant and see Keeley and her dumb ass husband. I may be new to the area, but all of my team members have mentioned how this hostess is a major slut. The red head looks like an Irishman's dream with green eyes and pale skin, but it's her body that will get everyone hooked.

  Personally, I think Keeley is a wet dream, but I can see why the guys like this other girl. I like my women tall, and the hostess is short and thick.

  I'm surprised at my reaction of wanting to rip off Dumb Ass's hand off of Keeley's back. A woman like her deserves to have her man's arm wrapped around her. At least, that is what I would do. I would take my time and give her little caresses so she knows how beautiful she is to me and knows how much I love her.

  This woman is so fucking beautiful. I want to just fall to my knees in front of her to worship her. Holyfuckingshitgoddamn. Where did that come from?

  Love her? Oh sweet Jesus. I’m fucked up. I’m already thinking about being in love with her? What the hell is wrong with me.

  "Hi, have you been waiting long?" I ask close to Keeley's ear as I greet everyone.

  The hostess immediately forgets about her conversation with Jerry and turns her beady eyes on to me. "Holy shit. You're Wyatt Thorne! You're so much hotter in person!"

  I can't help the chuckle that comes out of my mouth at this woman's enthusiasm. I have been right all along. This hostess is interested in trapping up a rich man. "Nah, I hate basketball. Isn't that guy like a major player?" I reply and notice how tense Keeley is.

  "Is everything all right?" I whisper to her and she shakes her head. "Can we talk in private?" I know I'm pushing things, but I need to get her alone. The look of devastation is evident on her face and it's killing me. Her beautiful face looks haunted.

  Again, she shakes her head.

  "Right this way," the hostess says and we all file in line. Jerry is standing behind the hostess with Keeley in the middle of us.

  Pressing my luck, I get close behind her and place my hand on her arm. My fingers curl around her elbow and I get closer to her. "You look gorgeous, cupcake." To further show her my intentions, I lean in closer and whisper: “Very delicious.”

  She shivers and walks faster away from me. Before she can get too far from me, I press her card in her hand that is curled around the strap of her purse. She has it so tightly wound, that her knuckles are white. Before she can leave my side, I slip a note into her purse.

  I’m asking for it, but I want her to have the note.

  We are led to a private room that has a big rounded table with chairs that surround it. I take a seat at what would be considered the end and Jerry does the same leaving Key to sit in the middle of us. I'm testing all of my restraints right now. Keeley looks so unhappy and it's bothering me so much.

  If she were mine, I would do
anything to keep a smile on her face.

  I'm very fucking aware of the game I'm playing. I want this woman. I want to possess her and chain her to my body. I don't care that she's married. That dumb ass doesn't know the first thing about his wife because if he did, he would notice how upset she looks.

  "Well," Jerry says and takes out a binder full of what looks like legal papers. "Let's get this meeting on the way. I have another thing to go to tonight. Have you looked at the contract?"

  I watch Keeley take in everything that is happening around her and notice her eyes get bigger. "Do you and your agent have anything more to think about or are you ready to sign?" She says and takes a drink of the wine that is being poured.

  The waiter straightens up and addresses the whole table. "Hello, I'm Brett and I will be taking care of you tonight. Have you guys thought about appetizers?" The guy looks young and is mixed like me. It's hard to find that in this area.

  Jerry says something and the young man nods and walks away. I look over the papers that he had just handed me and then set them down. This contract is the exact same as the one I had signed when I played in Los Angeles. The only difference is I’m getting paid twenty-five percent more than before.

  “There is something that I have been meaning to add. I had gotten something buried a while ago and expunged from my record. I wanted to make sure that you knew that it couldn’t get out.”

  Keeley looks surprised and then Jerry speaks up. “What kind of trouble did you get into?” He speaks down to me and I want to tell him that I would tear his wife’s pussy up if given the chance. She’s too smokin’ hot to be with this loser.

  She presses her hand on his forearm and he doesn’t even acknowledge it. It’s almost as if he is used to ignoring her. “Jer, let’s talk this through before we assume that he had gotten into trouble. Things have a way of happening and we don’t know for sure. Wyatt, what happened? How long ago was it? Is this something that can get your contract ripped up?”

  Deciding to lie and not tell them about what happened and how I ran away like a little bitch, I decided to shrug it off. “It’s nothing too serious. It was a misunderstanding that has been taken care of. Like I said, it was expunged.”