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An image of Kaylee pregnant with my child appears completely uninvited inside my head.
Ugh.
Is this what my life will be like every goddamn day with her working for the Hawkes? There is no way I can ignore my feelings for her. Then and now. I may hate what she did, but my body still reacts.
Yes, my cock.
But also my chest. The tightening I felt seeing her wet eyes and the force under my feet pushing me to go after her distracted me all afternoon.
I climb down off my stool and gather the empty plates, dropping them in the sink, leaving them for my cleaners.
For me, adjusting to being a professional player is more about the day-to-day stuff than the financials.
Yes, earning multiple millions every season is a shit ton of money, but as a wealthy man already, there’s no giddy excitement about buying new cars, or having employees to help me in my home and life. That infrastructure is already set up.
Like everyone in my family, I have a large home, staff to take care of things, and my gorgeous Maserati. Oh, and a couple of shiny wristwatches.
Along with the surname and money comes media attention.
Becoming a quarterback for the Hawkes is a big deal, but when it’s the son of Ward Montgomery, the press thinks it’s an even more interesting story.
The real story is me performing once I get on the field.
The moves I make.
The mistakes.
The wins.
And everything in between.
Coach is yet to make a decision about whether I’ll be the starting quarterback or keep me on the bench for a few games.
I don’t know what the right decision is. Of course I want to get on the field and do my thing, but the pressure is enormous, and I have the entire team to think about.
It’s not just about my career.
I want to see us make it to the Super Bowl. Like every player. And to do that, I need to focus on my game...not Kaylee.
Kyler and Drew head off and just as I’m about to tell Atlas he needs to get the hell out of my house and go home to his pregnant fiancé, he reaches for his jacket and picks up his keys.
“About time,” I tease. As brothers, we couldn’t be any closer, but that doesn’t mean we don’t hassle the shit out of one another.
“What happened today?” he asks.
“What?”
“Something happened.”
Fuck.
Of course, he noticed my mood. I would’ve been able to hide it from Knox—maybe—but not Atlas or Bella. They’re way too observant and intuitive.
I sigh and lean my ass against the back of an armchair, then cross my arms. “Kaylee was there.”
He startles. “Why?”
“She’s working for the Hawkes. One of the new physios.”