Page 42 of Big Daddy to Go

“Sure,” I say, reaching into my pocket.

“I’ve got it,” Lexi assures me before she walks out of the dugout.

I watch her beautiful hips and ass sway back and forth as she goes.

“You’re hitting that?” Joey asks.

He’s the youngest on the team at 24, and he might as well still be in high school with the way he acts. He’s crass, pompous, and cocky. He’s just another trust fund baby who works for his father’s multi-million-dollar conglomerate. I’ve been around his type for most of my career.

“Joe, get some class,” I smack his chest.

“I’m just surprised. I’ve seen the girls that come onto you at Marquee… and they’re thin blonde bombshells…”

“And?” I ask, waiting for him to say something out of line.

“Come on, back on the field, boys,” Mike claps his hands at us, trying to diffuse whatever tension might be brewing.

Joey and I trot out to the field with his mouth still flapping.

“Look, I’m just saying this girl has a cute face and all, but why go with a chubby chick when you can date models?”

I shove Joey in the chest.

“Watch it, asshole. Lexi isn’t chubby. She’s gorgeous,” I warn, getting angrier by the second.

“Don’t push me, man,” Joey shoves me back. I start to walk to my position.

Joey’s voice gets louder as he continues to talk.

“I will admit she’s got a great ass… she must be some fuck for you to bring her around us. Maybe we should all get a piece, just like with the other groupies…” Joey smirks.

I fucking lose my shit on him. I charge at him, shoving my shoulder into his ribs as I pick him up and throw him to the ground. The entire team is trying to break us apart as I punch Joey in the face.

Mike is trying his best to lift me off of the trash-mouth asshole, but I’m the biggest guy on the team.

“Kane,” Mike yells, grabbing me. “Calm down.”

I finally back away from the crowd. My chest heaves up and down in rage. Joey stands up with a bloody nose, and I’m sure I’ll hear from his father tomorrow.

“You’re off the team,” I tell him.

“Fuck you. I paid my dues already. You can’t cut me mid-season.”

“I own the team. I can do what I want!” I yell, well-aware of the scene that’s being made.

“Look, I’m sorry about what I said. I didn’t know you were so sensitive about this girl.”

“Whatever. Look, just finish the game without me. We’re up by five. You’ll be fine,” I say, storming toward the dugout to grab my stuff.

Lexi is standing just outside of the dugout with our hot dogs in her hands. Her sunglasses are sitting on top of her head, allowing me to see the expression in her eyes. She looks frightened.

“Let’s go,” I tell her. She nods.

I lug my softball bag onto my back and guide her out of the ball park. As we walk through the park, an awkward silence fills the air.

“I’m sorry I asked you to come today,” I sigh. “This is definitely my worst idea for a date.”

Lexi hands me a hot dog, and I smile at her. She reaches over and wipes the dirt off my face with a napkin.