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“Just showing Phileigh to her room,” he replied, finally removing his hands from my waist and putting a little distance between us. “Her room?” Her eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. “Her room is down the hall. This is your room.” My eyes ballooned at the thought that he’d given up his room for me, but now it all made sense.
I wouldn’t get my hopes up. I would just enjoy this once-in-a-lifetime experience and try to garner a new client. After losing Reggie and possibly all his teammates, I needed all the new clients I could get, especially with a baby on the way.
“Some shit pop off, protect her before me,” he told them, and my heart skipped a beat. Was he putting my life before his own? “Y’all got it?” “Got it,” they all said in unison as we headed down the hallway to the elevators.
I’d hung out with a famous athlete before, but Reggie and I were never out in the open. Most of our meet ups were at my house or a hotel. I thought it was to avoid the press, but apparently, it was to prevent his girlfriend from seeing us.
see now with a clear mind you’re now seeing all the red flags that were already there. at least kell is gonna show you out honey!
Searching for something familiar, my eyes fell on Phileigh, and our eyes locked. Suddenly, the harsh clicks of cameras and infamous questions faded away. There was only her and I. Everything felt more manageable as I focused on her beautiful face. Phileigh had a peaceful aura oozing off her, which seemed to be what I needed.
“Thank you.” I squeezed her hand back. “Just an introvert looking out for another.” She smirked, and that urge to keep her close grew more potent. I hoped she was ready because I was never letting her out of my presence.
i love how safe he feels around her, their connection was magnetic from the start but now? it’s gonna elevate!
“When my brother died, he was two games away from playing in his first Super Bowl. He never got to live his dream because I insisted on driving us home that night.”
oh my god the amount of guilt he’s weighed himself down in after the loss of jeronee…nobody should have to carry the burden of something heavy as death. the only person responsible for his death was the person in control of the 18-wheeler.
“I should have swerved, hit the brakes or something before the eighteen-wheeler hit us, but I froze. I was inexperienced. It was only my second time driving on the highway. Rone told me it was too dark and wet for me to be driving, but I insisted, and now, he’s gone.”
“I’ve never met a girl like you. I want to know everything there is to know about you. Can I know you, Phileigh?” My mind was screaming No! I’m off the market, but none of that escaped my lips. “Yes,” I said just above a whisper.
I hadn’t dated anyone in about three years. I didn’t have time to try to sort the good ones from the boppers. Every woman I encountered, I had to ensure she was genuine, understood my schedule, and wasn’t after me for a come up. It was exhausting and draining. It was easier to take them to bed when I wanted and have them sign NDAs. I didn’t have to worry about that with Phileigh, though. She was different. I could sense that shit.
They didn’t know that fifteen of those years were filled with infidelity. They didn’t know how my mother used to put me in the car countless nights to go confront him at his mistress’s house. They didn’t know how I had to wipe my mother’s tears and try to build up her confidence every single time and how I lost more and more respect for my father until our relationship became non-existent. Nope. All everyone saw, including my mother, was twenty-five years of marital bliss.
“I’ve been pregnant enough to know the signs,” she replied gently. Her gaze was piercing yet kind. “I know you’re pregnant with my son’s baby.” My breath caught in my throat. “I... I...” I didn’t know what to say. She knew I was pregnant, and worse, she thought I was pregnant by Kellon.
“You care about my life? Riddle me this, Ma. Why does it seem like your only concern is who I’m fucking or how big my contracts are? You never seem concerned about nothing else. I can count on one hand how many times you’ve asked how I’ve been doing since Jeronee died. You care about my life, but you don’t care about my feelings. You can’t even make sure the press doesn’t ask me about my deceased brother.”
So what Reggie didn’t want anything to do with my baby, and my parents were probably going to disown me? I would be a great mom, and we would be okay.