Dirty Curve

by Meagan Brandy

“Don’t blame your shitty decisions on me,” he snaps back. “We both know you repeatedly make them. I agreed to pay for your classes when you lost your scholarship after you got pregnant. Don’t fuck that up by fucking my star player!”

Mmmmmm. Yeah he got issues for sure. Hes the baby daddy or her father oneof the two. Either way, he sucks !

shake my head. He nods his. “No.” “Meyer, yes.” “There’s no way.” “You will fix it.” “No.” “I didn’t give you an option.” “I can’t.” “I said fix it!” he screams.

I dont un derstand why she just allows this...why not report him. Orrr idk..

Was it the article? Or maybe the party? I only wanted to show you off to my friends. If you weren’t ready for that you should have told me. I just ... I thought you were comfortable with us and that you might have needed a night out with people your age, that maybe you’d enjoy it, but I don’t need that,” he rushes. “I don’t. I can give up all that.”

Like girl...open ypur mouth and talk. Im not understanding the issuessss

God, he’s such a beautifully broken man.

That actually fits him.

“Please,” he breathes, the heat of his body nearer. “Baby, please.” My nostrils flare with a fraught, rocky inhale. “You don’t understand ... I can’t.” He’ll never allow this ...

Guurrrllaaa fuck that Coach. Hes weird.

“I’m losing my mind. I’m fucking fried. I can’t think, eat, sleep.” His hands begin to tremble. “Tell me you don’t feel the same and I’ll walk away, right now.” He shifts closer. “Say the word, baby, and I’m gone. I swear, just ... say it. Tell me you don’t love me back.”

Aawww

I shake my head, my eyes opening, locking onto his as I crack from the inside out, my words repeated, but this time as a tender confession. “I can’t.”

Just talk to him.

I crash my lips to hers, my hands instantly threading into her hair and yanking her closer, as close as fucking possible. I’m fucking dying. Suffocating, my lungs are so starved, and only she’s got the air I need.

desperate for anything she’s willing to give and if the way she climbs me tells me anything, she’s ready to give a lot. Take it all, Tutor Girl. It’s already yours.

He said hes readdddyyyy. Lol

Every nerve in my body is awake, ready. Fucking needy. But only for her. Cupping her ass, I swing us around, carrying her into the living room and setting her on the edge of the dresser.

I love how nothing was discussed .

“I need to make sure you understand this isn’t what I’m after. This isn’t what I want from you.” I stare deep into her eyes, looking beyond the surface, raring for her to read me correctly. “I want you. All of you and everything that comes with you. Good, bad, fucked. I want it. Every bit of it.”

Aaawww. His ae h has been really good.

“I want you, I want inside you, but if I’m only promised one place, this is where I want it to be.” I press my knuckles into her chest, over her heart. “Right fucking here, you understand what I’m saying?”

Thats a bar ! He said he wants your heart.

“Do you love me?” “It’s not that simple.” “Do. You. Love. Me?” Her body grows lax, her shaky fingers leaving my neck, pausing over my left pec. She presses there.

It is. Kinda...

“Baby,” I prompt. And she finally says, “Yes.” That’s it. That’s all. Mine.

Welp...Sweet

Meyer’s last name isn’t Sanders, like she said. It’s Reid. Coach Reid isn’t just her boss. He’s her fucking father.

Mmmm. Called it !

I look to the ceiling, praying I didn’t put myself into a situation I’ll regret for the rest of my life. It’s with that thought in mind that I open the long since ignored acceptance letter from UOF and click on the link provided.

Lmaaaoo. She said gotta blast !

“It’s exactly the same.” He glares, and then something flashes in his eyes. “But I take it she never got around to telling you about the night I picked her up off your doorstep, did she?” My face falls, the weight of a dozen boulders falling onto my chest.

Called it..she somehow had a thin g with him at some point.

“What do you mean?” I swallow, and when he doesn’t say anything, I dart forward, grip him by the shirt and throw him into the shelves beside us. “I said what does that mean?! Are you saying I was with her before?! That I don’t remember her?!”

Yeah..pretty much..are we just gonna skipp over the part where the Coach is basically ddrugging his players ???

I could never forget her. I wouldn’t. “Why do you think she didn’t want to tutor you, Playboy?” Coach Reid shoves my hands off of him, standing tall. “Memories can be a bitch.”

Woooww. What an ass.

“Now you’ll get me my protégé,” he says coldly. “You’ll go back to your house that I pay for, take a fucking shower, and pack your fucking bag. You’ll be at the gate in time to get on the bus. You will dominate these next few games and we’ll be on our way to the big game. I’ll get my banner, my program-grown god, and you’ll get your contract.”

He really dont care.

“The fact that you believe me to be such a man is proof you don’t know me at all.” I shake my head, taking backward steps away from him. “I might have had a falling out with my parents, but my dad was a good man, and he taught me better than to leave the people I love. And I love her. I love them both.”

Period. Love a good father !

“Custody ... I don’t ...” He shakes his head. “Tobias, Thomas Reid isn’t my father.” I swallow. “He’s my husband.”

What ?!? Girl...

A strong sense of dread washes over me, and my throat begins to clog as I force my eyes up to hers. “Baby...” A softness sweeps over her features, and she gives a small, sad, side smile. No... I don’t have to ask, she tells me.

He's Trying to take hwr kid. Damn.

My stomach falls to my feet. “He threatened you ...with her?” A small laugh leaves her, but it’s more of a cry, and her eyes flick to ceiling. Once they come back to me, the anguish within them burns through me.

Yuupppp

“It’s okay,” I tell her, running my hands through her long brown hair. “I won’t let him do this to you.” “There’s nothing you can do,” she breathes. “Yes, there is. I can hire the best lawyer out there. I’ll spend everything I have coming.

Aaawwwwwwwww

“It says if I tell anyone about him and me, about our marriage or the fact that we have a child together, I’m agreeing to surrender all rights to Bailey over to him. And if I get caught up with any of his athletes, I’m agreeing to the same thing.”

Woooowww

My face falls, my body growing numb. Being with me will hurt that baby girl. I feel fucking sick. I feel like beating the fuck out of that piece of shit.

Someone should.

“Except I’m not a stranger. You know my name, that’s why you haven’t asked for it, and about you not thinking so ...” He cocks his head, his words slurred, “I get the feeling you didn’t come here tonight to think, but go ahead, gorgeous girl, correct me if I’m wrong.”

Its the instant chemistry for me.

“I am, with a man who sucks, but I didn’t know he sucked and now I do because when I told him, he got angry and accused me of lying, as if I would lie about that, and then I found out he’s been fucking another girl my age and I meant nothing the whole time and now I—”

Of clurzse he was. Ugh, he sucks.

Everything inside of me crumbles and I walk right into her open arms. “Mom,” I croak. “I love her. I can’t lose her. I can’t.” “Oh baby, I know,” she cries, clenching me tight. “I know.”

Aaawwww.

His eyes narrow. “I won’t be mailing checks across the country.” “I wouldn’t accept them if you did.” “I won’t be signing any divorce papers either.” “As if I could afford to file against you.”

Why wont you sign ? Weirdo

“What are you doing here?” A softness falls over him and his palm widens on my back. “I came for my girls.”

Aaw. I knew he would.

“What?” I rasp. “He relinquished his rights, all you have to do is file the papers, and it’s over.” Moisture clouds my eyes; clogs my throat and I blink through the overwhelming emotions. “Show me.”

Lmaaoo. You think he got the paperwork on his person at that moment. No ma'am.

“It’s in my bag, but I swear to you, it’s legit. My agent had the papers drafted himself. All he had to do was sign.” A knowing smile tipping his lips. “He just ... gave her up?” “Yeah, baby, he did,” he whispers,

Smdh. Of course he did.

“The marriage?” His eyes flash. “Got those papers, too. You’re not his, never were, never will be.” My muscles go lax, and I shuffle closer to him. “Tobias—”

Oh perioodddd

“You didn’t have to do anything for me.” “Yes, I did.” His forehead falls to mine and he holds my eyes hostage. “You said in time, Tutor Girl. Well, time’s up.” “Tobias.” My voice cracks,

Giirrllllaaaaa. There should be no more talking, lets do this !

“The draft, it’s in five days.” “You’ve been paying attention, huh?” My features soften and he winks, jerking his chin. Both Bianca and I turn, looking out over our shoulders.

Hes still gonna do the draft..

A solid fifty feet away stands a large group of familiar faces, Echo, his parents and my brother among them, as well as a man in a black suit. The moment they realize we’re staring, they scream and shout, throwing their hands into the air, making the three of us laugh.

Aaaawwww. Hes gonna do the draft from where they are in Hawaii. Aaawwwaaw

“The resort is giving us their conference room. Camera crew and my agent’s team will be here in a few days to set up.” “But you’ve worked all your life for this. This is what you’ve always wanted, to step on that stage.” “Wanted,” he stresses,

Yeah. I think its just more so he wants to be drafted..he couldn't care less about if he wazs there or with you.

“Nothing I could ever do and nowhere I could ever go will ever mean a damn thing if I don’t have my girls to come home to. I want you by my side when the call comes, and I want you there every day after that.”

He has had great chatacter growth.

My tears fall and he steps closer. You didn’t have to do this. I would have come to you.” “I know, baby, and that’s the beauty of this. Of us. You want for me what I want for you, but we’ll talk about that later, ‘cause it’s been a long ass time, baby,

Mans said no more talkingggg pleaseee. Lol.

I’m gonna need you to kiss me now.” I chuckle, and he licks his lips, his brows jumping as he looks deep into my eyes. “From here, no matter what happens, we work through it together. It’s the three of us, now and forever.”

Now and forever.

I wrap my hand around his neck and pull his lips to mine, but I tug back the second before they touch. His chest rumbles and my grin stretches as I whisper, “No lie?” And then he claims my mouth as his own. Again.

Guess whose back...back again.

Months ago, I had no clue what to call the Playboy Pitcher, the hotshot athlete of Avix U. But now I do and it’s my favorite label of all. Mine.

Good for you. About time.

When I signed my contract, my agent secured me a box at the top, a private suite cased in with glass, and AC, but Meyer has yet to take advantage of the perk. She wants to be in the exact spot I first told her I wanted her. And so far, for every home game we’ve had, she has been,

Good. Its about time she came to a game.

She’s got Milo to thank for that one. He loves the damn box and goes into babysitter mode quick so long as he has access to it. It’s a sweet trade, and the man never misses a game either. Meyer wasn’t kidding when she said he wants to be there for her.

Aawwww Milo. Good hes around more too

The semester after she moved here, he was right behind her, and I couldn’t have been more thankful. My job takes me all over, so knowing she has him when I’m gone makes this job possible.

Seeee. This is great.

I’m a damn angel in their eyes, and with my next six pitches, I’ll be their fucking God, too. With one last look at my wife, I get myself set. I take a deep breath, and then it’s on. I’m about to win The World fucking Series.

Daammn. He wasted no time ocking her down huh. Lmaaoo, I KNOW DATS RIGHT !

“Come on, hotshot. Make this your dirtiest curve yet.” He does just that. The pitch is thrown, and the crowd is celebrating before the umpire has even made the call. The Miami Marlins win the World Series

Perriioooddd. Love that for him

He’s already halfway to me, his glove in the dirt, and then I’m in his arms. Tobias swings us around, kissing me hard on the lips as he lowers me to my feet and grips my cheeks with both hands.

That man is so down bad for her.