My End Game

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Chapter Eighteen

Elijah

I heard my phone ringing so loudly that I wanted to shoot it with a shotgun or throw it out the window. I scrambled out of Ireland’s bed hoping that she won’t wake up amidst the commotion, but who am I kidding? Even a bear shot with tranquilizer will rise from his slumber at this point.

I grabbed my phone from my jeans' back pocket and slid my thumb across to accept the call without checking who it was.

Elijah: Hello?

I softly answered. I turned to look at Ireland and sighed in relief to see that she’s still asleep, so I quietly headed to her living room to take care of the call.

Micah: Umm... You sound weird like you're having an orgasm weird. Did you answer the phone while fucking someone? Cause that will also explain why you took a long time to answer.

I sighed. Pinching the bridge of my nose.

Elijah: Jesus, Micah! What do you want?

He sniggered. Certainly amused with my sudden irritation.

Micah: Who pissed in your cheerios? Anyway, I need to head back to Spain today. Something important came up. Don't worry I'll handle it. Also, our training was moved earlier, so I guess I'll see you in a week. I think Derek was trying to call you, but it wasn't coming through so here I am, playing the messenger once more.

His call wasn't connecting because I blocked the motherfucker's number. Coach or not, he doesn't deserve my respect anymore. He's lucky I kept him alive and didn't get him fired.

Elijah: What do you mean by see you in a week?! I can't go back there next week! I can't do that. I don't want to do that.

I was now rubbing my temples with my free hand trying to soothe the headache I'm suddenly having. Why would they move everything sooner? I don't want to go back just yet!

Micah: Yeah, it's not up to you to decide whether or not you can go back next week. We're starting the practice early and that's that according to the bosses and shitty old Derek, so... I know you don't want to see you know who and him just yet, but I heard that she can't go anywhere near the stadium and he can't talk to you unless it's about football. Listen I have to go, don't kill yourself while I'm gone.

I was breathing heavily as soon as Micah dropped the call. I'm leaving in a week? Why on earth is there a need to push everything earlier? Have they gone mad? I don't want to go back to Spain yet. I just had the most amazing night with Ireland after she agreed to try having a relationship with me and now I'm just going to be yanked off from this? I don't even know what to tell her and how I was going to tell her. I know this was going to happen sooner or later, but I hadn't expected it to be this soon. Fuck!

"Hey, are you okay?" I whipped my head in the direction of where her voice came from surprise evident on my face. She looked worried and nervous. She played with the hem of her shirt while she waited for me to say something. Fuck, she's so adorable. How will I ever be able to go home without missing her so much? "I'm okay," I answered calmly. "So, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on you and I'm sorry I accidentally did, but you left the door open and you were practically shouting, when exactly are you going to leave next week?" She rambled on. Shit! She already knows. How can I leave the door open? I'm such a dumbass!

I closed the distance between us and snaked my arms around her waist pulling her closer to me. She didn't pull away but wrapped her arms around my waist instead, her head resting on my chest. Thank fuck for that. It means she's not pissed and I hope it stays that way. I've never seen Ireland upset with anything, but I have a feeling that she's going to scare the shit out of me if everything goes south from here on out.

I kissed the top of her head and slowly explained the situation. She didn't speak until I was done talking and my anxiety level nearly blew the roof off when she took her oh so precious time reacting to the news. This woman is maddening whenever she does that and she does that a lot it seems. I swear she's the epitome of cliff hangers.

"So, how long will you be gone?" Her eyes fixated on my chest when she asked. I honestly don't know and I told her that with every honest fiber of my being. I gave her a rundown of how things are before, during, and after a season. She was nodding from time to time to let me know she understood things. She was taking the news like a trooper compared to how I was taking it and I'm not sure whether or not that should make me happy or sad. When all was said and done, she tilted her chin up and looked me directly in the eye before smiling. "At least we still have a week to fuck each other senseless." God, I love this woman! Yes, I love her.


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