My End Game

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Chapter Nineteen


It’s the second to the last day and I’m already on the edge. We’re supposed to be spending each day together, but Ireland had to travel to Portland for an emergency meeting which means she won’t be back until tomorrow. I absolutely wanted to tell her to let Jake handle everything, but I couldn’t allow myself to stop her from doing what she needs to do. After all, I know how important this is for her. Her company is her life like football is mine.

So, here I am sitting alone in my house flipping through channels trying to keep myself entertained, but all I can think about is how much I want to drive my ass to wherever she is. I badly want to but I can’t because I also have important appointments I need to deal with as well tomorrow. I know I’ve been acting like a pussy for wanting to be with Ireland all the damn time, but being with her is as easy as breathing. No, actually she’s my air. She puts new meaning to everything I do and she makes me feel alive. She’s just everything I want and I feel like I need to get my fix of her to last me through the whole football season.

The thing is, she and I have worked out a routine for the past five days. I’d usually wake up an hour before her to do my morning workout routine. By the time I come back, she’s already busy in the kitchen making our breakfast. After that, I drive her to work and head to wherever it is I need to be at and when we’re both free, we meet for lunch. By seven in the evening, I’d pick her up and head either back to hers or mine. We’d sit through dinner, clean up, and fuck each other until either of us passes out. We haven’t talked about our plans for when I go back to Spain, but if you’re going to ask me, I want to make things between us as official as it can be. I want her to be mine.

I was in the middle of devising a strategy when a call came in and my heart almost jumped out of my chest as soon as I saw the caller ID.

Elijah: Hi!

Ireland: Hi...

Elijah: Hmmm... Is everything okay? You sound defeated.

Ireland: No, no, I’m good. I just need to tell you something important.

Elijah: Okay, so tell me.

Ireland: Well, there’s been a slight change with things here and I need to stay for another day...

Did she just say stay for another day? I was so lost in my own thoughts that I wasn’t hearing anything any longer. She’s completely lost me and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to respond to this. Surely, I can’t act like a possessive boyfriend when I’m anything but that to her. We haven’t defined what we are as it seems things are complicated for her and she’s already giving as much as she can into this. If she’s going to be staying for another day, then the chances of me seeing her before I leave are very very slim.

Ireland: Hello? Elijah? Are you still there?

Elijah: Yeah, sorry I was just thinking. So, let me get this straight. You're saying that there’s no chance you’re going to make it in time or see me before I fly back home?

Ireland: I don’t know... I’m really sorry. I hope you know that I do want to see you before you go. It's just that my hands are tied as of the moment and there's no way I can reschedule.

Fuck me! This is a complete disaster. It’s as if the universe is against me right now, but as much as I hate this I know I have to accept it. I need to be understanding of her situation no matter how much it sucks ass.

Elijah: It’s okay. We’re good. Let me know if anything changes and if not, then we’ll just have to call or facetime each other, yeah?

Ireland: Yeah... I have to go now, but I’ll call you tomorrow?

Elijah: Sounds like a date!

Ireland: It’s a date then. Goodnight Elijah...

She hangs up before I can respond.

Elijah: Good night. Estaré soñando contigo... (I’ll be dreaming about you.)

I was absolutely bummed, but I had to sound as normal as I can. I had no choice but to let her do her thing. I’m going to fucking miss her every single second, but I can’t allow myself to act like I have every right to demand more than what she’s willing to offer to me. Not now at least, besides, I’ve got other issues to solve, plans to put into action, and a season to slay. For now, I’m going to play it by ear and hope for a fucking miracle.

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