My End Game

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Chapter Twenty Five


I still can’t fucking believe she’s here. She flew all the way to Spain to see me and to be with me. The greatest part of it all was hearing her say she loves me too and that alone wiped all the shitty things that happened for the past three months. I feel like I'm on top of the world. The moment I saw here everything went blank and all I wanted to do was to hold her. It was actually cheesy and dramatic the way we did things, but the fuck I care. I don't give a damn if me kissing Ireland would be the headline in every gossip or sports magazine and celebrity news. Hell, I'd gladly show her off. She came for me when I was about to lose my shit and that says a lot.

I kept glancing at her from across the table wanting to make sure that she’s real and she’s not going to disappear. I watched her eat and chew like a freaking halfwit. “What?” she asked playfully rolling her eyes. “I just, I can’t believe you’re really here,” I admitted. “Do you want me to pinch you hard?” I laughed at the idea. “Nope, but I’m thinking of a more pleasurable physical contact.” She gasped feigning indignation. “Are you propositioning me, Mr. Tresantos?” I laughed at her playfulness. Fuck I love her so much.

We were both buck-naked panting hard coming down from our number something orgasm. I’m no longer sure because I’ve lost count. All can remember is we’ve pretty much fucked almost everywhere in the house and this is just the first night. I sat up and leaned my back on the headboard before guiding Ireland to sit between my legs. “Can I ask about what happened last year?” My hands suddenly stopped rubbing her arms up and down. I knew this was going to be up for discussion, I just didn’t expect it to be this soon. “What do you want to know?” I asked. “Everything, then in return, I’ll tell you something about me that only two people know about,” she bargained. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. I guess she deserves to know and so I began telling her everything.

Maliyah is the name of my ex-fiance. She’s the daughter of a prominent business tycoon. Her father and my father have been business partners since the beginning of time, so you can say she's a childhood friend. We weren’t in a relationship, but we fooled around a few times two years ago. One day, she came to me crying and told me she was pregnant and that I was the father. I didn't know she was seeing anybody else at that time, so I believed her though I had a feeling that it was unlikely because I always used a condom. I wasn't in love with her, but I didn't want to be irresponsible. I didn't want the child to be fatherless and I also didn't want to disappoint my father, so we decided to get engaged. A few months later, I caught her with my coach Derek discussing their plans to never let me know that the child is his and that we should continue getting married.

I confronted them and they admitted that they knew from the start that the baby wasn't mine. They used me as a cover-up because Derek just got divorced and they didn't want to let anyone know that they were getting it on during the process. As for Maliyah, she just didn't want to tarnish her reputation, so getting married to me was like having a good reference to put on her resume. I lost it because Derek was like a father figure to me, I looked up to him and I've known Maliyah since forever. I've never felt so betrayed in my life, so I took out my anger on him and sent him to the hospital with a broken nose and a fractured rib. Then I broke the engagement off. Luckily I only got suspended, so I decided to stay where my mom was born and raised which is in Seattle.

The truth is it took a while for me to get over it. I felt bad that I hurt someone badly and at the same time, I couldn't take the humiliation. Then it started getting better eventually because Micah kept traveling back and forth every chance he'd get which meant everything to me. My father also called me several times in a week to check up on me. I still trained and worked-out like a normally do here and did other things to be more productive. When I got back, I felt so out of place at first, but people were being really supportive of me so everything became a bit bearable. Derek stays away from me most of the time, but he breathes down on my neck out in the field which is understandable. I still don't want to talk to him and I don't think I ever will, but I respect the fact that he's still the coach.

Ireland kept quiet the whole time and when I was done telling her everything she shifted a bit and asked, "You're mom's American?" My brows furrowed at the question. "Really? I tell you everything you wanted to know and that's your take away on this?" She turned to look at me grinning and planted a kiss on my neck. "I'm kidding! But seriously, thanks for telling me." I held her down and tickled her until she called uncle. We made out for a while which got me all excited again, but then she pulled the breaks. "Okay, stop! My turn to talk." I tightened my arms around her waist and rested my head on her shoulder wondering what she's about to tell me.

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