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Lyla bristled as Holly watched the scene with satisfaction. John Cohan did not mince words.
"Is this how you treat your fans?" Her voice dripped ice. "Rudely?"
"No, it's not," he said patiently, "but it's pretty clear you aren't a fan. I know what you want, and I'm not interested. And you're the rude one. From what I've seen, you don't treat your employees all that well."
Whoo boy. This was about to get fun.
"You know what? It's your fucking loss," Lyla spat, whirling on her heel.
"Doubtful," he called as she stomped off toward the stairs.
"I'm sorry," Holly told him. "I didn't mean to interrupt your night with her nonsense."
He waved a hand. "Don't worry about it. Ryder told me she was a pain in the ass."
"You have no idea. Thanks for busting her lady-balls. It was fun to watch."
A smirk played around his mouth, and he nodded. "It was fun to do. She's a fucking piece of work."
She waved and headed back downstairs. Lyla waited at the bottom of the staircase, shooting eye daggers at her.
"I kept my mouth shut about your spawn, and now I’m going to collect what you owe me. You have until the Cup parade to convince Eli to let me take over the feature, Holly. I'm done with all of this. If you don't comply, I'm going to out this pregnancy to your fucking boyfriend ASAP," Lyla snapped. "Don't even try to argue with me. This is over. No paycheck. No references. You’re done."
"Jesus Christ," Holly muttered. She was so over this bitch. Even losing a payday didn’t bother her, as long as she was free from her reign of terror. "Whatever, Lyla. I really don't care anymore. But I need time to figure out what to tell him, so he will let you take over. That's not going to be easy."
"Just get it fucking done! The Cup parade is your deadline. Do it by then, or you'll be sorry."
Lyla spun around and marched out of the party, blonde hair flying.
Holly glanced over at the bar where Eli sat, laughing and drinking with his friends.
Fuck, she really didn't need this right now. What in the hell was she going to say so he'd let Lyla take the feature?
All she knew was that she better figure it out, and soon.
25
"This is the best, isn't it?"
Holly adjusted her sunglasses and glanced over at Penn. "Yeah, it's a great party."
Ryder and Zoe decided to throw a huge bash for the team two days after they won the Cup.
They lived in a mansion, and between the outdoor and indoor pools and the tables of food and alcohol, the party was raging, and it was only 2:00 pm.
"I don't just mean the party. I mean everything. The win, the celebrating, the relief of it finally being over. I'm exhausted and happy. Aren't you?"
"It's a relief they won, yeah." Holly adjusted her lounge chair. They were lazing by the outdoor pool, people watching.
Tristan Mattisson doled out drinks of soda from the Cup to some of the players’ kids, who had lined up for a turn. Briar Lear was dancing at the end of the line like she had ants in her pants while Hannah stood nearby, holding baby Callie.
She looked over toward the opposite end of the pool, where Eli chatted with his sisters. His father wasn't here, but she expected that was a relationship he planned on taking slowly.
Placing a hand on her stomach, she closed her eyes and swallowed, feeling suddenly nauseated. It was too early for morning sickness, but she'd gotten her share of the queasies, as well as some major indigestion.
A drop of water landed on her arm, and she looked up to find Eli standing over her, dripping wet and grinning. "Ladies. The kiddos have finished drinking from the Cup, and I thought you two might want your turn."
"Oh, I'm game," Penn told him. "Will West pour it for me?"
