He pulls back, his eyes on mine, and he whispers, “God, I love you.” He follows the words with a growl, and then he pulls out, sets me down, and fists himself to the finish line. We take our time washing each other before he has to get out to get dressed to get to the stadium on time.
He kisses me goodbye, ensures I have a ticket to the suite for tonight’s game, and arranges a ride for me to the stadium with the promise that he’ll send credentials up to my suite so we can ride home together.
Once he leaves, I wander around the family room by myself, and I sink down onto the couch.
It’s even more comfortable than it looks.
I allow myself the space of thirty seconds or so to kick my feet in the air with total and complete giddiness.
A week ago, I was totally heartbroken and had no hope that I’d ever find a way to get in touch with Archer Bradley on top of losing my dream career through my own doing.
And now…
Well, now I’m moving to Vegas to live with him as I head up his foundation. It’s all things I never could have imagined.
It’s happening so quickly. Too quickly, maybe. A part of me wonders if I can really fit into his world.
But it also feels right. If it isn’t right, we’ll cross that bridge when we need to.
I’m nervous to move here. I’m nervous to start a brand-new life.
I may be nervous, but this is also the most exciting adventure I’ve ever been on. If I’ve learned anything through my travels, it’s that I should never say no to a new adventure.
CHAPTER 51: Millie Monroe
Wad of Dick
I don’t need to leave to get to the stadium for another four and a half hours, and it feels like a good time to call Jackie and Chip to let them know everything that’s gone down since last night.
As I dial Jackie’s number, I realize my hands are trembling.
Maybe I should be calling Chip for this. I mean, I’m basically about to tell them I’m putting in my notice, right? Shouldn’t that call go to my boss?
Except…I’m really not putting in my notice at all. I’ve already agreed to this, and I want to get started now, not in two weeks or a month or whatever an appropriate amount of time is. Chip has always been flexible with me, and I don’t see that changing now. He’s not suddenly going to tell me the bar can’t operate without me when it’s always been just fine when I’ve taken time off.
Including my recent monthlong adventure in the Bahamas.
If anything, he’ll probably be relieved he no longer has to accommodate me and my wacky schedule.
“Mike! Millie’s calling!” I hear her yell as she picks up. “Tell me everything. Did you make up?”
“Wait!” I hear Chip yelling in the background. “I’m coming!”
“I hope he means he’s running through the house to the phone and not the other thing,” I mutter.
“You really never know with him,” Jackie says.
I giggle.
“Okay, I’m here,” Chip says, slightly out of breath. “So?”
“She never did text me back last night, so this has to be good news. Right? Is it good news?” Jackie asks, flipping between talking to Chip and talking to me.
“Well, I talked to him after the game, just like Cooper set up, and he bolted,” I begin.
“Oh, shit,” Chip breathes. “I’m sorry.”
“What an absolutewadof dick,” Jackie agrees.
