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Because of her sacrifice, Brady is now a big shot football player—I mean, look at this place! This place is a palace. There’s no way he’d be this rich and famous if he stayed in Texas and helped raise Liam.
In a way, it’s all so bittersweet. My family had to fracture in order for Brady to have his success.
And knowing all of that, how can I be sitting here thinking about him like I’m a dumb teenage girl?
Why the hell am I even entertaining such an asinine idea?
Seriously, get it together, Izzie! Start thinking with your head for once.
Because even if Brady wasn’t the dick who killed my sister, dating athletes are completely off limits. I could lose my job, and it’s the best job I’ve ever had. Why would I throw that all away just for fucking Brady, the man I’ve despised for years?
The fact that I’m even sitting here having a mental conflict about the whole thing proves how far gone I am. It would all be so much easier if he clearly didn’t like me back.
Although I was a tad rude to him about it, the veggie pizza option was very nice of him; I’m not even sure why I even declined the slice. I was touched, but I think I was afraid of showing any positive emotions toward him.
I don’t want him to get any ideas—especially now that I’m in his house and sleeping in his bed.
I suppose that’s also why I was terrified when he asked me to play foosball. Now that he knows I have a sister, will he put the pieces together? That was really stupid of me to bring her up at all.
He probably thought I was being icy cold and distant on purpose. Little does he know that the truth is so much worse. So, so much worse.
I can’t imagine how he’d react if he ever found out. God, he’d be furious.
Would he take out his anger on Liam?
Oh, please. What am I saying?
He’ll definitely take out his anger on me. After all, itisa pretty messed up thing to keep from someone—which is exactly why he can never find out.
My sister wanted the secret to die with her, and I must maintain her secret—it was her dying wish. I just wish the person who ruined her life looked like a troll and not like Adonis. It would make this whole complex situation a lot easier to navigate.
Ugh, this bed is so soft. I can live here forever.
My mind’s on autopilot as I wonder what Brady’s bed looks like. Is his bed as comfy and perfect as this one? I bet he sleeps right dab in the middle with his rock-hard arms all spread out.
When I touched him on his shoulder a few minutes ago, I could feel every ripple under his shirt. Feeling the warmth of his skin suddenly made me very aware of his body. Just imagining it brings that ringing back to my ears.
And now I feel ashamed of myself again.
I mean, there’s nothing wrong with finding Brady attractive, right? He looks like Hercules; how can anyonenotfind him to be a total babe—which he is? And from the way he struts about the stadium, I can tell he knows it too.
But that doesn’t mean I have to initiate anything. I can keep my distance from him, and handle the rest of the week as professional as possible. At the end of the day, we’re co-workers.
And yes, we have a deeper history together, but no one has to know about that.
What would my sister think of me messing around with her ex? Liam’s dad? She’d probably haunt me for the rest of my life.
In the meantime, I just have to monitor my feelings the best I can. After all, the body wants what it wants, but I must be stronger than that.
As I sit on his amazing, soft bed, I repeat to myself,Brady’s the dick that killed your sister. Brady’s the dick that killed your sister. Brady’s the dick that killed your sister.
It’s just a little attraction. That’s all. Nothing more.
I plop myself down on his bed with a resoundingthumpand sigh.
God, this bed is actually heaven.
