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“It didn't, Levi.” I pushed my hands up to the side of his face, careful not to get blood on him. “It just showed me I had another dream and now it has come true too.”
Just as we started kissing, a knock on the door broke us apart and as I had predicted, the police were there.
We didn't fight it that time. We knew what was coming and we knew we would be out of there by the end of the day.
“See you tonight?” Levi winked as the cops read him his rights and cuffed him like a hardened criminal.
“I’ll come to you,” I smiled, allowing the cops to cuff me as well.
I wasn't upset that things didn't go as planned, or that Levi had lost his cool on the field. In truth, it was the first time someone besides Bobby and my mom stood up for me and made me feel like I didn't have to fight as hard as I had my entire life.
I wasn't alone and I felt contentment knowing that whatever came of our careers, we had chosen each other and the rest didn't matter. It blew my mind how much had changed in such a short time but when I really thought about it, it wasn't such a short time.
From the moment I first met Levi, well over four months before, I knew he was meant for me. We may have gone on a wild path to get to each other, but we couldn't deny that it was always meant to end the way it did.
Chapter42
Levi
Art flew into Atlanta the day after everything went down on the field with Chicago. But instead of being worried about my attack on sixty-seven, he was more concerned with the behind the scenes attack that Charleigh had unloaded on Richard.
As he probably should have been.
I had my lawyer bail both Charleigh and I out of jail before the game was even over. He had arranged for me to have a car service take me home, but I added that he needed to discreetly make sure Charleigh was in that car with me.
We sat in the backseat, hand in hand, as we went to her apartment first to get whatever she needed for the next few days. She also spent the drive on the phone with her mom and Bobby, assuring them everything was fine.
Rhys told me he would fly back in to help me over yet another hump, but I told him no need, that Charleigh and I were okay and as long as we were together it would be fine.
We spent that night soaking in my bath together, massaging and cleansing the day from our bodies. I wanted to take her to bed and make love to her until we could no longer remember who Richard was, but just being with her the way we were was just as satisfying.
We sat in robes on the couch after a bath and ate takeout. We dared to turn on the sports channels to see what everyone was saying but they were just as confused as they should have been.
Still, everyone was oblivious to how much Charleigh and I meant to one another.
No one knew Richard had been attacked or that Charleigh had been arrested, but they were able to deduce that I went after sixty-seven because of what he said to her. Apparently, I was a hero, but my stomach churned at that mention because I knew the truth.
That I had failed her before and didn’t deserve accolades for finally manning up and punching sixty-seven.
Charleigh noticed my self-loathing and slid into my lap to kiss me. Kissing never stayed kissing with us, and eventually I was holding her by the thighs and driving my dick into her from where she straddled over the top of me.
The next morning, we were both separately summoned to the Omni hotel where Art had set up an office to determine what had happened and what he should do about it. Instead of going separately, though, we decided to show up together.
The Omni was just a block from my penthouse, so we walked together, holding hands and soaking in the sun from the Monday afternoon rays. When we walked into the hotel, we were immediately corralled by a few NFL employees and taken to Art’s makeshift office.
He was surprised to see us both walk in, and even more surprised we were hand in hand. But we refused to start over and hide again. It was too much for us to defend ourselves and our actions without being open about how we felt.
Richard may have had the power to fire me from the Kings, but Art had the power to kick me out of the NFL. It was important to me that he knew Charleigh was my priority and that if it came down to it, I wanted her to keep her job and I would head back to coaching college football.
“Well, this is a surprise,” he motioned to our hands as we walked in. “But not really.”
I furrowed my brows and looked at Charleigh before going back to Art. “Seriously?”
“Sit…” he trailed off, motioning to the chairs that sat in front of his temporary desk.
We did but kept our hands together.
“So, let's see…” he thumbed through some paperwork that sat before him. “Coach Peyton, you charged a player on the opposite team and assaulted him in the middle of the field. You were arrested but there were no charges filed by anyone, so your arrest was nulled this morning. Richard Elder, however, fired you, yet he won’t tell me why.”
