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“I know. And you want to hear what’s crazy about all of this.”
Leslie chuckles nervously. “You mean there’s more.”
“Yeah. In his text messages to Moey, he promises to marry her when she helps him get back on top. She thinks she will take your spot as the wife of the Saint’s quarterback and get more notoriety. This is all about fame and attention for Moey. For Dariel he’s looking for ways to destabilize me off the field. That’s what bothers me the most. He doesn’t want to win hisspot back on the merit of the game; he wants to break me by getting to you.”
Realization slowly comes to Leslie. That realization is immediately replaced with anger. “And to think, I thought Jasmine shouldn’t have fought Moey. She deserved everything Jasmine gave her in the bathroom, and instead of me coming in there to break things up, I should have stomped her one time too.”
As Leslie's anger flares, I feel a pang of sadness at witnessing her frustration. She doesn’t deserve any turmoil, and I want to shield her from it all. Her words about Moey Dash bring a touch of levity to the situation, even though it’s clear her patience has worn thin.
I gently place my hand over hers, offering a reassuring squeeze. "Les, babe," I began, my tone soft and earnest, "I want you to leave them both to me. You are my queen, and I will protect you. If anyone gets their hands dirty, it will be me."
She looks into my eyes, her anger slowly giving way to a mixture of emotions—gratitude, affection, and a touch of worry. Her concern for my well-being is evident, and I can see her internal struggle between wanting to shield me from trouble and understanding my determination to stand up for us.
Her lips form a firm line, and she shakes her head gently. "Wayne, no. We’re going to face them together. We're getting married, and just like you won’t stand for it, I won't allow anyone's negativity to ruin the peace we're fighting so hard to get back."
I'm truly in awe of her strength and the depth of her commitment to protecting us. However, when it comes to Dariel Grant, I have every intention of handling the situation with firmness and speed. As I gaze into Leslie's eyes, the fire ofdetermination in my heart is mirrored by the love I feel for her. With her by my side, I'm more inspired than ever to take action.
Amidst the chaos, I hold on to the vision of our upcoming wedding and honeymoon, where we'll have the chance to create a multitude of cherished memories. I want to savor the sweetness of every moment with her—the whispered promises, the stolen glances, and the tender touches that speak volumes. The thought of these intimate moments fuels my drive to eliminate the cloud looming over us.
As I intertwine my fingers with Leslie's, I can't help but be reminded of the future we're building together. Our connection is electric, and in this charged moment, I lean in, my heart racing, my eyes locked onto hers. Time seems to slow as our lips meet in a gentle yet passionate kiss. In this kiss, we seek solace and a reminder that our love is unbreakable. In this kiss, we promise that our bond will weather any storm.
Pulling back slightly, I whisper against her lips, "I won't let them succeed at ruining us." My voice is a fervent declaration, my eyes searching hers for understanding. "I won't let them tear us apart or take away anything I've worked so hard for. I'll make sure he understands that it won’t happen."
Leslie's gaze holds mine, and a mix of emotions play across her features—concern, love, and a flicker of resignation. She cares deeply for me, and I care for her deeper.
She slightly squeezes my hand, her touch a source of comfort. "Now that we know what they're trying to do, Wayne, nothing they do will work. We've overcome challenges before, and we'll overcome this too."
A surge of gratitude and love washes over me as I hold her hand in mine. Leslie is my rock, my partner in every sense of the word. Together, we have faced hardships, celebrated victories, and built the framework for our future.
I nod in agreement, my resolve unwavering. "I know we will," I say, my voice steady. "And I will never let anything happen to you."
She nods back, her gaze unwavering. "And I won't let anything happen to you either."
As we hold onto each other’s hand, the weight of the situation feels lighter, despite the rage flowing through me. Had Dariel come after me alone, I could have dealt with it easier. Involving Leslie changes everything.
***
I take a deep breath as I prepare to share the shocking truth with Coach Marshall Jackson and Team Owner Keith Langley. Leslie's words echo in my mind, reminding me that we are in this together. With the evidence I have uncovered, it's time to confront the darkness that has infiltrated our team, even if it means exposing a former teammate who has seemingly turned against me.
I walk into the meeting room, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on my shoulders. Coach Jackson and Keith Langley are already seated at the table, their expressions curious yet serious. I clear my throat and begin, "Coach and Mr. Langley, thank you for taking the time to meet with me. There's something I've discovered that I believe you need to know."
Both men lean forward, their attention fully on me.
“We were here in the office for a pre-season meeting with the coaches when you called. I know if our star quarterback calls us in for a meeting, it must be important,” Keith Langley states.
“Hope everything is going well,” Coach Jackson adds.
I can see the mixture of curiosity and concern in their eyes, knowing that whatever I'm about to say must be significant. I bring them both up to speed with what has beenhappening with the cryptic messages and remind them of Moey Dash's media hit pieces on me and Leslie from the past, which they were already aware of.
"Recently, I've been looking into the motives behind the person trying to disrupt our team morale and my relationship with Leslie," I start, my voice steady despite the anger simmering beneath the surface. "What I've found goes beyond Moey Dash and her vendetta against Leslie."
Coach Jackson furrows his brows while Keith’s stern expression remains unchanged. "Go on, Wayne," Coach prompts.
I take a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before continuing, "Moey Dash is not acting alone. She has aligned herself with one of my team members that has something against me."
The room falls silent for a moment as both men process my words. Coach Jackson leans back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table. Keith's gaze remains fixed on me, a hint of impatience in his eyes.
"Wayne, the team gets along well. Every player speaks highly of you and vice versa. Who could possibly have anything against you within the team?" Coach Jackson finally asks, his voice laced with disbelief as he pushes his blue Saint’s hat away from his forehead.
