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“By making me the most hated woman in the country?” she squawked. “I’ll have to move to Bosnia just to escape the hate. I’ll be the next Yoko Ono.”
My lips twitched. “Baby-”
“No,” she snapped. “You cannot do this.”
“Actually, I can,” I informed her, every reporter in the room watching this play out like a tennis match. “It’s all been figured out.”
“Well, then un-figure it out,” she went on. “You can’t do this, Orion.”
“You said that you’d never date another athlete again,” I repeated, reminding her of her earlier words. “What else am I supposed to do?”
“Find someone that doesn’t have a problem with your job,” she snapped, frustration lacing every word. “It’s not rocket science.”
That pissed me off.
“There isn’t anyone else,” I snapped back. “There’s onlyyou.”
Sinclair let out a deep sigh. “Orion-”
“No,” I bit out, cutting her off. “You don’t get to tell me who to love. You don’t get to tell me to just go pick some other woman. There’s only you, and I will do whatever I have to in order to get my ring on that goddamn finger of yours.”
“Jesus Christ,” she muttered, rubbing her temples.
“Get those restraining orders ready, baby.”
Her head snapped up, those blue eyes of her shooting fire my way. “You are not retiring, Orion.” As soon as she said the word, shocked murmurs vibrated around the room. “I refuse to let you do this.”
My back straightened. “Then there’s only one way to stop me.”
“That’s blackmail!” she screeched.
“I don’t give a fuck,” I shot back.
“Oh, here we go,” Lenny muttered.
“I guess we’re racking up FCC fines after all,” Malcolm added.
“Are you listening to yourself?” Sinclair cried out. “Blackmail is illegal.”
“So is stalking, but guess what?” I taunted.
“Christ on The Cross, Orion,” she sighed.
Fuck this.
Jumping off the platform, I made my way to go stand in front of the crazy girl. “I love you,” I told her again. “And I really don’t give a fuck if you don’t love me back.”
“Second fine,” Lenny remarked dryly.
“I love you enough for the both of us, and if I have to beg you on my knees, then I will,” I went on. “I never should have doubted you, and I’m so fucking sorry for that, baby. I swear to God, I am.” I reached up to cup her face because I couldn’tnottouch her. “But I am not going to just let you dump me like you’re not the best thing to ever happen to me. If you won’t date athletes, then I won’t be one.”
“You can’t do this,” she repeated. “I can’t let you do this.”
“There’s only one way to stop me,” I told her, serious as a fucking heart attack.
“Orion-”
“No,” I said, interrupting her again. “There’s only one thing I want to hear from you, Sinclair.”
