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Getting the QB spot and finding Talia made me the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet.
However, a small part of me worried that Talia would walk away when she found out I’d secured the spot. What if she still thought this was fake? I mentally shook my head.No. There was no fucking way she couldn’t have felt how much I loved her when she gave herself to me the night before. But I intended to spend the next couple of days making sure she was as addicted to me as I was to her.
I could always convince her that I needed to continue the charade so I didn’t lose the spot. Besides that, with any luck, she was already knocked up. I’d take any and all advantages when it came to keeping Talia.
9
TALIA
It was good that Brady got me extra clothes on Friday morning because we spent the past two nights together too. Luckily, my parents understood my plans since they got together quickly after meeting. And had a ten-year age gap, too. It also helped that Brady came inside to meet them yesterday morning when I popped home to pick up some stuff, including a Nighthawks jersey I borrowed from my uncle.
Brady wasn’t a fan of what I planned to wear to his game today, though, judging by the scowl on his face. “Nope,” he growled, shaking his head as he crossed his arms over his broad chest.
“What? Did I pick my outfit wrong?” My brows drew together, and I glanced down at myself. “I’ve never been to a professional football game before, but I thought most people wore jerseys?”
A muscle jumped in his jaw as he explained, “They do, but no man wants to see his woman with another guy’s name and number on their body.”
“Ohhh.” Realization dawned, although I couldn’t be certain if he just was bothered because I was going to be playing the role of his fake girlfriend to help him keep playing as the starting quarterback while the other guy was injured. Or maybe he truly was feeling territorial over me. “I guess I could wear a T-shirt instead and grab something to pull on over it at the stadium.”
His eyes narrowed. “I thought you didn’t like football before we met. Where did you get that jersey?”
“It’s my uncle’s.”
The tension eased from his body at my explanation. “Thanks for thinking ahead, but I already have you covered.”
“You do?”
“Yup.” He strode into the walk-in closet and came back out with a jersey on a hanger. “It’ll be a little big, but you can wear this.”
I took it from him with a smile that widened when I turned it around to look at the back and saw his name. “Thanks. I probably should’ve thought to ask you in the first place.”
“No, baby.” He lowered his head to brush his lips against mine before he lifted my borrowed jersey over my head to replace it with his. “I like that you put thought into what to wear to the first game you’ll watch me in. It’s sweet as fuck, just like you.”
My heart melted at his compliment. “Aw, thank you.”
“My pleasure, baby.” He smoothed the material down and smiled. “There, now you look perfect.”
No way was that true when the jersey he’d put on me was probably three sizes too big, but there was no missing the sincerity in his blue eyes. Brady liked seeing me wear his number and name.
“We’d better get going so you’re not late for your big game.”
He had explained last night that he was required to be at the stadium by eleven but wanted to arrive early since he was starting today. Kickoff wasn’t until one, but I was going to hang out with some of the wives and girlfriends until then since most of them came early with the players.
I was nervous about fitting in with them, but I didn’t want to worry Brady when he needed to focus on playing well so he could impress the coaches. So I just gave him a big kiss—making a show of it in my role of his fake-but-wanted-to-be-real girlfriend since I could feel lots of eyes on us—and shooed him away when someone from security offered to escort me up to the suite the team’s owner reserved for players’ families.
I paused in the doorway to take in the space filled with people, mostly women and kids. A full buffet was spread out on a low table against the wall to my left, and a bar sat to the right. Directly ahead were floor-to-ceiling windows with a sliding glass door that led to a few rows of seats on a balcony. I had no idea attending a football game could be this luxurious, but I supposed it made sense when you factored in that many of these women were married to men who made millions each year, and a billionaire owned the suite.
My nerves settled some after I stepped inside, and Dakota spotted me. “Hey, Talia! I was hoping you’d be here.”
She hadn’t been in the office for the past two days, so I hadn’t seen her since I left The End Zone with Brady. When I asked him if she was okay, he told me that she’d started her maternity leave even though she hadn’t had the baby yet. Looking at how she was cradling her round belly as she waddled over to me, I hoped for her sake that she didn’t go too far past her due date.
“I was selfishly looking forward to seeing you, too.” I patted her stomach. “When I probably should’ve wished for you to give birth instead.”
She winked at me. “You never know. It could still happen today.”
My head jerked back, and my eyes widened. “Umm…be careful throwing ideas like that around.”
“Yeah, it would be better if I didn’t go into labor in the middle of the game. Ames would be angry if I didn’t find a way to let him know right away, and then I’d end up interrupting the game.”
