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“Luna.” Athena barks and jumps off my lap, and the traitorous bitch runs straight to Spencer. Why did he come here? I want to be alone. He walks towards me, Athena at his side. He sits down next to me, and I just want to get up and run away. “Are you okay?” he asks me, and something snaps.
“No, just give me your pen. I will sign the damn divorce papers, and we can be done.” I try to pull the pen out of his shirt pocket, but he moves backwards. “And I am keeping my dog,” I say, still trying to grab at his pen. The tears are still falling, and my sobs are loud. I know people around us are watching. I just don’t care if the whole world sees me ugly cry while ending my fake marriage. That’s not a problem.
“Luna, just wait.” Spencer grabs my hand, stopping me. “Let me talk, please.”
“I do not want to hear whatever you plan to say, Spencer. I’m upset and just want to sign these things and get it all over with. Since marrying me was such an enormous mistake.” I can hardly breathe the way I’m crying, and my words are coming out a garbled mess. “Just let me sign, and you can go back to your sad, lonely life of routine.”
“Luna,” he says, my name louder now. “I don’t want to go back to my lonely life. Fuck, if you just listen to me.” I wipe my face with the back of my hand. Tears and messed up makeup smearing all over the place.
“If I listen, Spencer, I am going to get hurt. A man like you can choose any woman he wants. Why would you choose me? You called me Luna-the-lunatic most of my life. I’m not going to change into some perfect robot-girl. I’m me, and I am happy being me. I don’t fit into routines and schedules. Fuck it. I like leaving the house and going places and being around people. I am the opposite of you, and while opposites attract, I think we might not actually fit together. I will sign your divorce papers, and we can just pretend none of this happened.” I sigh because I won’t ever forget it happened. I won’t just get over him. “Your sister is never going to forgive me. I really fucked that up.” I am mourning the loss of my friend too. I saw her face.
“My sister told me to come find you, to fix this. She threatened to kill me if I hurt you.” He tries to hold my hand, but I pull it away. If I touch him, I will forget I am angry.
“She can go ahead then because you have utterly destroyed me, Spencer.” Audrey is my best friend, and if she sent him after me, then she knows this is more than just a mistake. “She is really okay with this? With us?”
“She said so. We might get a tongue-lashing later, though.” I stop and think about it. I should have told her right away, but I was too scared she’d be upset and I would have to end things with him. “Luna, I can give you a pen and let you sign those papers. But, if you do, I will get straight down on one knee here in the dirt and ask you to marry me again. I love you, and the only mistake I made was not following my heart on that.” Spencer is talking softly. We are the main attraction in the dog park, with everyone looking at us now.
Before I can think about an answer or say something to him, Athena dives onto him and squashes her enormous dog butt between us on the bench. “I guess we have to stay married for the dog. She really loves you too,” I say, looking at him around the Great Dane between us.
“She loves me the most.” Spencer mocks, and I laugh even though my cheeks are still wet with tears. He moves Athena off the bench, tossing her ball for her, and closes the gap between us. Spencer takes the envelope out of my hand and tosses it into the bin behind the bench. “I love you, Luna. Please stay married to me.” I want nothing more than that.
We kiss, and he pulls me into his arms, holding me like he may never let go. Somewhere in the park, I hear a whistle and a clap like they’re cheering for us. I don’t look. I only look into Spencer’s eyes and know I have found home.
I can see he is dying a silent death, having all eyes on him and being the center of attention in such a public place is giving him anxiety. When Athena comes back, he says, “We could get another dog, one that loves you, if you like?” I laugh as she puts her dirty slobbery ball in his lap and wonder how this is even the same guy I moved in with a short while ago.
“I will stay married to you, and I want like ten dogs, but we can work on that,” I say, opening the car door for Athena to jump in a little while later. The rest of this conversation needs to happen in private. “Let’s go home and kiss some more,” I say, kissing him slowly, a tease of what I really want to do.
“Home is where you are, Luna,” he says and surprises me with a very public display of affection. The passionate kiss steals my breath away and sends my heart rate through the roof. “I love you.”
“I love you. Can I call you husband now?” I joke with a smile and warmth in my heart.
“Can I call you wife?” he asks, and it sounds kind of sexy when he does, possessive and permanent.I like it.
The End
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SNEAK PEAK OF THE BILLIONAIRE QUARTERBACK
The Las Vegas Billionaires: Book 3
JEFF
“Want to dance?” I have had my eyes on the cute cheerleader since they came running onto the field with their pom poms waving before the game. She is absolutely gorgeous. It’s not often a lady will get my attention long enough that I turn my head and look twice. I nearly missed a pass on the field because her smile was so shiny. I couldn’t look away.
I bet that was the out-of-state team’s whole plan, bring a pretty babe like her to distract us, and maybe they’d stand a shot at winning. We won, they lost—and now she is here at the after-party looking even better in her tight denim skirt and white tank top. Her perfect preppy cheerleader ponytail swishes when she moves, and her giant grey-blue eyes light up when she smiles. I’m not sure who invited the losing team’s cheerleaders, but I am so glad they did.
“I can’t dance with the opposing team’s star player. Are you crazy?” she asks me, carrying two beers, trying to bob and weave past me and back to her giggling girlfriends. “That’s a sin, you know.” She winks, and I get a glorious view of her perfect tight ass in that skirt as her hips sway side to side. She puts the beers down on the table and says something to her friends because they all look up at me at the same time.
They quickly look away and get into some very heated girl talk at the table. I lean back against the bar and watch her. I don’t drink and often wonder why we even bother throwing a party for the winning team when the team cares way too much about their bodies being temples to drink or eat and enjoy them. If I look around the room, most of my team are married or in relationships. They don’t even come to these things for the women.
When I look back to her table, she’s not there, but her friends are giving me the suspicious side-eye. I glance around, but I don’t see her. She must have snuck off to the lady’s room. I hope she didn’t leave. The music changes, and there’re a few whoops and whistles from the dance floor. The vibe in the room kicks up a notch, and I can literally feel the celebrations in the air.
Across the room, bodies bounce, and grind to the music, and the lights strobe and flash, making them look animated. I see her again. She’s dancing like no one is watching, swaying, and moving as if the music is part of her anatomy. I catch myself smiling at the stunning dancer, who definitely works for the wrong team. Although if she was one of ours, I’d never catch the ball because my eyes would be on her.
I saunter slowly through the buzzing, crowded room, my eyes locked onto one thing—her. She has her back to me now, hands up over her head as she wiggles her hips to the crazy beat of the DJ’s mix. Her skirt rides up higher, giving me a look at her muscular dancer’s legs. Good God, she’s a walking wet dream—a dancing one really.
As I walk onto the lit-up floor, there are too many moving bodies, all getting lost in the music. I have to squeeze, elbow and even shove past some of them to get to the small clear space around her. No one is dancing too close or with her—they're all gawking at her like I am. Not that I have any reason for it, but I am jealous. They can look elsewhere. I am going after that dancer. She’s mine tonight.
