Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“Jaxson was served as well,” Bolton says, answering on the first ring. Jaxson Barrett is my attorney.
“Of course he was. What are we going to do about this?”
“You’re my friend first, so tell me… Is it yours?”
“Hell no,” I reply.
“I didn’t think so. We can fix this and decide what to do about Honey.”
“Is taking her gross ass out an option.”
“No,” he says, laughing.
“My accountant and I are on the first flight out. We’ll get this sorted out. But be prepared. The press is going to gobble this shit up faster than Thanksgiving pie.”
“Thanksgiving pie?” I say, chuckling. Despite the direness of the situation, I’m glad to see that my sense of humor isn’t gone.
“You know I love pie.” he says, chuckling.
“Sir, it’s hit the news,” a soft voice says, on the other end of the line.
“Shit, thank you, Sassy. Go on home and get your things. I’ll pick you up from there in one hour.”
“Yes, Sir.” I hear Bolton groan and fuck if I don’t know that sound.
“Meet me in my office first thing in the morning. We’ll get moving on this on the way. I’ll pull Marcy into the loop and get her dealing with things on her end. You’ll need to do morning shows,” he says. Marcy Showalter is my public relations and social media guru. I don’t think I’ve posted anything on my own social media since the month after I went pro. It’s all fake as fuck.
“Ugh, fine whatever we need to do.”
“See you soon and don’t fucking talk to anyone until I tell you otherwise. You got me?”
“I’ve got it.”
As soon as I hang up, I turn the tv on and sure enough, my shirtless body from less than ten minutes ago is on the screen. That douche process server sold my grimacing mug to some news outlet.
Today in the world of entertainment and sports, Channel 7 has learned from an exclusive source that Honey Barnes, sister of Chicago Calfs Owner, Ben Barnes, and our very own Calfs shooting guard, Nick Pike are expecting a future ball player. Yes, ladies, he is apparently off the market as photos of them were taken during the off season in Barbados. Rumors have spread that they were merely friends, and no relationship is on the horizon, but considering the new development, it is safe to assume that things are going to change.
This is Kate West with Channel 7 News.
God damn it. I know without a doubt that my Rose has seen this shit and I don’t know how the fuck I can explain this shit away. I swear to all things holy, if this shit causes me to lose the best thing that’s ever happened to me, I’ll kill that bitch with my bare fucking hands.
CHAPTER 3
“Ugh. Not this morning raspberry, please. I need a minute to actually put something in my stomach before you make me puke it all up,” I beg the baby as I grab my phone. I pick it up on my way to the bathroom and glance at it. I can’t help noticing the over fifteen texts from Cheryl in the last two hours. “Geesh. What is going on?” Instead of checking the messages, I continue what I need to do to get ready for work.
Shower complete, clothes on and makeup done, I am in my kitchen making my ginger tea. The daisies I was supposed to throw away are sitting on my counter in a custom vase from my trip to Cupid’s cove, mocking me. Making fun of the promise I made to throw them away, knowing damn well I was not going to. I mean can you blame me? Daisies are the forgotten flower in my opinion, but they are equally as beautiful as any tulip or rose any day, but more delicate.
Once the tea is poured and steeping, I peek at my phone again, I know I need a clear head for work and if Cheryl is calling this much it is drama that I need to be in Pajamas and eating popcorn for, so she is going to wait until tonight. “Shoot.” I look at the time realizing I haven’t turned on the news to find out the traffic so I can figure out how best to get to work. I mostly drive my car, but sometimes, if they are expecting heavy delays, I take the Metro. No one wants to be on the Dan Ryan in the middle of rush hour traffic. Chicago is much like New York in that way.
Barely paying attention, I turn it on and put some toast in the toaster. I turn back to grab my tea then the boom happens when a picture of Nick and some woman flashes across the screen, followed by this:
Today in the world of entertainment and sports, Channel 7 has learned from an exclusive source that Honey Barnes, sister of Chicago Calfs Owner, Ben Barnes, and our very own Calfs shooting Guard, Nick Pike are expecting a future ball player. Yes, ladies, he is apparently off the market as photos of them were taken during the off season in Barbados. Rumors have spread that they were merely friends, and no relationship is on the horizon, but considering the new development, it is safe to assume that things are going to change.