Can two broken hearts be healed?
Duke Michelson lost his husband and high school sweetheart, Emilio. He buries himself with work but nothing seems to heal his broken heart not until he meets Dashiell Mitchell.
Dashiell "Dash" Mitchell also has a b...
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I'm so fucken tired but excited to meet my team and coach. My agent, Jackson Carter, pulled some strings and got me a probation contract with the Los Angeles Saints. They aren't the best in the league, it's been a while since I saw them win a championship but right now I can't complain about what team I get on.
My flight got moved to midnight and I just landed 15 minutes to 7 am. I'm exhausted but all I need is a strong coffee which I got at a small coffee shop in the airport. My phone didn't work at all it only turned on but at least I got the directions from Jackson when I talked to him yesterday.
I threw my luggage into the backseat of the Uber and gave the driver the directions to downtown Los Angeles. My thoughts suddenly went to Duke. His handsome face and those blue eyes knocked me off my feet. It was hard to say goodbye to him because all I saw was sadness but I also saw a spark of happiness inside those eyes. I think saying goodbye to our loved ones helped him move on. I know it took a boulder off my shoulders. I was relaxed and more focused. I missed my mother like crazy but I had to move on and build my future again.
Let's hope my new team welcomes me with open arms because I know there were more rumors of what happened a year ago. I know my old team hates my guts. After all that chaos I only had one friend left, his name was Beckett Johnson but we lost touch after I went on hiatus.
"I thought I'd never see the day, Dashiell Mitchell," my eyes averted to the driver who was gazing at me through the rearview mirror. I couldn't help but smirk at him as I lifted my chin to say hello.
"Yeah, in the flesh," I didn't know what to say. I'm not sure if he'll scold me for what happened a year ago or if he was just a fan.
"I'm a fan, I love your plays. You're a great center. I'm sorry for what happened to your mother. I lost my mother as well," my heart ached at the mention of her. I swallowed hard as I sipped on my coffee. I needed the adrenaline kicking but right now it's mostly sorrow that dug inside my heart.
"Thanks, man. I appreciate the sympathy."
"Are you coming back? I miss watching you. Your old team didn't do great after you left. They didn't make the league, they got disqualified in mid-January," yeah I heard they were doing bad. I saw they lost motivation after I left. It's all my fault. I was their leader, their guidance, and I lost it when I decided to empty the liquor bottle. I took a deep breath. I need to focus on my new team. I'm not sure what position I'll take but it's better than nothing. I'll take whatever at the moment.
"I'm hoping. I'm going to meet my new team right now. The Los Angeles Saints," he cringed when I told him the team. Fuck, were they that bad?
"Let's hope you can talk some sense into those guys, they got disqualified so early in the season," I gulped down the coffee but now I'm thinking of a drink. I hope this wasn't a bad decision. I'm trying to better my career not make it worst. I didn't say much after his statement. I was trying to figure out what I'm going to do. He parked outside the stadium.
