Playing The Game - Book Four in The WSU Series

- Chapter Twenty-Eight -

"Lizzie!"

"Yes?" I yell back as Liv appears in my doorway, "you're not changed," she states the obvious. No, I'm not changed. "Why aren't you changed?" She asks as she glances around my room from her position in my doorway. "Why would I get changed? It's a Friday afternoon," I say carefully, I don't work today— I worked yesterday evening with Angela in the library. I also have no lessons this afternoon, so why would I get changed?

"It's game day," Liv claps her hands at my clear oblivion, "don't you and Bliss talk about anything?" She questions as she walks away from my room. Grabbing my phone I shoot Kian a text.

ME - It's game day?

Two minutes later I get a response from my one and only husband, the devil himself.

KIAN - Yes, you weren't aware?

ME - No, I wasn't aware.

I turn my phone off as I begin to search for an outfit that wouldn't grab too much attention. After the news of our engagement spread, I can't go anywhere without questions. It fucking sucks, but I knew this would happen. Just as I'm about to pick out a jacket my phone starts vibrating from its place on my desk. I choose to ignore it as I know exactly who it is.

Two minutes later my phone rings again, and this time I answer.

"What do you want?" I asked down the phone, I didn't have to check the phone number to realize it was Kian calling. "Now, that's not a nice way to answer the phone, wife." I roll my eyes at his teasing, "seriously, what do you want, Eight?"

"I always knew you watched me play," he murmurs which goes straight through me. After a second he finally answers my question, "you didn't know it was game day?" He asks with what I believe is concern? I don't know, but he speaks more softly than before. "No, I didn't," I answer honestly. "Will you come?" Kian questions and a part of me knows I shouldn't, I don't want to go watch a stupid football game. I've never enjoyed the sport. "For me?" I stand in silence at the request, I'm stunned by his sudden... Venerability?

"It'll look good to the press if you come," he says seconds later, I take a breath— that's more like him. He never does anything, that doesn't benefit him. "It hasn't been leaked to the press when the wedding will take place," oh. "Will you come then? It's important," Kian's voice remains emotionless as he speaks down the phone, "I'll come," I hear myself say before I could try to lie to get out of it. I swear I heard a breath on the other end just before he speaks again, "thank you."

"Don't thank me— my father will see the pictures that'll get leaked, he'll appreciate it." And it's true, my father only cares about the family's image, the Youngs. He cares about his image, my father only cares about himself. "Mine will too," Kian admits and considering I've only met his father once before, I know he's speaking the truth.