When Lily Langston goes to a game with her best friend. The last thing she ever thought to happen was being hit in the face with a ball.
But what left her even more shocked was when the guest pitcher himself, the known ruthless billionaire Hayes Gr...
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The sound of chatter was the only thing that could be heard. The sound of two hundred voices speaking at once. Half I didn't know, half I did and wished I didn't.
"Your life's about to change, man." Beckham pats my shoulder, and now I'm even more irritated.
But it's better than marrying that psychotic woman who stalked me. It's been her life goal to be my wife, so she wasted her life doing nothing but wasting her father's money and my family's time.
I knew marrying Lily would be a mistake. Because she'd hate me, I don't care if she hates me; I care if Mom knows she hates me. My mother has never told me once in her life that she was proud of me, until last night.
This was all going to go to hell, and me and Lily were going to burn in it once this ended. But I'll be free, and she'll have her money. But I was annoyed if I can't sleep with my whores. I'd get Lily to fuck me, I just had to get it in her head.
But I think her mind has plans of its own. Because that was definitely my name in that goddamn shower, I wish it were me in there with her.
But right now, there's been a delay, and as each second passes, I feel worried. I never feel worried, but the thought of her humiliating me right now would be disastrous. Maybe I wasn't worried; I was concerned.
But as the sound around me cut and was filled with the sound of a small symphony, that funny feeling disappeared. The flimsy little girl from last night, her niece. Wobbled down the long aisle, spilling petals around haphazardly.
Then, her sister-in-law came in to help the little girl, causing the crowd to laugh as she attempted to run from her mom. I stared at her as she ran towards me, feeling frozen.
Beckham bent down to collect her before she could reach me. I hated being touched, no matter who.
"Let's get you back to your mummy, huh?" Beckham mumbled to the little girl, and I looked at my mother. She looked at me concerned, and I knew I looked like a wreck, some nervous freak. But I was far from that, and I'd rather be shit-faced on a cruise to Rio right about now. But all I could think about was- fuck.
She stood, following Olive with her brother. The dress wrapped around her body was so beautiful that it was hard to keep it in her pants. I was dying on the inside right now.
There's one thing about Lily you couldn't deny, she was fucking divine. Her hair was no longer the dark brown color from earlier, and it was now in a dirty blonde updo. Her boobs were sitting perfectly as the dress itself wasn't too revealing but was boldly sexy in a way.
I was attracted to her, and I hated to admit it. She, on the other hand, looked fucking terrified, but as she looked at me. A smile slowly formed on her face, followed by a wink. But as I looked around, breaking our gaze.
