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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I opened my eyes slowly. As I looked through the window, I saw a bright blue sky behind a balcony. The room, now sunlit, woke me up.
I sat up on the couch and wondered how I got here, and now, a lasting pain in my neck could be felt. As I stood slowly, I wondered where Hayes was and how the hell I made it to the couch. Let alone here?
The villa I stood in spoke volumes. It was the prettiest place I've probably ever been. I walked towards the balcony and pushed back the mesh curtains. The view from here was astounding.
The water was just a few feet away as I looked over the coast. Wow, this place was breathtaking, and I was just looking at the ocean.
Turning back into the room, I left the living area to attempt to find Hayes. Maybe he'd left for work, but where the hell was work for him in Mykonos?
Walking towards the back, I found a door cracked open, and as I pushed it further, I was pissed. Hayes was cozied up in a big bed, hugging the white covers. While I was fucking freezing in the other room with a sore neck.
"You asshole," I walked towards the bed, and without thinking, I chucked a pillow right at his face. He shot up within an instant, alarmed.
"What the fuck Lily?!" His eyes darted at me as I stood the culprit with a second pillow in hand.
"What the fuck? What the fuck?! You stuck me on the couch while you slept like a king! Was two bedrooms out of your fucking budget?" He laid back in bed, annoyed as he shook his head.
"My mom booked this place; it would be weird if there were two beds. Last night when we made it here, you fell right to sleep on the couch," he grumbled as he looked pissed.
"Never pull that shit again, you'll regret it," he snaps. I turn to my luggage pressed against the wall and open a trunk. I pull out a new white sundress, it was supposed to be mid-sixties today.
I remove my sweats and unclasp my bra, dropping it to the floor. "What are you doing?" he asks.
"Changing, and I'd prefer it if you didn't watch. Because I have no idea where a restroom is," he doesn't respond, so I continue removing my panties as I stand fully nude now.
I grab a white-laced thong and pull it up my thighs. Then I throw the dress over my head and zip up the back. I turn back to see him staring at me; what a perve.
"I told you not to watch?"
"You didn't say please," He jests, and I lift a pillow. He gives me a warning sign, and then his eyes turn to my chest. "No bra?" He asks.
"Free the nips, Hayes. I just slept in a bra, so deal with it." I chucked the pillow onto the bed, removed the pearls from my ears, and placed them in my luggage.
"The bathroom is through that door right there," he says, pointing to the door across the way ,which causes him to glare at me.
