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 feel her small frame press behind me as I peek into the kitchen tucked behind the staircase. A man stood pulling something out of the oven.
I turned around to her adjusting to the front part of me. Her soft curls were still intact with minimal shift from the snow. But her nose remained slightly rosy.
"I hope the sandwich didn't fill you up"
"I did say I was still hungry" she smiles, that same one that always lingers across her lips. One that I wished lasted forever, no matter how annoying it was. She always seemed happy, even when she didn't have to be.
I wondered if it was her way of coping with things. Slapping a smile on it or if she was generally happy. But as Frito snuggles into her leg she bends down to get him. I knew she was. She loved Frito in a way that made me feel things I shouldn't.
No one in my life ever cared for my dog. Any woman I ever saw just discarded him and saw him as a pest. But Lily loved him, I swore she wanted him for herself and I was just a part of the package.
It was the way she was with people. How she captured the attention of every person in that market due to her infectious personality. It honestly annoyed me how well she could make everyone around her simply fall for her.
She did things she never needed to. Went out of her way constantly to just make me feel better about some stupid day that passed. Because she cared and she shouldn't have. But it scares me, this weekend scared me. Because I didn't want her to get attached.
She already won Frito over and I think that would be a scary complication in coming future. I almost wished I kept him from her. Because I did from most, he was my dog.
"They are making chicken parmigiana with fettuccine Alfredo which is your favorite right?" She remembered things she shouldn't have. Made note that I liked things and held onto memories that would never last.
"I guess" Her face looks slightly confused and maybe a little defeated as I let it slip.
"I could cook you something else up if you'd like?"
She couldn't.
"I feel bad I don't want you eating something you don't want" I don't want anything she cooks me, because Lily Langston was one of the worst cooks I've ever met. Hell, she could bake a damn good cookie, but cooking was different. A meal made by Lily was off the table.
"No, I want it Lils don't worry" She looked at me unsure squinting her eyes at me lightly and leaning against the wall with Frito in hand.
"Are you lying to me to try and make me feel better?"
"Why would I do that? I'm not a liar" I turn towards the kitchen and walk in as the chef places the food onto the dishes.
"Monsieur Grant, bon dîner" he turned back grabbed a bag, and went to exit.
