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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Today would be a day I'd never forget. There was nothing different about the day; the mornings were just the same. But one difference was the man snoring beside me. He claims he doesn't snore, but I listen to him grumble in his sleep for the fifth night in a row.
"Hayes," I look over at the clock.
6:22am
I had my first day off today.
When I joined a company to start, Hayes offered to give me money for my own office and practice. But I realized that I needed practice of my own, so I would start there and build my way out the door.
He snores louder than five seconds ago, and with that, I start to giggle. Then I can't stop giggling, and of course, I hear him shift and look over at me.
"What's got you in a fit?"
"Oh, nothing," I mutter.
"Nothing?" He questions. I nod my head and continue giggling, turning away from him. His arms wrap around me as I continue to laugh.
"Lilian"
"Hayes Caldecott Grant?" He gasps playfully as I say his full name.
"Who told you my middle name?"
"I believe you did. You should be remembering your mistakes," I said, and he rolled his eyes at me and pulled me into his chest.
"Why were you laughing?" I shake my head as he sighs. "Why were you laughing, Lils? " he repeats.
"You just... kinda..." I mumbled.
"Mhmm?"
"Snore like a bear..." I whisper in the smallest voice, but of course, he hears it.
"I don't?"
"Oh, you do, but I think it's cute, don't worry." He scoffs slightly as I bury my head into the pillow, and within an instant, he rips it away.
"Seriously," I tease. "I didn't know you could make such an unbecoming sound." He gasps, pretending to be hurt, as I shrug.
"I still don't believe I snore," he argues.
"Oh, you totally do. Alisha says she can hear you through the walls on vacations and if you crash at theirs," I admit. This takes him by surprise.
"And why were you discussing this?" He questions.
"Because you fell asleep on the couch once, and I draped a blanket over you as you snored. Don't worry; I prevented any photos by Beckham and gave him a popsicle in exchange," he jokes, smirking at my words.
"And he was immediately bought?"
"Why do you think I keep them in the fridge?" He pulls me closer to his face, his abs pressed against the dress shirt thrown over me from his previous work day.
