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 don't want to go, I barley know anyone?"
"You know me? I'm your husband?" He turns Frito to stare at me as if it's some guilt trick.
"I'm sixteen weeks pregnant and you tell me this now? Look I think France is incredible you know this but is it even safe for me to fly?"
"Lily I would never put you or the baby in harms way. Look I don't want to go either my grandma was a miserable woman. She always wanted us to be proper and have perfect etiquette"
"Why is she getting married in France?" He rose a brow and looked around.
"Why did we get married in France?"
"Your mother?"
"Well my mothers, mother is getting remarried in France so, apple doesn't fall far from the tree" His arms wrapped around me from behind as I sliced up strawberries to go with our pancakes.
His hands slip up my shirt and then before I knew it they wrapped around my breasts as he leaned against my shoulder.
"Those are my boobs Hayes."
"I know" he murmurs "it's just so comforting" I lean back into his arms placing my chopping knife down as I reach for his hands.
"Just because I'm not wearing a bra doesn't mean it's time to ever get handsy on me mister.
"Free the nips" He joked.
"I'm going to act like you didn't just say that" he kissed the corner of my neck again.
"Are you coming to the office for lunch like you promised earlier?"
"Is this your way of swindling me to go to France" I turn back to him as he released my boobs. He lifts his mug of coffee sniffing it with a smile then taking a sip.
"Where even is it?" I lift the cup of juice to my lip taking a sip.
"Versailles" and with that, the orange juice flew out from my mouth across the island counter. I cover my mouth in shock. The noise of his laughter fills my ears as I shut my eyes.
"You can't say that, as if it's the most casual place in the world?!" He grabs a kitchen rag and wipes the counter down as I stand frozen.
"Didn't know you were so fascinated by Versailles?"
"Are you fucking kidding me? I've been dying to go and the fact that we are going for a wedding?! What the fuck Hayes" He steals a strawberry from the plate acting clueless.
"Looks like I need to take you on more trips?" He steps forward and fixes my hair that's out of place "What's something I don't know about you?" He reaches for my hands playing around with them and fiddling with my rings.
"Want something deep, or simple?" His eyes glance up at me, the hazel glint that almost makes my toes curl just from the way he looks.
"I feel like I've been pretty deep with you, what's deep about you Princess?" I shrug and of course he shakes his no, not taking that for an answer.
