Delaney Ricciardo is fierce and her determined to win at any cost has not made her well liked. But by the time she retires from tennis she is a twenty four grand slam winner and regarded as the greatest tennis player the world has ever seen.
But si...
We were going to one of the fanciest and most prestigious Italian restaurants in Italy tonight, so I had to dress up. I had a tight leather brown dress on with a matching brown leather coat that was oversized and hung around my arms.
I did my own makeup with a black smokey eye and a glossy lip. I had to go out and buy different concealer to cover the forming black eye. Stacking a few gold necklaces around my neck and then stacking lots of golden rings on my hands.
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"What are you my dad?" I laughed down the phone at my uncle, "I'm not going to get drunk, you do know I've been playing tennis professionally for nearly as long as I've been alive, I think I know my own rules for on season"
"Well, Delaney, you know it's not set in stone right? The French open is three months away, one night won't end the world"
"Oh no, no thank you, I still remember the stories you told me back in the day of your friend going by the same logic and he broke his arm while drunk and was out for three years"
"I'm a victim of my own words" he sighed before he let out a laugh "maybe you could even find a man Dels, you know, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world-"
"I've got to go" I said, laughing
"Delaney" my uncle said, through laughter before I ended the call.
I'm still laughing to myself as I grab my purse and walk out my hotel room door, the heavy door thudding behind my back. My eyes meet Lewis's as he exits his room.
Seriously, he's staying on the same floor?
I'm running into him way too much.
His eyes slowly look down at my body and then he closes his eyes and leans his head back slightly, his lips moving like he's saying a silent prayer.
"Can I help you?" I ask, pulling my hotel room door closed behind me
"In more ways than you know" he said, opening his eyes and looking at me. His eyes are so dark they're like two pools. He takes the opportunity to let his eyes rake down my body.
