Professionally Perfect

Chapter 28

Kimberly.

We had two lanes set out for the group of us, just waiting for us to choose our teams. "We'll have my family on one team and then you lot on the other."

Cole very happily stepped to the front, getting a feel of each of the bowling balls.

"Stop touching the balls, Barbie." Savannah teased.

Robert grabbed a ball of his own and stepped up to the aisle. Cole went first, Robert following closely behind. I cringed. Robert knocked over a grand total of three, while Cole had seven.

He's worse than I remember.

Robert turned to look at me, his face a slight tint of red. "You're next. Please be as good as I remember."

I didn't even attempt to hide my laughter. "It won't be hard to beat you, cariad."

He shot me a glare before his face lit up. "Can we bet money?"

"Yes!" Cole grinned. "Please."

"How much?"

"You have a lot of confidence in yourself Robert." Savannah and I both stood with a bowling ball in our hands, waiting for the two to choke on their testosterone.

"I have confidence in my wife."

I almost dropped the damn ball. "Don't you dare pin this on me."

"One thousand Euros to the winning team." Robert completely ignored me. Someone needed to take his money away from him.

I'd love to volunteer.

"Big shot." Cole scoffed.

"Scared of losing?"

"Oh my goodness, children." Savannah groaned, itching to bowl. "We'll bet, but Robert and Cole pay, I am not paying anyone." Not giving anyone time to argue, Savannah took her shot, knocking down nine pins, missing the last with her second bowl. I, on the other hand, got a strike.

Jessica and Milo were up next, followed by Caiden and Elijah. Elijah was surprisingly good, he hadn't missed a single pin in all of his turns. I watched him with a glare after each of his shots. I don't look at Elijah and think 'pro-bowler,' I think 'makes his Nan a dinner every Sunday.'

After his fourth turn, he shot me a wink and a smile. Clearly, I wasn't very good at hiding my annoyance.

Another surprising turn of events - Robert was shit-faced. For someone who rarely drank, I was surprised he hadn't vomited in his drink.

He was hanging off me, attached to my hip like he was a debt collector or something. I could barely bowl without feeling his finger poking and prodding my ass. At one point I leant over to pick up my second ball, and Robert took the opportunity to slap my ass. In front of everyone. In front of his Mother. His Mother who was laughing.

I lifted my drink to my lips but didn't get to take a sip before I felt Robert squeezing me like a child squeezed their favourite teddy. "I have bones. Once you feel resistance, stop squeezing."

"I love you." He mumbled in my ear. "Thank you, I'm really enjoying myself." Although he completely ignored me, I couldn't be annoyed at him. He was melting my stone-cold heart. It was nice to see him enjoying himself, not feeling as if he needed to be on top of his game all the time.

I struggled to turn around in his arms, but when I did, his face was so close to mine that our noses were almost touching. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, but I think you've had enough to drink now, don't you?"