IN WHICH . . .
Kada Rossi finds
herself accepting a new
job as a baseball interviewer
for the Philadelphia Phillies
OR . . .
a player falls for her
and she falls as well
but she's just recovering
from a breakup . . .
#1 bryceharper
#2 treaturner
#2...
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I walk into the apartment that I bought, though I share it with my boyfriend, Jace. I sigh and throw my keys on the counter as I walk into our bedroom I assume Jace is in.
No one.
I check the bathroom.
No one.
Hell, I even checked our closet.
No one.
It's weird that Jace wouldn't tell me where he was. He could've at least texted me but it's no biggie, probably just drinking with some friends.
I take a shower, make some tea, sit on the couch and watch The Notebook for the third time this month.
About halfway through at 10:30, I'm jolted from my lying position on the couch from the sound of the door opening. I snap my head up to see Jace.
I run over to him to give him a big hug but he barely reciprocates it. I pull away suspiciously and lean in for a kiss when I realize the redness around his lips.
I eye him and start to bring my thumb to wipe over his lips for lipstick before he grabs my wrist tightly.
"What're you doing?" He says sternly. He's used that tone multiple times in our 2 months of dating, so I'm used to it.
"I was feeling your soft lips?" I question myself while I make a lie in my head. He still held me from my waist, his grip harsher than ever.
"You and whatshisname were a bit comfy on TV today, don't you think?" Jace changes the topic and I scoff at him, trying to escape his hold, but failing.
"It's my job to interview players, let it go." I stand my ground as he grabs my chin firmly and leans down to kiss me. My eyes are wide open as I'm forced into the kiss. I push him back annoyed at his antics.
"What's wrong babe?" Jace questions with a pet name that makes me barf in my mouth.
"Who do you think you are? Treating me like an object. I'm sick of it!" I scoff and glare at him.
"I'm your boyfriend." He says while ignoring the last part of my statement.
"Not anymore."
"You're cute when you're mad." Is all he says before stepping forward. I step back.
"You're cute with red lipstick all around your mouth." I confront him and he immediately goes to wipe it and widens his eyes once he sees red on his fingers.
"It's not what you think ba-"
"It's exactly what I think and don't you dare step forward. Instead, how about you spin on your heels and get out of my fucking house." I cross my arms.
