Play The Part (Player Next Door Book 3)

62 | I'm Here To Get Paid

Oh my, I saw this public comment the other day and it gave me all the feels. Thank you so much to @c234567890 for the kindest words. You and comments like these is why I keep writing, why I love this so much. 

I can't believe how lucky I am to have connected with so many of you. 

Chapter 62: I'm Here To Get Paid

*Recap*

Curse these boys and their unbelievably fit abs.

Austin's strong arms very easily kept me back.

The commotion was starting to attract attention, and I kept looking at the person at the coat check with the yellow jacket, hoping they wouldn't notice me until I got to them. I was trying to catch any clue I could of the identity, before they left.

And then, Luke walked out of the bathroom and found me in Austin's arms.

Well, technically, Austin was gripping my arms as I tried to wriggle away. Luke's gaze went from calm to confused to noticing the stress in my eyes.

"Luke," I pried one arm free of Austin's clutches and pointed at the yellow jacket.

For a split second our eyes locked.

*End of Recap*

Yellow jacket ran out the door.

And that's when I saw Luke snap into action, faster than I thought he could move. He leapt over a table and sprinted across the restaurant, nearly taking out a waiter carrying ice cream. Chairs scraped, someone yelped, a lot of gasps and Luke slammed the front doors open at full speed, before disappearing.

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The dust settled.

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"You, uh," Austin leaned over and picked up a bread-basket that fell off a nearby table after Luke had blazed past, "dropped a bread roll."

Then Austin grabbed my hand and took me out of there fast.

We chased after Luke until a waiter started chasing us to pay the bill.

"GIVE US FIVE MINUTES," Austin called out, "WE'LL COME BACK!"

"Five... minutes?!" I wheezed, unable to keep running at this pace for ten more seconds.

"Come on," Austin urged me, "We need to catch up."

"You go," I waved, "He needs you."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

I started to slow down, feeling my legs dissolve into jelly. And Austin took off fast.

**

*Ten Minutes Later*

"He said five minutes," the waiter said bitterly, holding me in his arms as he helped us catch up to them.

"Five minutes in boy athlete world," I explained, "Not for people like you and me. Our legs don't move like that."

"Speak for yourself," he argued, "If you paid the bill now, we wouldn't need any minutes."

"How many times have I explained to you sir that I don't have that level of money? I can pay for a third of the meal, but I can't do everyone," I explained, while feeling my sides stitch up in pain at all this exercise, "One day, I will. I'm trying to reach that level in life. Aspirations, you know?"