Have We Met? (Player's Chronicles) Volume One {Ebook sample}

Chapter 13 (only available until July 15th)

This chapter is going to be temporarily uploaded until July 15, 2012.

I don't know how many more chapters I will upload but I will try my best to do as much.

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Chapter 13

After my lunch with Natalie, we went back to our condo for her to get ready as it takes hours and for me just to lounge around until 3 hours left before the event starts. We always get there early as the Montgomery Family is as close to us like we’re family as well. Grandpa Montgomery & Grandpa Jim were best buds like me & Chase so, it’s a 3rd generation tradition of friendships.

I was flipping through channels bored because there’s nothing to watch. You would think out of 800+ channels there’s bound to be something to watch in the afternoon other than daytime soaps, reality dramas, and reruns. But no which sucks. I settled on the news just for background noise as I let my mind drift to my situation at hand. Would Liz still like me after I tell her the truth? Granted I lied to her about my identity for the sake of getting my name & reputation obscured to avoid any judgment.

Being an Ashburn has its benefits such as I get privileges in certain places that I go we’re always first in line or special treatments.

The disadvantage is people look at you like you’re made of money which leaves you being wary as everyone could be faking it in front of you. Every move I make is always under a microscope which can get tiring. I gotta say I’m not too proud of my well-known reputation of womanizing in the last few years.

I bet Liz even know who and what the real me does because almost every week there is something about me in the tabloids; well, until Grandpa Jim died that was my life. Thank goodness Chase & I are always good at dodging cameras whenever a paparazzo was around to take a snapshot of what we were doing or who we were doing it with. That is another reason why I use fake names or else some gold digger would blackmail me or use the attention for their own 15-minutes of fame. God I hated those times. 

If I were to tell Liz my real identity, how would I even begin to tell her? Do I just outright tell her like removing a band-aid really fast? Or do I subliminally tell her in cryptic messages?

‘Hey Liz, what would you do if I’m someone you may or may not despise?’ 

‘Hey Liz, what would you do if I say I’m not poor?’

I shook my head to clear it. I decided to step out to the balcony to get some fresh air and took out a cigarette from my jacket pocket. I sat down on the balcony chair as I lit the smoke. I leaned back to let my muddled mind relax.

Fuck, what am I going to do?  Then, it hit me. I’m going to write her a letter.  I think that’s the best I can do in this situation. Not because I’m chickening out of telling her, okay maybe a little but it’s the heartbreak and sadness that her face will show that in turn will also break mine in two. Why does life have to be so complicated? I wouldn’t be in this situation if not for Sarah trampling my heart with her 4 inch Jimmy Choos. I mean, if she didn’t leave me 3 years ago, I wouldn’t see her true colors that have sprung out now and maybe I would have ended up being married to her and have cute little bratty kids. I shuddered at the thoughts that flitted my mind at that.

Then again, I wouldn’t have met Liz if I were still with Sarah. When I’m around her, I feel like a new man. Like the sun has shone for the very first time in a long time since my days have been dreary and dark. Having her near me is as easy as breathing air.

I can see her as a permanent fixture in my life; someone I can lean on when times are bad and enjoy the little things. Shit, we haven’t even had sex yet and I can imagine what our kids would look like. Whoa, what the hell is wrong with me? Just thinking about Liz makes my problems go away. I really think, scratch that, I know I am falling in love with her.