The Love We Deny ✔️ [COMPLETED]

Chapter 13 - A job well done

I heard the bell chime as the door to the Café opened. Marketa turned around in her seat to face the two men before asking with a genuine smile: "Can I help you gentleman?" To my surprise the African American rolled his eyes before walking towards our booth, followed by Kyle. This can't be good.

I was stunned when the man sat down beside Marketa, pecked her on the lips, and said "Hey babe!"

I must have heard wrong. I'm sure my mouth was open and gathering flies and whatnot at the moment. WHAT. THE. FUCK?

I heard Al giggle next to me making my attention shift to her.

"You knew?!" I asked still trying to process it all. Al busted out laughing, unable to hold it back anymore. Marketa joined her while Sam looked at me apologetically.

In my frozen state, I hadn't even noticed Kyle taking a seat beside me, opposite his friend. His eyes twinkled with amusement as he looked at me.

"One day babe you're going to end up giving one of your friends a heart attack." Although he was chastising his wife. Gosh even in my head it doesn't sound natural. I could see the laughter and love clear in his eyes. This was real. This wasn't a prank. They were freaking married.

"How?" I managed to say.

"Well, I'm not technically supposed to tell people, but since you'll probably come to my house at some point I thought you might as well know," Marketa explained with a wide smile. I mean great but that didn't actually answer my question.

"And?" I urged, still not understanding how she could possibly be a cheerleader.

"Well, someone didn't read her contract correctly," she teased before adding "Married couples are an exception to the rule. They can't kick me out from the team if they hired me with the knowledge that I was married to the player. It's written in the contracts they make us sign."

I must have overseen it as it didn't apply to me at all.

"Kyle knew as well," Marketa interjected seeing as I was still in shock.

"Hey, don't drag me into this," Kyle said in mock anger. "I've already got enough problems with this one as it is," he added with a teasing smile.

I rolled my eyes playfully at him, feeling rather content at that moment. I hadn't been this close to Kyle since that time at his apartment. Finding out that he was a player, created a rift between us. With him seating so close to me, I could feel our hips touching, and couldn't stop remembering the feeling of his skin against mine when he had helped me spread the cream on my back. The hair on my skin stood tall like they wanted to reach out to him and mingle with his.

"It's probably quite late, but congratulations, and I'm glad to finally meet you." I directed the last part to Sam, distracting me from my previous thoughts.

"Same here," he replied with a friendly smile.

"Wait, but didn't you just join the team?" I asked feeling slightly confused.

"Yeah. After college I was drafted by the Bears so I went to a different state, but I promise this one here that I wouldn't live apart from my wife. The moment I manage to finalize my transfer was the day I proposed," he explained looking at Keta with loving eyes. Damn, I want to have what they have.

We chatted for a little while, before promising to do this again soon. We had cheerleading practice to attend to and didn't want to face the coach's fury if we were late.

Talking with Kyle again had felt great. I hadn't realized how much I missed it until I realized the number of times he was making me laugh. I hadn't known him for that long, but I could feel this tension and this connection between us.