Game Winning Catch: (Secret Baby Sports Romance (Pass To Win #5)

by Roxy Sinclaire

  Ayron is a fighter, so much stronger than my mother had been. I found my mother after she had taken the pills, and I didn’t know what to do but watch her slip away. Dana must have told Trevor about it. His words about me not knowing what to do in the face of pressure had stung. I used to think that if I had just called 911, she could have lived a little longer. I think my family may have silently felt it, too, but they weren’t with her like I was. I was only five at the time. She had lost all of her spark, her zeal for life.

  The person they had mourned at the funeral was someone I had only known briefly. They hadn’t met the serious, sad woman I grew up with, who put on a face of her former self when everyone showed up. What happened to my mother was not my fault. Maybe one day my family will accept me, but until then, Ayron is enough for me.

  Gloria, who is usually perched outside of my office before daybreak, is nowhere to be found. Odd. I enter my office to find Trevor seated at my desk, as though he owns the place.

  “Good morning,” I say. Today is my first day back. I have to keep my calm. I am surprised to see him here, but my father taught me the value of a steel face.

  “I guess you thought that little stunt you pulled was going to knock me off.” He shakes his head, leaning back in my chair as though it’s his own. “The board did remove me as interim president, but your sister has decided to launch a cosmetics line under the M.I.S umbrella. Guess who’ll be running it.” He winks. “Guess who’ll be funding it?” He points in my direction. “Get me my money, boy. The details are listed in a report I saved on your desktop.”

  In automatic response, my jaw tightens and I clench my fist. One hundred…ninety-nine…ninety-eight…ninety-seven…ninety-six…I count backwards in my head in an attempt to keep my anger in check. I have to play it smooth. I can’t let this stupid motherfucker rattle me.

  “I’ll review it,” I respond curtly.

  Trevor moves toward me, still holding on to that smug-ass grin.

  “Don’t worry, it’s already daddy approved, so there’s no need to run to him.” He pats my shoulder, and I fight the urge to break his hand.

  “Thanks for the info,” I say, moving toward my desk with a frown. First order of business is to find some damn Lysol and sanitize my shit.

  “I heard that you decided to keep the help.”

  “What you are talking about?”

  “The therapist your father hired to tame you.” He moves his thumb and pointer finger together to make the “okay” symbol. “Quality piece of ass by the way.”

  My blood boils, and the numbers seem to blur. Fifty-six…sixty-six…sixty-one… Fuck this.

  I rub a hand over my face to give it something to do other than punch him.

  “You should leave now,” I manage to grunt. “Keep your fucking eyes off my girl.”

  He laughs like he heard a joke.

  “Just make sure to send her my way when you’re done. I have a few issues I need to work out.”

  I rush toward the man lingering in my door, shoulders squared.

  The look on his face—like he's waiting for me to pummel him—is so calm that it stops me.

  Nope. I won’t do it. I can’t give his childish ass the satisfaction.

  As Ayron would say--there is more than one way to skin a cat.

  “I’ll make sure to run that by my sister first.” I smile. “You know, your owner.”

  He grimaces.

  “Please leave.” I direct his vision to a small sign at the entrance to my office that read “video and audio recording in use.” “I’m sure the video of you breaking into my office and the audio of your provocation will support your termination.”

  His nostrils flare as he turns haughtily and disappears down the hall. I’m glad I had that added during my vacation.

  I spot Gloria sitting at her desk now.

  She swiftly stands and scurries into my office behind me.

  “Mr. Masters, I am so sorry that I wasn’t here earlier,” she pleads, her face scrunched with worry. “I apologize. I need this job. I know that if I work here, I have to put my duties first. I am so, so, so sorry. Please don’t fire me.”

  I turn to face the older woman. I had never paid much attention to her looks, but I imagine that in her younger days, she could have been a head turner. She is younger than my father, but a lot older than me. Efficient, courteous, kind, smart. Why does she look so worried that I would fire her? She has been the best assistant that I’ve ever had.

  “I don’t know what to say.” I watch the woman’s face. She looks near tears. Am I really that bad? I demand the best from my staff, but does she really believe I would be angry enough to fire her over one incident? She wasn’t even late; she was just usually always early.

  “Don’t fire me. Say that I can keep my job.”

  “What happened this morning?” I ask, genuinely interested in what caused her to be late. I can’t say that I know anything about the woman. Only that she’s not married, at least she doesn’t wear a wedding ring.

  Her faced twists from a look of worry to confusion as I lean against my desk.

  “Well,” she starts hesitantly. “My oldest daughter is on drugs, pretty bad,” she sighs. “She disappeared about a month ago and a hotel manager found her baby all alone in the room she was renting without anyone else. He’s only three. Thank the Lord there was a box of cereal in the room.”

  “When did all of this happen?” I ask, horrified at the thought of a baby trying to survive all alone without a mother and no help. I can’t comprehend how Gloria had this all bottled in and worked every day, emotionless, as though nothing was wrong. I know what it is like to have a family member not be in their right mind. The worry that comes along with that. I had been in contact with her constantly concerning the business and I couldn’t tell that a thing was wrong.

  “I figured something was going wrong when she stopped calling or coming by. Her apartment was empty when I went to search for her. I was contacted by child protective services a few days ago, and I picked up my grandson last night,” she confides. “I’m still trying to find daycare. I need to get him clothes, Pampers. I have a neighbor watching him today. I’m a single woman. I raised three kids on my own, and now I’m an old woman with a new baby.”

  I nod, thinking about how my other half would handle this.

  “I know that I may have been a little tough in the past,” I offer to Gloria as a semblance of an apology. “But you don’t have to worry about your job. Your family comes first. They are what matter. Take today and tomorrow to get your grandson situated. Paid time of course.”

  The look of glee that fills her face pleases me. It feels kind of good.

  “Thank you. This will help so much.”

  “No problem. Thank you for your loyalty,” I tell her. “Find him a good place. I’ll provide you with a stipend for the first year of childcare.”

  Tears stream from her eyes as she runs to hug me.

  “Thank you. I promise I’ll get him settled and be back,” she gushes.

  I am not sure how to respond.

  “Okay,” I mutter.

  “No matter what they say, you’re a good guy,” she says, rushing off from the office.

  Well damn, what did my staff say about me?

  The rest of the day is uneventful, a little difficult without my assistant, but manageable all the same. Thoughts of Ayron trying to spend money carelessly pervade my brain, and I laugh. I can’t wait to see what she bought when I get home.

  21

  Ayron

  At first it was a little weird driving such a smooth and expensive car. The sound system blew me away. Beyoncé will be played in this car, ASAP, then I can really have a jam session. Even with just the radio on, I feel like I am at a concert.

  I decide to take Devlin up on his offer to spend money on myself. Why not? I need something to wear for the Rhonda Raven show. Who knows what happened to my wardrobe in the fire—and this man has a truck load of money. I can’t even
count all of the money that he had stacked neatly and packed away in his closet. That was basically his shoebox money. I can’t even imagine what he has in his safe. Today I am taking care of me, and it feels good. Mo had been suggesting that I get a money man for a long time, and now I can see why. The carefree feeling of knowing that finances are taken care of is liberating. If only for a little bit, I can live without worry.

  The thought of Devlin diminished to the title of benefactor bothers me, though. He is more than that to me. He is my friend. We have fun together. He is a damn good lover and supporter. All he wants to do is take care of me. Shit, I’m stupid. He was all that I wanted and needed from Lance. When his snobby ex-girlfriend tried to degrade me, he shut her down, real quick. When things fell apart in my life, when I fell apart, he didn’t run and hide, he held me. Could this rich and gorgeous man possibly love me?

  I traipse through the mall on the good side of town with my head held high. For the first time, I don’t pay attention to price tags. I just buy what feels good, whatever I like. Clothes, shoes, accessories. I get a professional waxing. Probably will be the last time I ever say the word Brazilian in my life after that experience. Who does that shit for fun? I find a lingerie store and pick up a few “thank you” pieces, and head home. Home? I head to Devlin’s home with a smile. I’ll work on finding my spot soon, but for now, Devlin’s can be like a vacation.

  After a lingering soak in the huge, jetted garden tub, I dress and head to spend the afternoon with Agnes. My townhome had been a total loss according to the property manager. The fire department will not allow anyone in yet to retrieve things. He said some other words about it being structurally unsound and that the investigation may take another week. I just hope that I can salvage at least one of my grandmother’s quilts. I don’t really want to stop driving the Porsche, but at some point I will have to pick up my own car that I left parked near the complex. At some point, I will have to return to my lonely life. Playtime will be over.

  Agnes is asleep when I arrive, so I just sit next to her. It saddens me to see her lively self in such a constricted state. Life may be fragile, but it is definitely for the living, and sitting on the shelf, like I had been, in a constant state of worry, isn’t living. When it’s my time to leave this earth, there should be no regrets. Enjoy it while you have it is what I would advise anyone else. Hell, it’s what Ms. Agnes had been shouting at me for years.

  My ringing phone startles both myself and Agnes.

  She smiles, opening her eyes.

  “Hey, babe. Where are you?” Devlin’s deep voice slides through loud and clear and sends tingles through me.

  Before, I had been scared to let him in, to tell him about my life, because I worried that my weakness would make him want to leave. It’s time to move past that.

  “I’m sitting with Agnes,” I tell him.

  “I was just checking on you. I’m still at the office, but I’ll be home about five or so.”

  “Cool. I’ll be there by then.”

  “Take your time, sweetie. See you tonight.”

  “All right. See you later. Love you,” I blurt out mindlessly. I didn’t mean to say that, but it felt right, came out so naturally. I hang up before I can hear how appalled he is or if he rejects me or anything, really.

  Agnes lets out a grumbly laugh.

  It’s good to see her smile.

  “Love conquers,” she says placing a “U” over her heart to make our signal that we use when we part.

  I smile, too, because he was obviously thinking of me.

  I make it to Devlin’s home about an hour before him and get dinner started. I clean myself up, change clothes, since I bought a lot of them, and pop a pie in the oven all before he walks through the back door. Domestic shit. Check. Sexy for my man. Check.

  “Hey,” he grins, entering the kitchen.

  I feel a little weird after my phone confession, but hopefully he’ll ignore it, forget it, never ever mention it.

  “How was your day?” I ask.

  Dropping his keys on the counter and slipping out of his shoes, he moves to embrace me.

  I fall between his arms, sinking into the warm pleasure of his body.

  “It went well,” he says, placing his jacket and tie on the counter and stepping over to peep in the oven. “Then I found out that someone is in love with me.”

  Well damn. He turns to watch my expression, and my body heats with embarrassment. My nails become intriguing as I flick them between each other. I can’t stand to see his handsome face shoot me down. Not today. Not after I had enjoyed it so much.

  “Devlin. When I said that, I—”

  He kisses away the rest of my explanation.

  His hungry mouth presses against mine like I am a four-course meal. I feel like cotton candy in the rain as his hands move everywhere, all at once it seems.

  In seconds, my clothes are on the floor next to his.

  He sprawls my legs apart, steadying me against the island counter before jamming his hard length into me in a frenzy of frantic thrusts.

  “I needed this,” he moans into my ear. “Needed you.”

  The smell of his cologne, his brawny dick filling me up from the inside, and his pumping body, push me to the edge.

  “Yes.”

  “Say it,” he mutters against my earlobe.

  I clamp onto his shoulders as we hammer against each other without restraint. Who knew life could be this good? Certainly not me.

  “Say it,” he grunts as he volleys his body against me, and I have no choice. His relentless thrusts leave me without much choice.

  Emotion builds and heightens with each movement of his swelling muscle housed inside me.

  “I love you, Devlin. I love you. Damn, I love you,” I nearly sing, all of my senses obliterated as though I had been shattered into tiny pieces and then rewound back together.

  A guttural groan rises from his throat as he pierces his hot flesh into me.

  “That’s right, come for me, baby,” he grunts, pumping impossibly harder and faster. “You feel so good. So fucking beautiful.”

  He overtakes my mouth for a wild, unruly kiss and clamps onto my waist.

  I just hold on, lost somewhere in a space of rainbow-feelings pounding through me.

  “I love you, Ayron,” he growls. “Fuck, I love you,” he groans with one last heightened push into me.

  His head falls against my exposed breast. “I swear to you that I love you,” he pants into my chest. “And I want every day to be this way. Stay with me.”

  He kisses me before moving away.

  “I’m going to get cleaned up,” he states, still sounding breathless.

  I smile. The feeling of being loved by Devlin makes me feel at the top of the world.

  I throw on my shirt and underwear on wobbly legs, wash my hands in the sink, and pull my pie out of the oven.

  I don’t know what to think or say.

  Isn’t there a saying about milk and cows, and the order in which they are bought, or the price? He has my brain all messed up.

  Devlin returns to the kitchen a few minutes later in a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt, and I haven’t moved from the counter.

  He slaps my ass before kissing my cheek and heading over to the pie.

  “Get out of my pie,” I fuss playfully, snapping out of the thoughtful trance he had left me in.

  “I can’t have your pie?” he teases with that naughty smile, tasting it anyway.

  I roll my eyes at him.

  “They’ll get stuck that way,” he says, taking another bite.

  “Whatever. Do you like it?” I ask.

  “It’s all right. Your first one was sweeter.”

  “I was sadder.”

  “I know. This one is better.”

  He moves toward me, and I see uncertainty in his eyes.

  Devlin pulls a small silver object from his pocket.

  He clears his throat.

  “I know that we have a long way to go, and I
’m not an easy man to love, but since you’ve become a part of my life, everything seems brighter, better.”

  He slides the silver ring onto my pinky finger, and I burst into hysterical laughter.

  The ring looks as though it came from a Florida beach gift shop. The center of it looks like a clear mood ring, but inside there is a 3-D blue-and-yellow Angelfish.

  “Stay with me. Be my Angelfish. We can become better together, grow together, take a lifetime to learn one another.”

  The tears start before my words can.

  He pulls me close to him and rocks me.

  “I need an answer, babe,” he says gently.

  Sniffling, I meet his gaze.

  “You really love a girl like me?”

  “Forever.” He motions his hand vertically and then horizontally over the left side of his chest. “Cross my heart.”

  “Yes. I’ll stay. I love you so much.”

  22

  Ayron-Three Months Later

  The Gladys Masters Center for Employee Support, housed in the Masters in Style headquarters, had been operational for one month. Over dinner one night, Devlin and I had developed an idea to provide a daycare for employee children, classrooms for continuing education courses, and a therapist for emotional support, free of charge. I’m not sure if he asked me to help oversee the development of the project because he liked to take me as his lunch break or if he really valued my opinion—either way, it made me happy. Devlin had given me carte blanche to redesign a wing of six offices into an area to improve employee relations after he took over as president of the company.

  “Monique is here,” my new assistant Leslie rings in over the intercom. I’d caught her making moon eyes at the additional psychiatrist, Dr. Brian Jamal Stephens, I’d hired.

  I’m glad that Devlin let me add Dr. Stephens. Once I explained how much time the project would take and all of the nights I would have to work away from home to get things done, he was more than happy to sign on the money line. Devlin just makes impromptu visits and always uses an extra-manly voice when Brian is around. His jealousy is cute, but unnecessary. Brian has a thing for Monique, and Monique still hasn’t forgiven him for what he did to her in college.