by Ted Evans
Back in high school, she was the independent one. The one that I said was getting in the way of my game. She was supposed to say that things could work and that she loved me. She never did. She just kissed me on the cheek and wished me luck.
Just like that.
That was when I knew that I had to get out of the relationship. She didn’t think about me the same way that I thought about her. That was evident.
I’d spent the last four years hoping that she’d change her mind, but she never did.
I loved Nia back then, and I still feel the same way about her now. It’s as if she hasn’t aged at all. The same long blonde hair, perfectly cut and her hips, shit they used to grind me all night, and I never wanted her to stop. Now she’s just like a fine wine. Matured and in control.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” She blurted out as soon as she saw my face.
“I came to join the club. Single parent’s club.”
She shook her head vigorously.
“Hi. Hunter, how are you? Long time no see.” That was the greeting I was expecting; not the unwelcome one that I received.
“It’s a single mom’s club. No men allowed!”
“I didn’t see the flyer saying only women. In fact, that’s sexist. I could sue you for discrimination.”
She waved a finger at me; the one that I’d loved to suck and says, “Look if this is some game…”
But then she was cut short by this slim little Hispanic woman who had lust written all over her face. “He’s right. It doesn’t say, ‘single moms.’ It says, ‘single parents.’ Hi, my name’s…” she was just about to introduce herself, but Nia cuts her short. She was mad and fucking crazy.
How did I know?
Because she was waving her finger and tapping her left foot at the same time. Damn, some things never changed. That was the same thing that she used to do back in high school.
“We couldn’t discriminate, but it was clear from the word go, that this club was only for single moms.”
I brushed past her, trying to get through the damn door. “Ladies, do you mind if I join?”
There was a wave of silence and then a chorus of, “No.”
Before they could even finish telling me all the reasons that I can stay, and even join, Nia was at it again.
“I’m the founder of this club. The owner. The one that does the memberships and I say no.”
The Hispanic lady moved to my side and got so close that she could easily be a second skin.
“Well, this is a democratic society, and I think that you're a bit sexist. We could do with some fresh blood.”
I wondered if she means for the club or bedroom?
Either way, I was in, and there was nothing she could do about it. The victory is mine for the taking.
“Besides at my daughter’s school, there’s some single dads in there too. I could ask them to join. You know, to make up the numbers,” I’m addressing the question to the crowd, and I can tell that it’s working well.
“You guys sound as if you know each other. Why would you turn your friend away?” a brunette stood up and her question was directed at Nia.
Nia ignored her question, which was weird because she always had an answer for everything. Maybe she’d changed, just a little bit.
The crowd cheered and encouraged me to invite some of my single-dad friends. I smiled and used my charm, which I knew worked every single time. Because, as usual, I got exactly what I wanted. There was just one problem, I had no single-dad friends, but I knew tomorrow at the school gates, I would find them. How hard could it be?
“Don’t even think this means that you have a chance with me again! We’re over. You got it?”
I nodded slyly because she misunderstood. I’m not joining to be part of the group.
I was joining to be more than her friend.
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Quarterback’s Baby
About Quarterback’s Baby…
What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas which would be great, if I wasn’t carrying the Quarterback’s baby!
Sebastian Blake is my best friend’s little brother. He used to be the skinny kid who hid behind glasses and braces. Now, he’s all grown up, and one of the leading quarterbacks for the Giants.
As a sports physician, it’s my job to make sure that Sebastian is in peak condition to play next season, but he’s had one injury after another and has fallen into depression. When I arrive at his door, he doesn’t know who I am, thinking his friends sent him a ‘surprise’ to cheer him up.
And now, somehow, I’ve found myself doing home visits and getting on a plane with his team to head to Vegas.
They say, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
That would be true if, after Vegas, I hadn’t found out that I was carrying his baby…
Author’s Note:
Quarterback's baby is steamy with enough sexiness for you to enjoy this novel. It's the whole box-set in this special edition of the Friends to Lovers series.
Have no fear; there’s no cheating in the book!
It has the same content as Falling for My Best Friend’s Brother, just with a little makeover.
Chapter One
Sebastian
“Guys, I’m not in the mood to party!”
I sounded like my mom: always whining and complaining, but the guys weren’t listening. I wasn’t in a party mood for real. I hadn’t played ten games in the last season and the way I was feeling, I didn’t know if I would play again.
I was going to be one of those quarterbacks that retired early. Shit, I was only twenty-eight, yet I felt like an old man. Too scared to run, pass, or do anything in case something else snapped. The guys were acting nice about it. Telling me to get a grip and that it was all about the game, but I was so fucking scared of doing anything, including sex!
“You need to get back out there. What happened to Casanova Sebastian?” Mason said as he passed me another beer.
He fucking died when I spent more time watching the game than actually being part of the action.
I took a swig of the beer, I had kept telling him I didn’t want and would end up drinking all the same. As they say, actions speak louder than words, and I may have been saying no but that didn’t stop me from drinking it. He sat down on the deck next to me while the rest of the guys: Paul, Kent, Lucy, and Mia were partying in my pool.
The music was way too loud, they were drinking too much, and it was still early. It wasn’t even dark yet. I was sure that by the time night fell, one of my neighbors would be banging on the door complaining about the noise and shit.
“Yeah man I would if I could. Watch out Kent, you nearly slipped!” I pointed out as he ran by the side of the pool. That was all I needed: one of them to be injured and out of the season. Coach Thomas had already warned them like he did every year to take it easy out of season. Last year, just at the start of the season they were hardly any fullbacks, running backs or quarterbacks. We were all injured one way or another as soon as we finished the first game.
The guys were on a high. They had nearly made it to the Super Bowl, and I wasn’t part of it. They were happy to have gotten so far in the game, but I just ended up sitting watching them like a frigging chump. There’s nothing worse than being part of a team and never getting to play. Since 2013, I’ve had one injury after another. I know that it won’t be long until that’s it, I’ll have to go into early retirement. The game’s got a lot more competitive. Guys are bumping and thumping us as if we’re boxing bags, just to get a win.
“You can’t give up man; I won’t let you,” Kent screamed over as he grabbed his cheerleading girlfriend, Mia. He had a lot to be happy about. Not only was Mia hot, but she was like the Auntie of the cheers. Mia kept them all in line and always had time f
or everyone, especially her leading man, Kent. They knew each other from high school. Most guys cheated on their girlfriends or got bored as soon as they hit the big time, but not Kent. He had stayed true to her and even though I didn’t understand the whole relationship thing, I found it kind of neat.
“Yeah, yeah,” I sighed as I sipped on the cool beer, thinking that I needed something stronger just to match their energy levels. It was the end of the season and they were taking a break. Mine had started months ago, after I’d had surgery on my back. As soon as I started physiotherapy I felt as if the problem with my transverse had come back to haunt me, as my knee was giving way when I headed back to the gym. I hadn’t told a soul; I just made out that my back hadn’t completely healed. Maybe Mason was right, and it was all in my mind. So far the doc hadn’t found anything wrong, but I just didn’t feel the same.
“Take a swig of this,” Kent said as he handed me his flask. Shit, he only had his trunks on, but he’d managed to grab a flask out of nowhere.
“Errh, where the fuck had you been keeping that?”
He ignored me and headed back into the pool. It had been a while since I’d touched gin, because my cabinet was like a fucking pharmacy. I had so many damn painkillers and meds in there with the warning, “Not to be taken with alcohol,” that I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a drink. Even when I came off them, I steered clear of drinking just in case I had a relapse and I had to restart my meds.
I started to think positive thoughts as the burning sensation of the gin passed and happiness took over. Before I knew it, I was jumping in the pool waiting for my other surprise. Mason had said that tonight would entail a few friends and a surprise.
Mason, if anything, was predictable. I knew that by surprise he meant a stripper!
I took a few laps and splashed around joining in the party. The other girls must have had a little too much to drink, because they lost their bikini top as the night progressed. Someone entered from the back of the house.
I saw her in heels walking toward the pool as if she owned the fucking place. She had a Giants baseball cap and a tight black dress with buttons right down the center, that made me just want to pop them open and reveal what was underneath. I could tell her body was hot. That dress was so fucking tight.
Shit, she had curves that all the cheers couldn’t compete with.
Hips like J-Lo.
Breasts like Beyoncé.
And fucking lips that made me want her on her knees sucking my cock until next season.
I couldn’t see her eyes, just a few strands of hair that were loosely hanging from the cap.
She made everyone pay attention as soon as she shouted my name.
Mason didn’t just get me a surprise; he gave me a fucking treat of the century. I shouted at the top of my lungs, “Girl just get over here and get naked!”
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