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I cross my arms over my chest. “It’s not the full story either.”
“The media won’t care. All they will talk about is the up-and-coming rookie who’s a hothead with a record. Good luck making it big after that.”
I was hot-headed, but I didn’t have a record. That’s where he’s wrong. Since I was under eighteen, I wasn’t charged and got let off with community service and anger management classes instead. There was nothing there, yet the fear of him exposing this to the press has my chest feeling tight with pressure.
“What do you want, Travis?”
His smile is saccharine. “Nothing, for now.” Then he walks past me into the bathroom.
I hate that he’s rattling me. If he tells the media about my past, who’s to say they won’t believe it? What happens then? I won’t get drafted because no team will want to sign the hotheaded kid who almost got charged with assault.
It doesn’t matter that I don’t have a record. They’ll focus on what did happen.
That after a high school baseball game I got into it with the other team’s pitcher. We were all at an after-party at someone’s house when I saw him trying to corner Theo’s sister. She kept saying no, and he pushed forward anyway. Theo wasn’t there, so I did what needed to be done.
I didn’t mean to break his arm. It was an accident, but that fucker deserved it nonetheless.
On top of that, Travis has a suspicion about my relationship with Camille. He has no solid proof, so I’m not going to worry about it for now, but it’s a reminder that we need to be careful. Especially if he’s gunning for something to pin me with.
But if he even tries to fuck with Camille’s career or anything that has to do with her, I will gladly break his arm too.
But this time, it won’t be an accident.
Chapter Twenty
Camille
One week has passed since that weekend in New Mexico, a weekend I won’t be able to forget. I don’t think the connections I made with Ryker will ever be broken. I was not only able to share with him my secrets, but also a side I haven’t been able to share with anyone else in years.
The dominant, confident, and sexy side.
God, it’s been years since a man touched me like that. Actually, scratch that. No man has ever touched me the way Ryker did, making it a new experience in and of itself.
Every brush of his lips against mine made my chest ache. Every caress of his rough hands across my skin made me shiver, and every time his mouth connected with my pussy, I saw stars. I don’t know if it’s because I was raised as a royal, with the mindset that I have the power, but I’ve always been this way sexually.
Unabashed and in control, knowing exactly what I want and not being afraid to ask for it.
That night after dinner, we went back to Ryker’s room, and while I was anticipating more happening, Ryker and I stayed up late, talking about anything and everything while a Disney movie played in the background.
We decided to stray away from our childhoods, neither of us wanting to go down that solemn path, and instead, the topics stayed light and playful. Well, mostly I was playful and spent the majority of the night trying to make Ryker laugh. Every time I succeeded, I felt like I was on top of the world.
I feel the same way now as practice comes to a close because Ryker promised to teach me how to hit a baseball after. The team is slowly trickling out as Ryker walks to home plate and dumps a black duffel bag on top of it, causing red dirt to swirl in the air.
He takes out a baseball tee, along with a bat that looks like it’s made for children.
“Going back to the basics there, Ryker?” Cuddy calls out as he slows his jog down to a stop between Ryker and me.
“Shut up.” Ryker shakes his head, not taking his focus off his task.
Cuddy turns to face me then, his eyes lighting up. “Is this for you?”
My eyebrow arches from intrigue. “Apparently so. I’ve never swung a bat before.”
“I can stay and help,” Cuddy offers, but Ryker cuts in.
“We don’t need your help,” Ryker says bluntly as he stands.
“Oh, I get it now. You wanna wrap your arms around her, press your body ag—”
