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Chapter One
Trent
“Let’s just face facts, Alfred,” I growled as we drove. “We’re never gonna find a girl who can fix me.”
“Relax, Baron,” Alfred smiled. “We’ve just got to find you the right gal to straighten you out.”
“The right gal?” I groaned as I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, feeling the knots in my back. “She doesn’t exist.”
“What kind of an attitude is that?” Alfred asked. “What would your poor mom and dad think if they heard you talking that way?”
“You’re gonna invoke the spirit of my dead parents, Al?” I smirked. “That’s a low blow.”
My folks died in a car crash when I was a junior in college and never got to see me make it to the NFL. I thought I wasn’t going to be able to go on and make it without my pops pushing me and my mom cheering me on, but I kept my head down, focused on my game, and when the draft came, I was first pick for New England.
“Well then keep an open mind, would you?” he smiled back. “We’ve got one more spot to check out.”
“Okay, Alfred. But if she doesn’t end up being God’s gift to man, or my back, I’m gonna say I told you so.”
Alfred just kept smiling as he drove. He’d been with me a long time, since I started in the NFL and got my first paycheck and had enough money to hire a driver, but he was a lot more to me than a driver. He was like Bruce Wayne’s Alfred: a driver, an assistant, a bit of a manager, and just an all-around great guy that I trusted with my life.
As far as girls were concerned, I saw a lot of guys on the team who could have been great end up washing out due to girl problems. Whether it was too many girls or one insane relationship, I saw a lot of great guys end up back at home without a future.
But not me.
Freshman and sophomore year I didn’t party, didn’t date. I just worked hard. And then junior year I let myself get into a relationship with a sorority girl named Karen.
Big mistake.
It became pretty obvious that she was only after me because I played football and she saw a big payday coming. She figured she could hitch her wagon to me and end up living the good life once I went pro.
It became more obvious when my parents died. She could comfort me for ten minutes, but then went out with the girls almost every night of the week. I broke it off and had been single ever since.
At twenty-nine, I wanted a championship, a good woman, and a loving home. I wasn’t interested in putting in half-efforts during the games, going out, getting hammered, and messing around with a bunch of girls who were only after me because of who I was.
I wanted a real woman, someone who loved me for who I was and who I could treat like a princess for the rest of our lives. But after being in the NFL for seven years, I’d been slowly coming to the realization that women like that simply didn’t exist anymore…
…if they ever did.
The tiny massage office came into view as Alfred pulled off the main road. It was a simple building that looked like a small house and he parked in front. A sparkling sign in bright cursive read:
HEAVENLY MASSAGE PARLOR
“Seriously, Alfred?” I scoffed. “This place?”
“Trust me, Baron,” he replied. “I’ve heard great things.”
A set of chimes rang as we pushed the door open and a blue-haired guy sitting behind the desk almost jumped out of his skin as we entered.
“Hello,” Alfred said. “This is Trent. He has an appointment with Kylie?”
“Yes, of course!” the man replied. “Kylie is ready for you. Why don’t you just come with me?”
“Enjoy yourself,” Alfred said as I made my way down the hall, following the blue-topped man, sure that this was a waste of time.
I’d seen five masseuses today in my search for a new girl. My last girl, Devaney, was incredible with her hands and knew how to get my knots out. Unfortunately, she was also selling my things as memorabilia and tipping paparazzi off to my location for a kickback on the money they made from the photos they took of me.
