morality and behavioral clauses in contracts, no team will risk a fine for a player who refuses to put the team first…”
My fingers tightened on Leah. A photo from the championship game appeared on the screen—the confetti dropping over the podium as quarterback Tim Morgan hoisted the trophy that should have been mine.
“ Morgan’s got a solid head on his shoulders, and he should be expecting a significant bonus and extension to his contract .”
Bullshit. Tim Morgan had more whores in his closet than skeletons. No way that bastard was the pretty boy favorite now?
The picture changed. He held the trophy and his year old daughter on the podium. Christ only knew who he knocked up, but there he was. Brandishing the kid. Changing hearts and minds.
The press loved the baby more than the trophy.
“ …This new father really turned his life around and made strides to mature and represent his team…”
What the hell did being a father have to do with being a good quarterback?
Fucking nothing .
But they coo’ed over the goddamned baby pictures as if the kid were the starting quarterback instead of Tim.
The idea crashed into my head, so sudden and fucking perfect I dropped Leah on the couch only to turn the volume up.
“Jack?” Leah straightened her skirt, confused.
I didn’t take my eyes from the TV, my grin growing by the second.
“I just solved our PR problem, Kiss.”
“You did?”
“I know exactly how to win over the league.”
She sat up straighter, glancing from me to the TV. “How?”
“I wanna make a baby.”
Chapter Seven – Leah
Make a baby?
What in the ever-loving—
“Are you out of your mind?” I yanked my skirt down, covering a part of me way too exposed to Horny McKnockup. “You want to make …you don’t make a baby. You have babies!”
“Don’t get greedy, Kiss. I only need one.”
I bolted off the couch. He had a raging hard-on and an idiotic idea. It was the Jack Carson Trouble-Maker special, and I hadn’t ordered any of it.
“You want to have a baby ?”
“Look at him!” He pointed to the television, gesturing to a very smug and attractive looking man I recognized only once they showed him in uniform. “That is Tim Morgan. He’s a cocksucking son of a bitch. If the earth had an asshole, he’s it, walking around, pretending he’s God’s gift to the league. That bastard has taken every drug on the market, fucked every whore on the gulf coast, and threw his bowl game in college because he had money riding on it.”
“How do you know?” I asked.
Jack snorted. “We used to be friends.”
“I’m not surprised.”
“Tim knocked some girl up two seasons ago, and now that asshole is on every cereal box and video game. He didn’t change a damn thing about himself. Just holds up that kid and people think he’s the second coming. The baby changed his image. Everyone forgot the bullshit, and now they praise him for being a great father .”
“You think having a baby changed his image?”
“Yeah, I do. And it worked .” Jack set his jaw. That sexy determination infected him with the worst ideas ever. “I need to have a baby.”
“Wanting to change your image is no reason to have a child .”
“Why not? I like kids.”
“Oh, my God.” My legs were still wobbling from the most amazing orgasm of my life. “Are you serious right now?”
“Uh-oh. If you don’t like that idea, you’re gonna hate the next...”
Jack raised his eyebrows. His gaze was positively lecherous.
I knew exactly what he wanted.
I pointed a finger at him but regretted not flipping the one he deserved. “Absolutely not.”
“Come on.”
“Oh, yeah. That’s a convincing argument.” I stared him down, but the dashing blues were entirely too excited for this conversation. “Might as well just beg me because all the cool football players are doing it .”
“Hear me out—”
“Jack, I’m not having a baby with you!”
“Look, we’re already playing the
My fingers tightened on Leah. A photo from the championship game appeared on the screen—the confetti dropping over the podium as quarterback Tim Morgan hoisted the trophy that should have been mine.
“ Morgan’s got a solid head on his shoulders, and he should be expecting a significant bonus and extension to his contract .”
Bullshit. Tim Morgan had more whores in his closet than skeletons. No way that bastard was the pretty boy favorite now?
The picture changed. He held the trophy and his year old daughter on the podium. Christ only knew who he knocked up, but there he was. Brandishing the kid. Changing hearts and minds.
The press loved the baby more than the trophy.
“ …This new father really turned his life around and made strides to mature and represent his team…”
What the hell did being a father have to do with being a good quarterback?
Fucking nothing .
But they coo’ed over the goddamned baby pictures as if the kid were the starting quarterback instead of Tim.
The idea crashed into my head, so sudden and fucking perfect I dropped Leah on the couch only to turn the volume up.
“Jack?” Leah straightened her skirt, confused.
I didn’t take my eyes from the TV, my grin growing by the second.
“I just solved our PR problem, Kiss.”
“You did?”
“I know exactly how to win over the league.”
She sat up straighter, glancing from me to the TV. “How?”
“I wanna make a baby.”
Chapter Seven – Leah
Make a baby?
What in the ever-loving—
“Are you out of your mind?” I yanked my skirt down, covering a part of me way too exposed to Horny McKnockup. “You want to make …you don’t make a baby. You have babies!”
“Don’t get greedy, Kiss. I only need one.”
I bolted off the couch. He had a raging hard-on and an idiotic idea. It was the Jack Carson Trouble-Maker special, and I hadn’t ordered any of it.
“You want to have a baby ?”
“Look at him!” He pointed to the television, gesturing to a very smug and attractive looking man I recognized only once they showed him in uniform. “That is Tim Morgan. He’s a cocksucking son of a bitch. If the earth had an asshole, he’s it, walking around, pretending he’s God’s gift to the league. That bastard has taken every drug on the market, fucked every whore on the gulf coast, and threw his bowl game in college because he had money riding on it.”
“How do you know?” I asked.
Jack snorted. “We used to be friends.”
“I’m not surprised.”
“Tim knocked some girl up two seasons ago, and now that asshole is on every cereal box and video game. He didn’t change a damn thing about himself. Just holds up that kid and people think he’s the second coming. The baby changed his image. Everyone forgot the bullshit, and now they praise him for being a great father .”
“You think having a baby changed his image?”
“Yeah, I do. And it worked .” Jack set his jaw. That sexy determination infected him with the worst ideas ever. “I need to have a baby.”
“Wanting to change your image is no reason to have a child .”
“Why not? I like kids.”
“Oh, my God.” My legs were still wobbling from the most amazing orgasm of my life. “Are you serious right now?”
“Uh-oh. If you don’t like that idea, you’re gonna hate the next...”
Jack raised his eyebrows. His gaze was positively lecherous.
I knew exactly what he wanted.
I pointed a finger at him but regretted not flipping the one he deserved. “Absolutely not.”
“Come on.”
“Oh, yeah. That’s a convincing argument.” I stared him down, but the dashing blues were entirely too excited for this conversation. “Might as well just beg me because all the cool football players are doing it .”
“Hear me out—”
“Jack, I’m not having a baby with you!”
“Look, we’re already playing the
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