Foreign Love (An International Sports Romance) (Love in Shades) by Cassie-Ann L. Miller Page B
Authors: Cassie-Ann L. Miller
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on the table before he slides my panties down my legs, dropping them in a heap on the floor. I watch as he unbuttons his pants and pushes them, together with his boxers, down his legs.
He slides into me, raw. No barriers between us physically although there’s a fortress around my heart this time.
He finds his rhythm easily. He’s known my body completely since day one. He whispers soft, pleading words against my skin but I shake them all away.
But one declaration stays etched into my brain. “I’ve never loved any woman the way that I love you.”
Chapter 33
Julia
I can’t talk to Willow right now. I can’t even look at her. I actually think I might hate her.
I gave zero fucks as I slammed the cab door in her face, leaving her stranded outside of the physiotherapist’s office on the corner of Broadway and St. Morris.
Well, she wasn’t actually stranded since her apartment is only about seven blocks away, but you know what I mean.
I’m furious at her for cornering me into meeting with Lucien today.
And I’m furious at Lucien for showing up unannounced, all rugged and gorgeous and panty-meltingly French.
I can’t believe I fucked him today… so I guess I’m furious at me, too.
I pull out my phone and open my CheekyChat app. I drum my fingers against my bandaged knee waiting for Mackenzie to answer as the cabdriver swerves through traffic so recklessly you’d think that he was shooting a high-speed chase for a Jason Bourne film.
“Julia Lynn Lockhart!” Mackenzie answers, her avatar sporting furrowed brows and a deep frown. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I’m guessing that Willow called you?” I say rolling my eyes.
“What the fuck would possess you to storm out of the physiotherapist’s office the way you did? The man crossed the freaking Atlantic Ocean just to talk to you days before he’s set to play in the Olympic Games and you storm out on him?”
Wait…Huh?
“What do you mean he’s set to play in the Olympic Games?” My heart picks up speed in my chest.
Mackenzie shakes her head. “You didn’t even know that he was confirmed to play in the Games, did you?”
My mouth hangs open.
“Well maybe if you had stayed and talked to him instead of fucking him and then darting out of the place like a bat out of hell, he would have told you,” she snarls.
I look up at the rearview mirror just in time to see the cabdriver give me an incredulous look as he shakes his head in disgust.
Focus on the road, mister. The way he’s driving, it’s a miracle that we’ve made it so far without sideswiping a delivery truck or bulldozing a pedestrian.
I pout. “He kept secrets from me,” I say bitterly.
Mackenzie rolls her eyes, clearly unmoved by my excuse. “Christ, Julia! He didn’t tell you about his crazy ex. You act like he had dead bodies buried under the floor boards or something.”
“You just don’t understand, Mac,” I whine, silently begging her to take my side.
Instead she raises an eyebrow at me. “Julia, you know my romantic history better than anyone. When it comes to crazy exes and their crazy antics, I completely understand…I’m just saying that if you love the guy – and I’m pretty sure that you love the guy – you’ll give him the benefit of the doubt. And just for the record, a man doesn’t take a nine-hour flight across the Atlantic just days before the biggest event of his life for a woman who means nothing to him. He loves you, too, Jules.”
The cabdriver quirks an eyebrow, glancing at me in the mirror. He wears a look of disapproval on his face.
Goddamnit – even the taxi driver is disappointed in me.
I swallow a thick lump in my throat as Mackenzie’s words sink in. “Oh god…” I mutter. She’s right. She’s fucking right. “Oh shit, oh shit.” I’m about to hyperventilate.
Mackenzie clears her
He slides into me, raw. No barriers between us physically although there’s a fortress around my heart this time.
He finds his rhythm easily. He’s known my body completely since day one. He whispers soft, pleading words against my skin but I shake them all away.
But one declaration stays etched into my brain. “I’ve never loved any woman the way that I love you.”
Chapter 33
Julia
I can’t talk to Willow right now. I can’t even look at her. I actually think I might hate her.
I gave zero fucks as I slammed the cab door in her face, leaving her stranded outside of the physiotherapist’s office on the corner of Broadway and St. Morris.
Well, she wasn’t actually stranded since her apartment is only about seven blocks away, but you know what I mean.
I’m furious at her for cornering me into meeting with Lucien today.
And I’m furious at Lucien for showing up unannounced, all rugged and gorgeous and panty-meltingly French.
I can’t believe I fucked him today… so I guess I’m furious at me, too.
I pull out my phone and open my CheekyChat app. I drum my fingers against my bandaged knee waiting for Mackenzie to answer as the cabdriver swerves through traffic so recklessly you’d think that he was shooting a high-speed chase for a Jason Bourne film.
“Julia Lynn Lockhart!” Mackenzie answers, her avatar sporting furrowed brows and a deep frown. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I’m guessing that Willow called you?” I say rolling my eyes.
“What the fuck would possess you to storm out of the physiotherapist’s office the way you did? The man crossed the freaking Atlantic Ocean just to talk to you days before he’s set to play in the Olympic Games and you storm out on him?”
Wait…Huh?
“What do you mean he’s set to play in the Olympic Games?” My heart picks up speed in my chest.
Mackenzie shakes her head. “You didn’t even know that he was confirmed to play in the Games, did you?”
My mouth hangs open.
“Well maybe if you had stayed and talked to him instead of fucking him and then darting out of the place like a bat out of hell, he would have told you,” she snarls.
I look up at the rearview mirror just in time to see the cabdriver give me an incredulous look as he shakes his head in disgust.
Focus on the road, mister. The way he’s driving, it’s a miracle that we’ve made it so far without sideswiping a delivery truck or bulldozing a pedestrian.
I pout. “He kept secrets from me,” I say bitterly.
Mackenzie rolls her eyes, clearly unmoved by my excuse. “Christ, Julia! He didn’t tell you about his crazy ex. You act like he had dead bodies buried under the floor boards or something.”
“You just don’t understand, Mac,” I whine, silently begging her to take my side.
Instead she raises an eyebrow at me. “Julia, you know my romantic history better than anyone. When it comes to crazy exes and their crazy antics, I completely understand…I’m just saying that if you love the guy – and I’m pretty sure that you love the guy – you’ll give him the benefit of the doubt. And just for the record, a man doesn’t take a nine-hour flight across the Atlantic just days before the biggest event of his life for a woman who means nothing to him. He loves you, too, Jules.”
The cabdriver quirks an eyebrow, glancing at me in the mirror. He wears a look of disapproval on his face.
Goddamnit – even the taxi driver is disappointed in me.
I swallow a thick lump in my throat as Mackenzie’s words sink in. “Oh god…” I mutter. She’s right. She’s fucking right. “Oh shit, oh shit.” I’m about to hyperventilate.
Mackenzie clears her
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