Chapter 9
Evie
I sit there dumbfounded as Timothy Hayesid down the facts. He told me how he had all but been
sidelined for the longest time. He had been wanting to break the contract for the longest time until
one of the team members was out with a
dislocated shoulder. And then another got sick from some exotic stomach flu in his off–season trip
to Bali.
That’s when things got worse.
“To be fair,” I spoke thoughtfully, “lots of professional athletes don’t really get their big break for a
while.”
“That’s not the issue, Evie,” he says grimly.
“Okay,” I reply. “Then what’s the issue? Is it because you’re dating the manager’s daughter?”
He lets out a bitterugh. “God no. Ste is basically a sister to me.”
“You might want to tell her that,” I mumble.
“I did,” he says firmly. “Several times. But I’m running out of ideas. And my position on the
Thunderbolts is jeopardized because of it. He told me that I would lose my starting position if I
continued turning her down.”
I look at him. There is desperation in his eyes. Worry filling his posture.
“It’s going to be alright, Mister Hayes,” I say, trying not to sound awkward as Ifort him.
“It will now,” he says, a tiredugh escaping. “I’ve got the city’s bestwyer on the
case.”
Iugh, giving him that slight victory. “I’ll do my best to get you out.”
“I’m sorry about how Ste acted the other night,” he says apologetically. “Like I said, I keep telling
her it will never happen between us and still, she thinks a fancy dinner will win me over.”
“It’s not the first ss of wine that’s been poured over me, Timothy,” I shrug. “I
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actually think its good for the skin. I read that online somewhere.”
He snorts. “Sure,” he teases. “Hopefully you don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m actually d that
night happened too. If it weren’t for that terrible behavior, I wouldn’t have found you again.”
My skin tingles at his words.
“I am surprised though,” I say curiously.
“What?”
“Why didn’t you just ept it to begin with,” I ask. “I mean, considering your history-”
“Do you really think that little of me, Evie,” he asks, his voice lowering. “I’m not the same guy I was
in high school. I don’t want some shallow fan who just wants me for my fame or my body. I want
something real. For the first time in my life, I don’t care anymore.”
“I get it,” I agree. “I understand. I didn’t mean to make you upset. I was just trying to understand.”
“I want out of this contract because I know my talents will be better appreciated. somewhere else,”
he says. “I’m not just a face to ster on merchandise.”
I had never seen him so intense before. There was so much passion that I had never seen before.
“I get it,” I sigh.
“You’re right, you know,” he says quietly.
“About what?”
“I shouldn’t have been so quick to ept this contract,” he answers.
“You’re not the first professional athlete to get carried away with their career. dreams, Timothy,” I
say. “And you won’t be thest.”
Heughs, shaking his head. “The only reason I was out with Ste was because I know the kind of
sway she has on her dad. Not to mention the swarm of insane propositions from my female fans.
I’m swimming in perfume–scented fanmail. It
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feels like my entire career is sitting on a fishing line, being dangled over a swarm of piranhas.”
“Quite the vivid description,” I chuckle. “Huh.”
“The executive offices don’t deserve my abilities. They would rather use me as a figurehead than an
athlete,” he breathes. “I’m tired of it.”
“The Timothy I knew, would have been drooling over the idea of thousands of women worshipping
the ground he walked on,” I tease.
Timothy stood up from his chair, stepping around the table and behind me. He ced his hands on
either side of my seat, leaning down towards my ear.
“I already told you, Evie,” Timothy says grimly, “I’m not the same high school brat. I used to be. You
still seem to think of me the same way.”
I look away from him, guilt had started to tighten my stomach. No. Not guilt. I would never feel guilty
for Timothy Hayes again. No, this was different.
“You shouldn’t care what the news says about other me and other girls,” he sighs.
I look over at him, butterflies bouncing around my stomach. Timothy just has this wolfish smile on
his face. Smug Bastard. He knows exactly what he was doing to me right now.
“Mister Hayes,” I swallow nervously. “This is highly inappropriate-”
“You’re not jealous are you, Evie? “he asks smugly.
I stand up quickly, pushing him away. He looked a little caught off guard. “Hey!”
“I’m your attorney, Timothy,” I snap angrily. “I could lose my job, which, by the way, is already
hanging by a very thin thread.”
“But,” he chuckles, “After this is all over, we can try again?”
This time, the blow knocked the air from my lungs. “No, Timothy,” I rasp. “Whatever happened, is
done. It’s not like you’re missing out anyways. There are plenty of women who would kill to have a
chance with you. Most of them are much more fitting for you and your lifestyle.”
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He nods, swiping his thumb quickly across his nose. “Right,” he says tiredly. “Congrattions by the
way.”
“For what,” I ask, frowning at him.
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“For making it here,” he answers,ughing softly. His eyes wander around the meeting room. “This
is what you always wanted, right? To make it as a hotshot
rookiewyer?”
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