Rookie Mistake: A Sports Romance Novel (The Beasts of Baseball Book 1) (39 page)

“What else could she have meant if she wasn’t scared about me hurting her?” I got up and walked into the kitchen, in search of something to snack on. My knuckles ached from hitting Dane so hard, but the bastard deserved it. Where was his car? I hadn’t noticed it when I got home. Did he walk, or just park down the road?

“Maybe she meant that it’s not safe to spend any time with you because of the feelings she once had. Could be dangerous and lead you guys down a road that neither of you are ready for.” He glanced up as I turned. “I figure you’ll survive this rape charge, but what about the insider trading? That’s a long sentence, isn’t it? That’s jail time.”

“It is, but with my status, I’m praying it’s under house arrest.” I pressed my back to the sink and thought about spilling my guts. Lizzy had been pretty staunch in her demand that I not express my guilt to anyone, but this was Clark. We’d had almost every experience two best friends could have together. He was like a brother to me.

And Celia was supposed to be like family too.

“Are you saying you did it?” His mouth drew into a tight line.

“Not at all. I’m saying that the weasel you just saw getting his ass handed to him in my front yard did a great job of implicating me in all of this Jessup stuff.” I pulled out a bag of chips and tore it open before walking back toward Clark. “I can only fight against it, but from what I’ve uncovered, it’s not looking good.”

“I’m all for you and Alisa dating if that’s what’s happening right now, Zek, but if you’re going to jail, then I don’t want my sister involved in that shit. I know you understand that.” He reached into the bag and pulled out a handful of chips.

“I get it. We’re not going to date. We’re working on my cases, and there’s this nagging desire to explore some of the feelings we had for each other as kids, but neither of us will cross the line. She’s pretty resolved to help me and then get the fuck away from me.” I popped a couple of chips in my mouth and chewed slowly as my mind wandered to a life stuck in the house all the time. A shudder ran through me.

“I doubt that, but you should know that she’s just getting out of a nasty divorce. Her ex-husband wasn’t at all the kind of man that my sister should have been with, but I guess when you feel like you have no options, then you settle. She very much settled.” He reached for more chips, and I offered him the bag as I wiped my hands on my pants.

“Why did Alisa settle? She’s drop dead gorgeous. There’s no reason for her to have settled.” I walked back toward the sink to pick up my beer.

“She’s very invested in her career, and most men are too needy for a woman like her.” He got up and pulled his phone from his pocket. “That’s the misses. I’m going to head out. I just wanted to check on you and see how you were holding up.”

“I’m good, thanks to your sister. I didn’t know about the divorce. I’ll tread lightly with her. I just want a friendship, and she just wants a client-attorney relationship. Maybe I should just leave it there.” I walked with him to the door, opening it, and moving back as he turned to smile at me.

“Do what feels natural, but if you hurt her, I’ll—”

“Kill me. I know. You threatened all of us our whole lives, you fucking bully. Get out of here. I won’t try anything on your sister. I’m headed for the pen, I’m sure. Now… when I get out? All bets are off.” I wagged my eyebrows as he turned to give me a warning look.

“Watch it.”

“Shut up, old man.” I watched him go and felt a sense of peace I hadn’t felt for a long time. I needed to find time to reconnect with him. We’d shared too much life not to share more of it.

Besides… you’re going to marry his sexy fine sister one day.
I laughed and shut the door, grateful for the lift in my mood. “And oh what a day it will be.”

I walked to the back of the house and started the shower as I stripped out of my suit and tie. Dropping to the edge of the bed, I couldn’t help but imagine Alisa there with me. She would walk into the house after a long day and I’d greet her at the door, pulling at her jacket as I pressed kisses to her mouth and then down the side of her neck.

It would take me no time to get her out of her clothes and into the shower with me, her body beautiful, tight, perfect.

I stood from my seated position on the bed and moved into the shower, letting the spray hit me in the face and run down my body as my hands ran over my erection, stroking softly as my mind moved back into the fantasy.

*

“Your day go good, baby?” I moved up behind her, my eyes moving down to rest on the thick swell of her ass before I pressed myself to her and ground against her softness.

“Better now,” she whispered and reached back, sliding her nails down my outer thighs as I slid my hands up and cupped her breasts, licking and biting at the side of her neck. Her skin felt so fucking good against mine, and the water was a lubrication that left both of us overly sensitive.

I moved back from the water jet and pressed my back to the wall, groaning at the cold tile as it bit into me. My hand tightened, almost painfully so, around the head of my cock and I pressed my hips forward, imagining it to be her again. I wanted her body pressed to the shower wall instead of mine, her breasts tingling from the chill, her back arched and hips jutted back, forcing her ass in the air for me.

I reached out and slid my hands over her hips before pressing into her, the groan that left me felt so fucking good as she moaned in tandem.

“Fuck me.” She pushed back and took some of my cock, but stopped, her back lifting and falling as she panted through the pleasure.

“More, Alisa. Take more.” I pressed harder as she cried out, but rocked against me. Her tight body left me with little choice but to lose my control.

Gripping her slick flesh tightly, I let her have every ounce of my anger, my worry, my desire… all of me.

A guttural cry left me as I stood in the shower alone, my body shaking as orgasm dragged me under a wave of pleasure. I came harder than I had in the longest time and had to lower myself to the side of the tub as my legs threatened to give out under me. The visual wouldn’t stop playing, no matter how bad I needed it to. I dried off and crawled into bed, deciding on an early night.

There was no way to shake the sounds of her moans from my head, though I’d never had the pleasure of actually hearing them. I fucked myself three times more before passing out and letting my nefarious dreams sweep over my reality.

I wasn’t soon to have her, but something told me that before it was said and done… she would be mine. If even for a night.

CHAPTER 7

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Alisa

T
he high from putting Jon Mills in his place the day before stayed with me throughout the night and even into the next morning. I had to meet with his daughter, and a large part of me wanted to cancel. Seeing the girl would only have me questioning my self-worth without fail.

I checked myself in the bathroom mirror once more before walking out into the large lobby of the high-rise building I was scheduled to be in. Melissa didn’t appear to be in the coffee shop when I walked in, but then again, I had no clue who I was looking for.

After I ordered a small latte, I found a seat near the back and pulled out my files on the case. If Jon and his daughter wanted to push forward and go head-to-head in court, I had a lot of work to do. Establishing Zek’s character was at the top of the list. That wasn’t going to be an easy task with the press having already splattered his name all over the newspaper and evening news. They were famous for that. Ruining people one story at a time.

I glanced up as a young blonde walked in. She paused by the door and scanned the room, her eyes stopping on me. A warm smile lifted her lips, and she walked toward me, stopping just beside the table and giving me a sweet expression.

“I’m sorry to bother you. I’m looking for Alisa Manning. That’s not you, is it?” Her eyebrows pressed together as she worked to look both impossibly cute and unassuming.

“It is. You’re Jon’s daughter?” I stood and offered my hand.
Thank God she’s blonde.

“Yes, ma’am. Let me grab a coffee and we can chat. Did you want anything?” She took a tentative step backward.

“No, but thank you.” I glanced back down at my papers as the thought of her calling me ‘ma’am’ left me a little edgy. I wasn’t a year over thirty and yet the perky little tart left me feeling like I needed a cane to get out of the coffee shop. Something told me that she wouldn’t at all be the girl in front of me that she was with Zek.

A few minutes later, she took the seat in front of me and let out a soft sigh. “Much better. I’m glad you wanted to meet. I don’t agree at all with my father’s proposal for the settlement. He mentioned yesterday that you were one of the top attorneys in the states. That’s pretty impressive.”

Her welcoming brown eyes moved across my face, and I couldn’t find anything in her features that wasn’t appealing. I needed to get my head in the game. The girl in front of me was a viper, and I wasn’t willing to climb in her nest, though she made it look so incredibly appealing.

“Well, that’s quite a compliment coming from your father.” I forced a smile and sat back, crossing my legs and picking up my coffee once more. “I’m with you one hundred percent. The allegations of rape are by far one of the more serious types of cases that my firm deals with. A payment to stop the case from going to court is one of the quickest ways for us to suspect foul play or possibly fraud.”

“Fraud?” Her expression dimmed a little, but she played the innocent albeit ignorant well.

“Of course.” I took a sip of my coffee. “I’ll be representing Mr. Kellington, who, of course, pleads that he is innocent of non-consensual sex.”

“Well, he’s lying. He had his way with me in his office, and again at his cabin in the woods. I have pictures to prove how vile he is.” She shuttered as her eyes filled with tears.

“I’ve heard. I assume those will be seen in court. We’ll get a quick glance of them in pre-trial. I’m sorry that you suffered anything, or that you had marks on your body that were unwelcomed.” I chose my words carefully.

“Well, he’s a monster, as I’ve said a million times.”

“Sounds like it.” I took a quick breath. “Tell me something. How did he get you out to his cabin in the woods? Did he tie you up? Throw you in the trunk?”

“What? No. I went with him because he was my boss.” She lifted her coffee to her lips as her eyes averted toward something on the table.

Liar.

“Did he rape you in his office before or after he raped you out at the cabin?” I moved closer, wanting to make the girl feel like she had a friend. The scary part was… she did. If I found out that Zek was lying at all, I would take him down so fast that it would make his head spin. I hated very few things, but rapists were one of them.

“In the office first. I went in that morning to interview with him—”

“For a job?” I pulled out a pad of paper and glanced up at her. “I’m just taking a few notes.”

“I’m not sure I’m supposed to be telling you all of this.” Her eyes filled with tears.

“Did you report this to the police?”

“Of course.”

“Then it’s an open record for me to access. I can do that instead of us talking if you’d rather.” I moved back and acted as if I were going to set my pen down.

“No. My father said that you were a good person who was lost to the wicked wiles of a good looking villain.” She shrugged as if the comment flew right over her head.

I’d read her files the morning over coffee. She was at the top of her class in both high school and college. She wasn’t ignorant, not by any stretch of the imagination. She was a damn good actress though.

“Perhaps. I’m here today to hear your side of the story. I’ll make some hard decisions after this meeting, though as of right now, I will rely on the fact that Mr. Kellington is being framed and is innocent. He’s my client, and that’s how we lawyers work.”

“That’s your prerogative, but he did it. I have pictures to prove it.” She sat her coffee down and picked up a small napkin, using it to dab at her eyes.

“I understand. Tell me what happened when he raped you in the office. I don’t really need the details of the sexual intercourse, just why you were there. I’d also love to understand how it went from the purpose for which you were there to him taking advantage of you.” I glanced down at the table, trying to give her a break from my stare. “And how old are you?”

“I’m twenty. I’d been hired as an intern at Mr. Kellington’s firm, Kellington Financial Services. All of the interns get a twenty-minute interview with him because it’s our moment to shine or some bullshit like that.” Her shell was cracking, but only a little. Cute little innocent girls didn’t curse, not as forcefully as the chick across the table from me.

“Go on.” I scribbled a few notes, but made sure to keep my eyes on her.

“My interview started off well, but he basically propositioned me. He said that if I gave him head that he would give me a job at the end of the internship.”

I sat up and lifted my eyebrow. “He did?”

“Yes, but when I got on the floor, he took charge of everything and did things to me that…” She sniffled and lifted her hand. “I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry.” I reached across the table and touched her hand, not sure what to believe about Zek taking charge of their sex. He seemed like the type of guy who would get aggressive and demanding in the heat of the moment. I’d seen him in the middle of too many Friday night football games as a kid where he lost his shit on some guy and had to be pulled off by several large players from our team.

“It’s okay. Anyway. He took advantage of me, and I kept that first time to myself. I figured it was all fine, and the sex was actually great, though it disgusts me that it was.” She shivered.

“And how did you end up at the lake house with him? I wouldn’t have gone anywhere with him. Someone would have to drag me half dead to that place high in the mountains and away from everyone.” I tilted my head and studied her. “How in the world did he get a smart girl like yourself up there?”