Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 119212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
I did, moving to take one of the seats across from her. “I don’t think you’ve ever called me up here. What’s going on?”
She pointed to the phone. “Got a call earlier today. You know Deek Fausten?”
I frowned. “He used to be my best friend’s stepdad. You know him?”
No way in hell was Deek calling about Cheyenne. Or I was hoping not, because if that were the case, if this trail was going to lead to where she’d get fucked over, my relationship with Deek would change from being civil to a whole different level.
She nodded, her eyes narrowing. “Kind of. He’s new, and he’s working some of our business accounts. He’s got some friends in high places, personal friends of mine. That’s the only reason any of this is coming from me. We got a request yesterday to do a funding event for that kitchen downtown. Come Our Way. The two connect because I got a call that this Fausten was invited. He reached out to me because of you. Said there might be a conflict of interest.” She paused, her head tilting to the side. “You know anything about that?”
That fuck.
And fucking Chad, because I knew where all this was going, and fuck everyone. Except Cheyenne.
She kept on, “—he explained that you would know what he’s referring to.”
That fucker.
“The thing is, is that I’m confused why we’re getting a call and why he’s not directing his issue straight to Come Our Way. From what I was told, the place is legit. Good staff there. Good morale. They’re doing good work, not corrupt or being greedy. Not scraping by, but their hearts are in the right place. Now, as he explained to me, is that his issue isn’t with you. He’s not saying you can’t be there, which also has me scratching my head about why that’d even be an issue in the first place.” Her eyebrows were fully pinched together. “You want to explain to me what all this is about here?”
This dick of a father was putting me in a position where I’d have to get on the phone and reach out to him, see what the fuck his problem was.
Fuck. Him.
My jaw was granite, I was sure. My whole body felt like one big rock of cement, but I shook my head, a hard clip to the side. “As far as I know, he’s good with Chad, but I can ask him about it.”
“That’s what this is about? Your best friend?”
“At this point, who knows. I’m as confused as you.”
“Conflict of interest indicated he doesn’t want someone there. I know Chad frequents the team’s social gatherings, but I’ve never heard of something like this.”
“Me either.”
It was unprofessional. It was messy, and it put me in a messed-up, awkward position. I was starting to climb on board Cheyenne’s whole motto that she didn’t care about Deek Fausten.
I admitted, “I always thought he was a decent guy.”
“But Chad. He’s a bit of a partier, isn’t he?”
“That’s what he does for a living.”
“Yeah?”
I dipped my head up and down. “Clubs hire him, and he shows up with a whole group of beautiful people ready to party.”
“That’s actually a job?”
I gave her a look. “Come on. You know it is.”
She only gave me a little wink. “Maybe. Maybe not, but okay. You can squash whatever’s the issue?”
Like fuck I would, but I gave her another nod.
She stood, so did I, and she held out her hand. “You’ve been playing amazing this season. You usually do, but you’re sticking out even more. I know you’ve got a contract renewal coming up in the next couple years. I’m telling you now that we aren’t letting you go anywhere. You got that?”
This was typical business stuff.
She’d say this to smooth over any feelings and as a way to stroke my ego. Some players soaked it up. Not me. My contract would be renewed if I played the same, and if my terms and their terms were all copacetic. I loved this game. I breathed this game, but underneath it all, this game was a business.
I knew that.
I also knew that Deek Fausten coming to a charity event, one that I didn’t even know about, and seeing his daughter there wouldn’t have anything to do with that contract.
But because I was still feeling it, fuuuuck him.
28
Cheyenne
Cut was coming over, and I was trying not to freak out about it.
But I was. Because I could. And I was happy, and my mind was racing, my pulse was racing, and my sweat glands were racing. I almost wished I had some wine here, but then the buzzer sounded, and a weird, calming sensation came over me.
Cut was here.
I hit the button, unlocked the door, and I was still standing there when it swung open.
He stood in the doorway, fresh from practice, and he not only had flowers in one hand, but he had dinner in the other hand. He raised up the bags. “Z-man sandwiches.”