Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
It was.
“Wuvies?”
Bailey was all for the snuggling and attention. She ate that shit right up like every other girl I’d ever met. Except, baby girl was the only one I ever wanted to hold in my arms. Aside from her mother.
Though, after all these years, Harley still didn’t believe that one.
“Otay, Dadda, but only for dis many.” She held up five fingers.
“Okay, for an hour because you insist.”
She nodded, agreeing with me.
Thank fuck baby girl didn’t know how to tell time yet. Tugging her toward me, she crawled up my sheet covered legs, kneeing me right in the balls.
I groaned, fighting the throbbing in my boys. “Did your mother teach you how to do that?”
She giggled, laying her head on my chest. Where all was suddenly right in my world. Instantly bringing back the memories of all the times she’d slept just like this.
On me.
Bailey always wanted her daddy.
For the first year of her life, I swear she passed out only on my chest.
I scratched her head, playing with her wavy blonde hair between my fingers. Lulling her back to sleep. It always worked, she loved getting her head rubbed.
The scent of her coconut baby shampoo lingered in between us, soothing me back to sleep as well. Before I knew it, I passed out again. Simply to be woken up by the smell of coffee and bacon in the air.
My eyes stirred open, finding baby girl missing from my arms.
I shot straight up.
“Bailey!”
The sound of her giggles coming from the monitor on my nightstand let me know she was alright and safe. She must’ve been with her mother, the woman who hated me now more than ever before.
You’d think having a family together would have changed her feelings toward me.
Fuck no.
If anything, it just made her despise me further with no remorse.
Fuck it.
It was too early for this shit.
One foot in front of the other, I stepped out of bed. Tucking away my morning wood and adjusting my boys as I headed straight for the shower.
Fuckin’ Gremlin.
While I was bathing, I repeated, “Breakfast, meeting with my agent, working out, another meeting with my manager, practice...” Again, and again, making my mind work overdrive. Stimulating it like I did every morning.
After I finished getting ready for the day ahead, I packed my gym bag and threw it over my shoulder before making my way into the kitchen.
“Dadda!” Bailey celebrated, happy to see.
At least one Pierce in this household loved me unconditionally. Harley, on the other hand, stiffened at the mention of my name.
She was standing in front of the expresso machine with her back to me.
I grinned, she always looked so tiny in the morning. Wearing only her silk robe and tank underneath. I’d know, I bought them for her.
Winking at Bailey, I walked over to Harley in two long strides. Pressing my cock against her ass.
I rested my hands on the counter, caging her in with my arms on the sides of her body to run my nose along the nape of her neck. Inhaling her strawberry hair and vanilla scented skin.
“Morning, Gremlin,” I rasped, leaving a trail of longing in my wake.
“Jackson,” she warned.
“Shhh...” I whispered in her ear. “Bailey’s watching. You wouldn’t want her to think Momma doesn’t love Daddy, now would you?”
She turned her head, lovingly smiling at our daughter. “Bay, why don’t you go get ready for Mommy and me yoga?”
“Yay!” she squealed and took off running toward her bedroom. “I wove yogas!”
Harley didn’t miss a beat, abruptly turning around and shoving me away from her. I didn’t move, thrusting my dick into her pussy instead.
“Ugh. You’re disgustin’.”
“You’re my wife. I have needs.”
“Oh, you mean your groupies aren’t meetin’ them anymore? Poor baby, what a shame.”
“Harley...”
“Isn’t that why all the girls that hangout at the hotels for away games have to sign non-disclosure agreements? So it doesn’t get back to us”—she used air quotes with her fingers—“football wives?”
I narrowed my eyes at her, lighting gasoline to the flames around us was always what I did best.
“You’re the one who wanted our marriage this way, sweetheart.”
<>Harley<>
Then: Twenty-four years old
My mouth dropped open.
Shameless bastard.
“I didn’t want a marriage at all, remember? You tricked me.”
“Right ... ’cuz I pushed you out in front of me at the clubhouse.”
“Oh, I’m sorry I saved your life from my father murderin’ you.”
“Oh, that’s right...” he mocked my tone. “I’m supposed to be thankful you rescued poor little ol’ me. You get to live the life of a fuckin’ queen on my dime, while I—”
“Get to spend half the year livin’ in hotels travelin’ the United States. ’Cuz, you know? Jackson Pierce, star quarterback of the North Carolina Panthers is God and can do no wrong.” I put my hand on my chest. “My consolation prize is findin’ women’s panties in your duffle bag when you come home. Wow. What a splendid life you’ve given me, dickwad.”