Page 13 of Taming Drew

“Nice to know you’re a fan.”

I purse my lips while I point my pink painted nail at his chest. My inner self scolds.You know you’re a fan of his football skills. He’s gorgeous, and he can be nice.I will my inner hussy to stand down. “I’m a fan of the Mustangs. You, not so much. Lily calling you ‘Andy’ didn’t register that it could be you.” I move my hand to my hip. “Why does she call you Andy? I thought your name was Drew.”

“My name is Andrew Nathan King. My mom is the only one who called me Andy, and Lily feels like she’s always parenting me, so she calls me Andy.” A sadness creeps onto his face. “My mom died a few years ago and I’ve struggled with her loss. It makes me angry.”

I nod, while slipping my shoulder under his arm.Ding, ding, ding, that explains a lot about his issues.His mom was always the biggest cheerleader in the stands when he played.

He groans as he walks. “Do you need to do something for your daughter while you’re here?”

“She’s at a weekend sleepover at the Campbell Ranch. I’ll get her on Sunday or have Kylie drop her off when she brings home her boys.”

“I like Kylie. She and Cameron have been great since I moved in. That’s how I met Mia and the other Campbells.”

Chloe smiles. “Yeah. She’s a good friend. I met her and Mia through Lily.” They step into the room. “Do you need to pee or anything?”

He ducks his head. “I already did.”

I sigh, swinging my head. “Drew.”Damn it. All I need is for him to fall and hurt himself more.

“Hey. I’m doing okay. This isn’t the worst injury I’ve had. And usually there isn’t anyone to help me out.”

That’s so sad.“None of the women you’re banging stay over?” I hold up my hand. “Wait. That is none of my business. You may be capable of taking care of yourself, but you are my responsibility until someone else takes over. Please wait for me to help you from now on.” I give him the scoldy-mom expression, and he nods. “Why don’t you lie back down?”

Drew points to the large dresser by the door. “You can grab a t-shirt out of the top drawer. The next drawer has drawstring shorts that will be a little big.”

I walk to his dresser and select some clothes. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Please make yourself at home.”

“Thank you. Rest well.” I step out of his room, cracking the door again, and head to the hall bathroom to change. I come out and go to the kitchen to put away the food and clean up after our meal. The kitchen sparkles, and I remember the video. Clicking on it, I see Drew was just sitting there as the guy swings his beefy fist, hitting Drew’s jaw. Drew drops below his seat.Ouch.I flick up my head at the doorway and then back at the video. Drew gets up and punches the guy in the nose. Blood spurts everywhere, and once again, the guy knocks Drew onto the floor.No wonder he bruised the ribs and his face. I wonder if that guy is an ex-player.I forward the video to Lily. A noise catches my attention, and I realize it’s the ice machine cranking to dump ice. I place my phone in the shorts pocket.Let’s see what I can find to watch to kill time before I have to go to bed.I walk into the small study next to the kitchen and grab the remote. Curling my body on the end of the loveseat, I get comfortable to scroll his movie menu.Well, at least he’s got all the paid movie channels.

CHAPTERFIVE

DREW

My eyes crack open to a pitch-black room.She must have come back and closed the door.My watch reads 11:15 as my stomach growls.I wonder what those groceries had for snacks?I bend my legs to put them over the side, I groan. I feel like preseason practice has started early. Pushing open the door, the condo is quiet.Is Chloe still here? She said she couldn’t leave, but she’s pretty pissed about having to be here. I step into the foyer and notice the light is on in the study, and the TV is on. Chloe lies asleep on my small loveseat. Her hair is spread out over the cushion, and my cock twitches and stands to attention.I want to see that dark hair like a waterfall on my ivory pillow.I adjust my cock, willing the erection to stand down. “Chloe?”

She snuggles more against the arm of the furniture making small sounds.

I wonder what sounds she’d make with my cock inside her? Get a grip, she can’t stand you. “Chloe?”

This time, she doesn’t move at all.

She’schanged into the clothes I gave her.My t-shirt has never looked so good or been so lucky to be spread across her beautiful breasts. My hands envy my shirt.I sigh.She can’t sleep here. Glancing at the hallway leading to my guestroom, I will my head to not pound before I bend down, wrapping my arms around the sleeping angel and pick her up.She’s making those soft sounds.Man, if she wakes up, and I’m carrying her, she’s going to scold me like a child.I smirk. I have always had a fantasy of fucking the teacher. There’s enough light in the hallway that I can see the entire guest bedroom.I’m not sure I’ve been in here more than a few times.I lay her down on the bed and pull the comforter over her body. I kiss her forehead and mutter. “Sleep well.”

I walk back down the hall and reach for the remote in the study to turn off the TV. I step into the kitchen, noticing my phone, I power it on.Shit. I’ve got a lot of missed calls and texts.I click on my text from Travis. “Well, shit.” I click on the most notorious paparazzi site and cringe. “Lily is going to cut off my balls. Damn it.” The webpage shows a video montage of my more foolish exploits over the last few years. A photo of me and the three women in the fountain makes me laugh. “Ouch.”Note to self, don’t laugh. It hurts. Serves you right, dumbass.The recording has my voice. “The ladies and I wanted to go for a swim, but this was closer than the pool.”

The narrator drones on as I click on the next box. “We all know if this behavior was done by a less popular and less rich public figure, he would be ostracized, but instead people find the bad image endearing.”

“Screw off. If I weren’t who I am, no one would care.” I scroll through the other texts and answer some. My stomach growls as I get up to walk to the refrigerator. I open the fridge to find more food in my refrigerator than I’ve ever seen in it: chicken breasts, fresh vegetables, eggs, cubed steak, bacon, sausage, and fruit. I shrug as I grab a package of lunchmeat and the jar of mayo.When was the last time I had a homemade sandwich with mayo?An image of my mother comes to mind.Certainly, before mom died. I survey the counter.Where would the little minx put bread?I open up the cupboard by the fridge to find two different loaves of bread.Well, at least I won’t starve.I make myself a sandwich and grab a soda.Something else I rarely have.Swigging the cool beverage, I smile.I forget how much I love soda. Walking to my room and eating the sandwich, I grimace at the four missed calls from my coach. “Fuck.” I turn off my phone and put it on the nightstand.This is a problem for tomorrow.

CHLOE

I stretch.Oh, this feels nice.I move around, waking myself up with a sense of unease.This isn’t my bed.My eyes peek open. I bolt upright and scan the room.The guest room? How the hell did I get here? I was watching TV. I lift the comforter.Whew. I’m still dressed.I take a cleansing breath. Like he’d undress me.I squinch my face at the thoughts creeping into my mind.Why the hell do I want that annoying man?I throw off the comforter and trudge into the bathroom. Sighing, his image comes to my mind.I don’t sleepwalk, so I’m pretty sure he brought me in here.I stretch my neck as I walk back into the room. At least the bed was comfortable. The room looks like a hotel room with a queen size bed and matching furniture. It’s painted a soft gray with a navy-blue comforter and pillow shams. Somebody actually decorated the two bedrooms, unlike the rest of this condo that looks like a frat house. My phone buzzes. “Hello, Mia.”

“Hey. I wanted to let you know Freya is having a great time. Gramps took the kids out riding this morning. Don’t worry, all the kids have one of the ranch hands riding with them on their horse.”

“Thanks. Freya loves horses.”I wish I’d been there to see my beautiful daughter on a horse.

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