Page 6 of Taming Drew

“You’re such a drama hound.” Chloe rolls her eyes.

I listen to the two women.So, Mia knows pretty Chloe. Small world that she and I ended up in Dallas.

Mia speaks. “I’ll let you know when I have Freya.”

“Yeah. Hopefully, Phoebe will be better in the morning and be able to go to your party.”

My brain registers the word late. “Party?” My voice raises. “I like parties.”

Chloe glares. “No more parties for you. You’re sitting on your ass or lying in your bed for the few days.”

I wiggle my brows. “We can lie together in the bed. I promise not to put you over my knee and spank your pretty ass.”

Mia cringes. “Wow.” Her hand covers a beaming smile. “You two are going to have so much fun.”

I smile and Chloe glares. Chloe flips her hand over, motioning to me. “It’s no wonder he’s the Mustang most likely to be in trouble and have it covered in the media. They’ve got photographers on speed dial, and I bet they GPS track your car so they can show up to get a full view of your antics.”

Mia scolds. “Please, Mr. King. Don’t do anything foolish.”It’s weird to see the professional Mia. She’d normally just scold me like one of her kids.“I’ll send the notes to the team doctor. He’ll want to see you in a few days, but if anything comes up, please come back here.” She focuses on Chloe. “Tie him to the bed, if you must.”

Chloe scoffs. “I’d need to call some models to do that.”

I’m about to argue, and the door opens.

Mia motions to the orderly with the wheelchair and turns back to me. “Take it easy on your stomach. Light meals to start.” I don’t answer fast enough, and Mia uses the tone she does with her sons. “Drew, let your head rest.”

“Yes, mom.” I get up too fast and dizziness overcomes me. I reach for the edge of the bed as Chloe moves in to put her tiny body into my side. “Ooh. I guess it hurts more than I realized.”

Chloe glances at Mia. “Did you run tests?”

“The x-rays came back for his ribs. They’re bruised. We didn’t do tests for his head because it’s a simple concussion. He just needs to take it easy.”

Chloe maneuvers me into the seat. Not a simple task, considering my enormous size to her petite frame. She growls. “No fast movements. I don’t need you falling face first on the linoleum.”

My head is pounding as I readjust into the wheelchair and grit my teeth. “Let’s just go.”

“I’ll bring my car out front.” She nods at the orderly as she hustles out the door.

Wow! That’s a nice ass.My cock twitches as my head moves side to side, making sure no one sees me adjusting it. I move around in the wheelchair.I could have just walked out of here. Oh, man, I hope the press isn’t sitting out there.I put my head in my hands.I’m so fucking tired.

The door opens, and the sunlight hits my eyes as we exit the building. “Fuck. That hurts.” Chloe stands next to an older minivan with the back door open.

“I’ll ride up front.”

She grimaces with a resting bitch face. “Just get in the back seat before someone from the press sees you.”

I grumble, but she has a point. “Fine.” The orderly helps me out of the chair and into the captain’s chair. “Thanks, man.”

The orderly ticks his head. “Kick ass this season.”

I give the man a thumbs-up as he closes the sliding door. The chair next to me sits a kid’s booster seat, and my eyes bore in the back of Chloe’s head. “You’ve got a kid?”

“Don’t sound so stunned. Not everyone has to be a supermodel to be found attractive.” Her jaw tightens. “Where do you live?”

“I live in the Quad condo, building two.”

Chloe puts her vehicle in gear. “That’s a swanky address. The Campbells live there. I love the stores on the first floor of that area. The girls and I go to the bakery there at least once a month. Some of the other Campbell cousins own businesses there, too.”

“They do. My favorite bar and Italian restaurant are at the Quad.”

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