Page 39 of Pursued by the Player

“I’ll do better.”

“I hope so.” Diaz straightened away from the locker. “For all our sakes.”

With his job on the line, Jett pushed aside all thoughts of Mel and focused on practice. After a few throws, he had his pitching arm back and managed to give the other players a run for their money. After he struck out his fifth batter, the coach declared that they had their star pitcher back and Jett grinned as his teammates cheered him back in the locker room. After showering and changing, the guys wanted to know if he wanted to go to the local bar for a beer. Feeling better than he did in days, Jett agreed. While he wasn’t particularly close with his teammates, they’d provide some much-needed companionship, and the bar would provide a never-ending sea of women ready to ride his cock. It was the perfect combination to finally get rid of Melody’s memory once and for all.

As they left the locker room, a tall woman stood by the exit to the building. She leaned against the doorway wither arms crossed and a scowl on her face. When she saw Jett, she straightened and began closing the distance between them.

“We need to talk.”

“Olivia, so nice to see you.” His teammates made cat calls until Jett waved them off. “I’ll catch up to you.”

“Don’t take too much time. Those ladies won’t wait forever,” Diaz said.

Jett chuckled until he saw Liv’s scowl deepen. He cleared his throat and lifted his chin. “What?”

“You’re a pig.”

“What are you talking about?”

She waved her hand in the air in disgust. “And to think I stood up for you.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

She ground her teeth. “Did you at least get her note?”

“Whose note?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. Mel’s invitation to her fashion show.”

“Yeah, I got it.”

“Are you going?”

“Hell, no.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t support manipulators.”

“She didn’t manipulate you.”

“Sure looks like it from where I’m standing.”

“Jesus, don’t you know anything?” When he didn’t respond, she crossed her arms again. “She had nothing to do with this. It was all Kennedy.”

“Kennedy?”

“Her boss.” She rolled her eyes. “The asshole has her working twenty-four hours a day on this project. He’s using her relationship with you to market this new clothing line.”

“Something Melody didn’t protest.”

“Are you daft? Of course she protested. She threatened to quit.”

“Why didn’t she?”

She stared at him for a minute before responding. “How can you ask that question?”

He shrugged.

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