Page 2 of Love In The Spotlight

His parents would never forgive him, but he wanted to be who he was and he’d lived life to the fullest for the past eleven years.

“How much pain are you in?” Randy asked.

“I’m fine,” he said. “I can handle it.”

“Your head is clear?” Randy asked.

“Yes,” he said. “Why? You’re acting strange. You have been since you picked me up. I’m your biggest client and yet you’re talking about all this other crap you had going on today. I should be your priority.”

Randy laughed. It was forced.

“I’ve been dealing with your fallout all day again.”

Jamie hated that word. Fallout.

Yep, Randy had to do damage control along with his publicist for years. It wasn’t his fault that people always got pictures of him out partying.

He didn’t drink and drive.

He didn’t do drugs.

If he wanted to have his arms around a woman in public, that was his choice, but it wasn’t as if he was screwing them in front of witnesses.

“Now what?” he asked. “It’s not like I’ve been able to do much for the past month.”

His teammates were all practicing and traveling for games. He was on his own more than he liked and realized that his friends were mostly superficial at this point.

“It’s not a recent thing,” Randy said.

“Then what?” he asked.

“Let’s wait until we get you home,” Randy said.

He laughed. “It can’t be that bad.”

“Don’t bet on it,” Randy said.

Randy made a big deal about everything. Shit always simmered down though.

Jamie leaned back in the seat and shut his eyes for the fifteen-minute drive back home.

When Randy got to his townhouse, his agent hit the screen and the garage door opened and they pulled in.

He got out and Randy came around to get his crutches for him to get in the house.

He just wanted to put his feet up and relax while he tried not to stress over the fact that his career might be over.

“So what is the big thing that you are telling me not to bet on?” he asked. The sooner they got this taken care of, the sooner he could nap.

“Do you know a Mercedes Lawson?” Randy asked.

“Nope,” he said. “Never heard of her.”

“She’s a stripper,” Randy said. “At that place you and the guys have been known to frequent in the off season.”

Jamie laughed. “Oh yeah. I remember her. She always had a big fake gold chain on that was a Mercedes emblem. Her tits were big enough to carry it off too. The real deal.”

He was wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

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