Page 51 of One Last Chance

“So, I’ll see you at the game tomorrow?”

I place my hands on his face saying, “Yeah, I’ll see you there.”

DOMENIC

Present

Yes, I did it. I got her back.

The next thing I need to do is to see Cassandra and end it before the game tomorrow. Cass always comes to the games, especially considering her dad owns the Rapids. The last thing I need is for Chloe to turn up and notice Cassandra is there. Tomorrow’s game marks thirty years since Casandra’s father, Timothy Miles, took over ownership of the team. So, tomorrow is a big deal, and I know Mr. Miles will be out on the field with us as we make our entrance before the game. If I know Chloe, she will be right there beside him—anything to get some attention on her. It never bothered me before, but I’m only starting to realize now how she likes to be in every photo that’s taken of me and is always around her father whenever he makes himself known to us.

“Good evening, Mr. Reed, here to see Miss Miles?”

Giving Robert a curt nod, I reply, “Yes, please. Can you let her know I’m here?” Robert is the Grand View Hotel’s Manager, who works the night shift. He and I have become acquainted over the couple of years I’ve been dating Cassandra.

“Of course, sir.”

Tapping my fingers on the desk, I wait patiently as Robert speaks to Cassandra on the phone. A few moments pass, and after a brief conversation, I hear, “Of course, Miss Miles.” Then Robert tells me I can head up to her floor.

My hand hesitates as my finger pushes the button in the elevator, which takes me up to her penthouse suite. Her father owns this building, and of course, Cassandra was given the best suite in the building.

Timothy Miles, her father, lives on the other side of town. His white mansion stands out amongst the other homes in Vixen Falls. Black iron gates open to a long driveway that has a water feature sitting in the middle of a massive horseshoe driveway.

I met Cassandra when the team was invited to Timothy Miles’ cocktail party after a game one evening. Cassandra introduced herself to me as his daughter, but I already knew who she was. I’d noticed her at the games and once at training when Mr. Miles decided to make his way down to the field to talk to Coach. That’s when I saw her, and I didn’t miss the way her eyes followed me on the field.

She’s beautiful, and I was flattered that she spent most of the evening talking to me. She chose me that night, even with all my teammates there vying for her attention, but she never drifted too far away from me.

We hit it off. She told me about her career as a model and how she loves traveling the world for her job. After a while, we walked outside and continued our conversation in the garden. It came to me that we had a bit in common—we both loved football, we both grew up in Vixen Falls, and we also loved traveling.

Timothy Miles seemed to approve of our relationship, but not before he had words with me one night at his home when he asked me to meet him at his office. I was nervous, worried that I had done something wrong in the game, but then the topic of conversation went from the team to Cassandra. Mr. Miles made it clear that he loved his daughter, and that if I were to hurt her in any way, that I would pay for it with my career. He wanted me to be clear that I knew what I was getting myself into because he had the power to mess up my career. Even though I’m the star quarterback for Vixen Rapids, Cassandra will always come before the game.

I had promised him that I would look after her and would do my best not to break her heart. He was content with my answer, so I decided to take her out on a date.

Cassandra had told me she was going to be mine if I wanted her or not. I loved her confidence and strength, and the fact she was an independent woman was a plus. She was a breath of fresh air for me, and I hoped she would be the one to help me forget Chloe Mason.

Now, here I am, ready to break things off because Chloe has come back. I know it’s an ass thing to do to break up with her because of Chloe, but it would be worse if I kept her hanging on when my heart belongs elsewhere. I just have to make sure she understands and that she doesn’t go running to daddy.

Soft music sounds within the elevator as it heads up to Cassandra’s penthouse. Closing my eyes at the same time, it occurs to me how exhausted I am from today’s events. First, from the hot sex in the shower this morning which, as it turns out, was the best morning sex I’ve had in years, followed by the photo shoot. Not to mention the drama in Coach’s office and the running around I had to do afterward.

The last thing I want to do tonight is have this conversation with Cassandra, but it needs to be done. I can’t have two women at the game tomorrow. Cassandra normally sits in the wives and girlfriends’ seating area. What would Chloe think if she turned up and saw her there? I can’t risk that, not after everything I have done to get Chloe back.

My mind drifts to Chloe and how incredibly hot she looked tonight in her short black dress. If I didn’t need to have this conversation with Cass tonight, I would have gone out dancing with them to make sure no other man tries to take what’s mine. The last thing I need is some ass drooling over her. Let’s face it, no man can resist her. She’s too perfect.

Right now, I would love to be in her bed with her in my arms as we fall asleep after another night of incredible sex, but that’s not happening. Well, not tonight, anyway.

The elevator announces I’ve arrived at the penthouse suite, and I straighten my body and walk into her penthouse. The elevator is private for the penthouse suite only, so unless Cassandra gives the okay to visitors, no one is able to use it.

She stands there, waiting for me in a black and white lace G-string and a matching bra.

Damn! This is going to be harder than I thought.

Hi, baby,” she coos walking over to me seductively.

I have to admit she is attractive, and every man knows it. All eyes turn when she enters a room, and I don’t blame them for looking. She is gorgeous.

But she’s not Chloe.

Chloe has my heart and always will.

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