Page 2 of Her Big Bad Mistake

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Damon was annoyed at Jacob. This was a boys’ getaway. Well, a keep-Damon-out-of-trouble getaway. They were starting in Disney World and ending with a big bang in Vegas. Jacob had said it would be a good way to get everything out before practice and the season began. Coach had told Damon he didn’t want his playboy ways to interfere with his work. Damon’s manager had told him to tone it down as two companies had already pulled out of endorsement deals because of his behavior. They wanted someone with a cleaner image.

Women, parties, motorcycles and fast cars were what he liked to do with his spare time. His two friends and teammates, Jacob and Caleb, had promised him a fun vacation that would keep him out of trouble. He’d agreed, knowing he shouldn’t piss off his team with his actions anymore, at least for a while.

The girl that sat with them now was a pretty little thing. She was nothing like the women he and his friends hung around. She wasn’t stick thin with massive fake tits and willing to do anything just to be seen with him or a teammate. Damon could tell she had no idea who they were and what kind of money they made. Damon studied her; she wasn’t just pretty, she was beautiful. Becky, she’d said her name was, had olive skin, big brown eyes, and long black lashes with a thick plait of midnight-black hair. Her lips were tiny and her nose petite. Her body was shapely, and she was short. Becky would be lucky to come to his shoulders with high heels on. Right now with her flat gladiator sandals on she was at the height of his nipples. She wore black knee-length leggings and a tight blue shirt with white lace that sat just right, giving a view of a generous cleavage. She was bigger than any of the women he’d ever been with, but she carried it well.

Damon had never been attracted to a woman like Becky. He was annoyed that he was reacting to her. He admitted, as he zoned in on her breasts, that it may be those natural beauties that drew him. Damon wiggled on his seat as his cock stood to attention. He couldn’t have her; she wasn’t for him. Becky was too sweet and young. Well, from what he’d learned so far she seemed like that. Damon didn’t like sweet—he liked sexy, flirty, and ready to go when he wanted. Becky looked so young. She had to be in her twenties to finish college, but she didn’t look a day over eighteen.

He shouldn’t even be thinking about her. Jacob was interested in her and she wasn’t what he usually went for, either, but this girl had something about her. Damon would admit that. He knew from the moment he saw Becky that she was a relationship kind of girl. She wouldn’t let him keep women on the side, or go out clubbing all night and come home with a group of willing women happy to sleep with him to say they had fucked Damon Chet, hockey’s bad boy. He rolled his eyes. God, he hated that title.

“You don’t agree?”

Startled out of his musing, he glared at the woman in question as she met his stare with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t agree with what?”

“That I should come join you on your day at Disney World?”

He shrugged. “I don’t give a fuck if you join us, girl.”

He contained his smile as she growled and muttered, “Not ‘girl’. My name is Becky.” She was cute when she was angry. He’d enjoy himself today. It wasn’t as if they were going to see Becky again.

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The second day at Disney World, Becky was there as the gates opened to the Magic Kingdom. She’d left her hotel and boarded the shuttle bus with a spring in her step. She’d had a ball with the guys yesterday and had agreed to meet with them again tonight.

Becky had never had any problems with making friends wherever she went. She guessed that’s why it didn’t bother her that she was exploring America by herself.

Before she met up with the guys tonight, Becky was going to spend the day finding all her favorite characters and getting her photo taken with every princess, Minnie Mouse, and doing any girly activity she could think of.

First thing she had booked for early this morning was a hair and make-up appointment at a spa close by so she looked awesome when she got her photos done with as many characters she could find. Becky then strolled through the park all glammed up and ready to stalk her favorite characters.

Belle, was her favorite, then Cinderella, they were the two she wanted a photo with the most. Sightseeing through the Magic Kingdom, she found Mickey and Minnie Mouse, Sleeping Beauty, Jasmine, Snow White and Ariel, but not her two favorites.

Becky then checked her app for Belle’s next appearance, and was walking toward the designated spot when arms came around her waist and pulled her against a hard, tall body. “Hey, girl, don’t you look gorgeous today? Did someone Google us and find out Jacob, Caleb, and I are famous? Did you get all done up to look your best for us? Did you find out how well we do and what we make a year and decide you want to strut yourself before us to see if we’ll give you some more attention?” He nuzzled her neck and Becky shivered as his whiskers tickled. “Maybe you think you have a chance to snag one of us?”

Becky stood rigid against Damon. She knew his voice—it was the only voice that had ever sent tingles of desire through her. Becky didn’t care how her body reacted to the arse behind her because he was a dickhead and she didn’t want to be with someone like him. She didn’t even want to desire someone like him.

Becky took a calming breath and glanced over at the picture spot and saw Belle walking away. Angry that Damon was going to have her miss Belle, she elbowed him and pushed out of his hold and turned, glaring at him. “No, I didn’t Google you. I don’t care who the hell you are. You’re no one important to me. Jacob was the one who asked me to accompany you yesterday, and he was the one who asked me for my phone number. So don’t start with saying I’m trying to snag one of you because I’m not the one to initiate anything. If you’ve made me miss getting my picture taken with my favorite princess Belle, I swear I will strangle you famous or not.”

Becky didn’t even look around to see if Damon was alone or Jacob and Caleb were with him, she turned and ran over to Belle. She caught up with Belle, huffing and puffing, but glad she hadn’t lost her.

“Princess Belle, you’re a hard one to find. I hope I haven’t missed my opportunity to have a photo with you? I have come all the way from Australia.”

Belle smiled and her Disney assistant went to talk but Belle spoke before him. “Of course not. I’d love to have a photo with you.”

“Thanks, you’re my favorite princess. I have a thing for women who love massive libraries and fall in love with beasts and turn them good.”

“You are in luck. My Beast has come to join us.”

Becky almost jumped up and down with her excitement—she was having a photo with Beauty and the Beast. She handed her camera to Belle’s escort and stood beside her favorite characters.

As she looked at the camera Becky saw Damon with his phone taking a photo of her. Becky had a photo with just the Beast and then a couple with Belle.

“Would your boyfriend or husband like to get in the photo?” Belle’s escort asked her.

“Oh… he’s not… I’m not ma—”

“We’d love that, thanks,” Damon said as he gathered her into his hold. They stood between Beauty and the Beast. Damon wrapped his arms around her waist and gathered her close to him. Damon leaned down and she held her breath as he brushed his lips across her cheek. “You’re so gorgeous. That smile of yours is going to get me in trouble.” His whispered words had her quivering and forgetting he was an arse.

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