Page 121 of Mr. Charming

His thoughts are all over the place, but he’s not wrong. Still though, I did center my campaign around Tweetie as he asked.

“I did tell you that we should focus on the entire team. If you don’t sign Tweetie for another contract, you might just lose those fans as a result. I really wish you would’ve trusted me.”

He laughs, a condescending cackle that makes my fists clench. “I’ve been in this business a long time, and I’m gonna be honest, I think this is Tweetie’s last year.”

Eloise sucks in a breath and makes a mouse-like whimper beside me.

“I think you’re wrong,” I say.

“That’s your opinion.” He pauses, and I’m hoping he gets up and leaves. “I suggest you tell him to take down the picture of the tattooed girl and be back to the single Tweetie that everyone loves. The playboy sells, not the boring married man. If people aren’t going to care about him, why would I resign him at his age? Now, I’ve given you some leeway on this since Nick said you were the best, but we’re going to start doing what I want.”

“Which is what exactly?” I hear the snap in my voice, and I try to rear it back.

“I want to see his faults as well as his accolades. No one likes a perfect man, Tedi. Women want a man they have to fix. Men want someone they can relate to. Do you think those guys at the bar are enthralled with how great you’re making him look, as if he’s a superhero? It just makes them feel shitty about their beer-bellied, shitty-job selves. You should realize that, since once upon a time, you tried to fix a broken man.” He turns to me and cocks his eyebrow.

I open my mouth, but he puts up his hand. “Let me save you the excuses. I have eyes and ears all over this league. Again, Tedi, I like you, but you fight me too much. Start doing what I’m saying, or I’ll make another call up to your boss.”

He stands and walks away.

I slink down in my seat before I storm up the stairs, jump on his back, and throw him to the floor.

“I hate him,” Eloise says. “And you don’t think?—”

“Can we keep it to ourselves right now?” I’m going to tell Tweetie, but he’s not going to want anyone else to know about it.

“Of course.” She nods, giving me a concerned look.

The lights dim, and the announcer comes on. I sit up straight, excited to see Tweetie play, but the entire time, I will myself to believe that this will not make him spiral. Whatever happens, wherever he ends up, we’ll get through to the other side together this time.

Fifty-Eight

Tweetie

“I have no idea how you have the energy for this, but I am not complaining,” Tedi says, her fingernails digging into my shoulder blades harder with every one of my thrusts.

Her back is to the wall, and she’s wearing my T-shirt. I made a mental note to get her my jersey even if she’s just wearing it in private.

We didn’t make it two steps into my condo before we were on each other, stripping one another out of our clothes. The only time we parted was when I ran to my bedroom to grab a condom.

“Fuck, Tweetie. It feels so good.”

“You feel good.” And she does. It was always different with Tedi. Still is.

The urgency, the feral need, the feeling of never getting enough of her—it’s addicting, and I love every fucking minute of it.

She slides her hand down between us.

I groan. “Yeah, babe, touch yourself.”

Her head hits the wall, and her free arm wraps around my neck. Both of us glance down. I watch her circle her clit while my cock drags in and out of her. I’m barely holding on.

“God, I’m so wet.”

The only noise in my condo is our breathing and the sound of me driving into her. She’s moaning and whimpering, and I don’t relent, because she’s close, and I can’t wait to see her come apart around me.

She clenches around me, and her eyes shut, my name slipping from her lips, then her body goes limp in my arms for a moment.

Before she’s fully recovered, she slips her hand out from between us and runs her arousal over my lips. I suck her fingers with a moan. The taste of her makes my balls draw tight, and with one final thrust, I still, unable to hold it back any longer. She tightens her legs, giving my arms a reprieve while I empty myself into the condom.

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