Page 92 of Tutoring Mr. Hotshot

This is even bigger than I thought.

And funnily enough, part of me has the itch to call up Hollis to tell him his information is correct. I can’t do that though because it implies I know who did everything. It’s best if I keep these secrets to myself.

“That seems excessive,” I admit aloud. “Him not being on campus would have been enough.”

He shakes his head quickly as his hands land on my thighs. The touch is distracting at first. It’s only as he speaks that my focus settles.

“I wanted to do so much more. He deserved the pain and suffering you’ve been through. Him and the others. Aries insisted I shouldn’t go after them all since I need the team to be able to play. Besides, the warehouse isn’t built for that type of project.”

“Warehouse?”

“Don’t worry about that part,” he replies quickly. Almost too quickly.

There’s something he isn’t telling me. While I should be worried about it, all I feel is a deep sort of relief. Liam is really gone. He won’t bother me ever again. The guys who hung around him said they’ll leave me alone too.

It’s as if everything is finally working out.

And I suspect it’s all thanks to the man in front of me.

The man I get to call Daddy.

EPILOGUE

Andry

People flood the entrance the minute the gates open. I tighten my hold on Rodney’s hand as I guide us through the mass.

“It’s this way,” Bellamy calls out from the front of the group.

We’re all at the stadium today to support a new Bellport venture. This time around, instead of buying a hockey team or a football team, the family has invested in baseball.

Royce, another Bellport sibling I met recently, has taken on the role of owner of the team. They are in the early stages of the process; however, everyone swears it’s going to be amazing.

I’m not as sure.

Especially not after I heard Royce muttering to themself about how they fucking hated the previous owner and wanted nothing to do with them. I didn’t bring it up to anyone else since it was an accident that I walked in on them.

The Bellport family home is confusing, ok. It’s easy to get turned around in that place.

Besides, Royce is fiercely independent.

They’ve built their own success outside of their family’s name and influence. I’m sure some people find them because of it, however most don’t. It’s actually kind of cool how talented they are.

Hopefully that talent can be used for this team.

We manage to make it to the private family box Royce told us to take for today’s game. It’s up high enough to see everything on the field, yet secluded in a way that means none of us need to worry about people overhearing us. The boys can chat freely or drop into little space while us Daddies observe the game and how the stadium runs.

Royce asked us all to come as part of their evaluation of things. I think they hated asking for help; however, they know we might see things they can’t.

As professional athletes, our attention to detail is unmatched.

Well, most of us are professional. I’m still waiting for the day I get to be part of the draft.

Jake has already promised me a spot on the Bears if I want it. I’d be a fool to not accept. It’s my dream team, and it gives me the opportunity to be close to my boy.

“This is amazing,” Rodney says from my side at the glass.

We watch as more fans settle into their seats. According to the data, this won’t be a sold-out crowd. It’s another thing Royce wanted us to watch out for.

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