Page 84 of West Bound

“I don’t give a flying fuck if you were having lunch with the President. And obviously you haven’t checked your phone in some time because if you had, you’d have seen what I sent you.”

My hands freeze above the keyboard and I pull the phone off my shoulder. “You did? Hold on.”

I touch the screen and scroll to my text messages and see I have several unread from Phoenix, but only two of them have images attached. I ignore the texts that are no doubt him barking at me for not replying, and go straight to the pictures.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

The first picture I see is of Phoenix standing in front of a fogged up mirror in his hotel bathroom, gripping a towel to cover the good stuff. The next photo…

I gasp and feel my heart do the same. If it could talk, it would’ve said, “I’m out bitch. Good luck with your life.”

It’s the same pose–foggy mirror, hot guy–but this time instead of a towel that he’s holding, it’s his hard dick. Large and imposing. I take two fingers and zoom in and just about drop my phone when I see that a bead of pre-cum sits at the tip.

“Were you jacking off?” I ask quickly.

“Guess you’ll never know now, will you. See…if you would’ve been a good girl and done as I told you, we could’ve had some fun.”

“But I’m at work,” I protest. “I can take a lunch and-and–”

“No,” he snaps. “Now you’re going to be punished, Peaches.” I gulp at his gravelly voice.

“What are you going to do?” I ask, my nerves rising up my throat and out of my mouth.

He lets out a deep chuckle that warns of impending danger. “Oh, Peaches. You’ll just have to wait and see.”

The line goes dead and my knees turn weak. Whatever Phoenix has planned for me, I have a feeling that I won’t be sitting or walking straight for days.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

VIVIAN

The plane's wheels touchdown and immediately, passengers begin turning their phones back on. When my own reconnects with WiFi, I get a flurry of emails, texts from the girls–one from CeCe complaining about Luca and telling me she’ll meet me for lunch in the hotel restaurant–and one from Phoenix. Six words…he sent a six word text and that has me quaking.

Phoenix: Black Mercedes. Driver’s name is Richard.

I stare at the text, wondering if I should respond. I note the time and wonder if he’s still at the hotel, or if he’s left with the team. I decide to just leave it be and look for Richard after I collect my luggage.

I walk out into the warm California afternoon. Or rather, morning since Texas time is two hours ahead. With that it definitely means Phoenix is at the hotel and there is no chance I’m getting away with not getting my “punishment” before the game.

I look at the cars parked along the curb and see a black Mercedes further down the line. As I get closer, the driver steps out and moves towards me.

“Ms. Kelley?” he asks.

“Yes. Hi. Are you Richard?”

He gives me a small nod and a matching small smile. “Yes, ma’am. If you’ll let me take your bag from here and please have a seat,” he opens the back passenger door and I slip inside. “We’ll be on our way in a moment.”

He closes my door, places my suitcase in the trunk, steps back inside the driver's seat and zooms off.

We made pleasant conversation on the rather long drive to the hotel–thanks California traffic–and pulled up to the hotel forty-five minutes later.

“Thank you so much, Richard. I hope the rest of your day goes well. And congratulations on the new baby,” I tell him as he hands me my luggage.

“Thank you, Ms. Kelley. And I would wish your team good luck but…” he holds out his hands and shrugs.

Laughing I reply, “I understand. I’d feel the same way if the number one team stepped into my city.” I smile and wink and he laughs, gets in his car and drives off.

Stepping into the lobby I see it’s unusually quiet but then again, it is a Wednesday mid-morning. Guests have probably either gone off to their meetings or are already out, exploring the city.

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