ROMANCE: BAD BOY ROMANCE: Mister Perfect: (Alpha Male Billionaire Football Star and BBW Pregnancy Romance)(A Best Friend's Brother Contemporary New Adult Sports Romantic Secret Baby Romance) (5 page)

              "How did you find out?"

              "He told me he'd met someone, but he couldn't tell me who. He said she was sweet and funny
and smart and sexy and amazing, and I knew. I knew. I think it would be great if you did get married. You'd be officially family then. My sister."

              "You are my sister," Amber said, but she knew that it would be a while before they could think
about really being in-laws. Taylor already had so many commitments. The next one might be the one to break them.

This time Taylor had flown Amber out and now she was on his turf. He was such a jet setter that his turf included almost every state of the US. She'd been here fewer than 24 hours and
she'd already seen him mobbed several times for an autograph, which he always gave, treating each fan like he or she were the most important person in the world. She understood why they wanted to be near him. He was magical,
and not just on the field. There was an aura around him, attracting people like moths in the night.

              "Are we lost?" Amber said.

              "Do I look lost to you?" he said, completely relaxed.

              "No. But we're outside a football stadium in the middle of the night."

              "How would you like to be inside the football stadium in the middle of the night?" he said and
set to work on the gate.

              "Taylor, there's no-one here."

              "Exactly."

              With a final check that no-one was clearly watching them, he tugged the gate and it opened up.

              "Is this legal?" Amber said.

              "Hurry up," was Taylor's reply.

              "I called in a favor," Taylor said, putting his arm around Amber's shoulder. "We've
got about an hour."

              "What are you planning to do that we need an hour for?" Amber asked, grinning.

              "Whatever you ask," Taylor said. "And then some."

              He led the way through the tunnel towards the field with a flashlight, their footsteps echoing spookily.
She was almost as happy as she'd ever been, with him holding her tight, the way only he could, those muscular arms around her, making her feet truly protected, and yet there was something bothering her. She felt that she
should have been happy, but she was afraid that this would all end. A few words from her could ruin this whole thing.

              When they were out in the open again, he led her onto the field.

              "This is where I played my first professional match. It all changed here. This is where I lost myself,
lost sight of what was really important. It became all about the game, the lifestyle, the cars, the clothes. Even the boat to some extent."

              The atmosphere was incredible. She stumbled slightly as the texture of the ground changed from concrete
to grass. She trusted Taylor to guide her as she gazed up at row upon row of seats, stretching in tiers almost as far as she could see. It made her think of the amphitheaters in Rome and she felt very small and scared. like
this was a showdown to the death of their relationship and she had no weapon.

              "How do you play out here?" Amber asked as they walked hand-in-hand from the end zone to the
center.

              "You don't think about the crowd when you're out here," he said. "Just the team
and the opponent. That's what they pay me for. My job is to keep my mind on the game, no matter what."

              "I don't want to take the edge of your performance; you're so beautiful to watch," Amber
said, "but I can't bring myself to let you go either."

              "I don't want you to let me go. I've got one more season in me. I'm going to do it, for
you, for me and the fans. To hell with the advertising. My lawyers can work that one out. Once I'm done with the next season, It'll just be me and you. Can you handle that?"

              "Taylor, it's never going to be just us ..."

              "I know you hate the sneaking around, but it's just one more year of being subtle. It's not
hiding."

              "I'm not talking about that."

              "If you want some kind of symbol of my commitment, that can happen."

              She didn't realize they had reached the center line, but they had, and here he got down on one knee
and produced a box from his jacket pocket.

              "Amber, will you marry me?" he said.

              She opened the box and inside was an engagement ring with a diamond visible even in the dark.

              "Holy shit, Taylor," she said.

              "Is that a yes?"

              "Yes! Yes!" she said. "Get up here."

              He stood up and she launched herself at him. He caught her and spun her around once through 360 degrees
as they kissed, like in the movies, she thought, except not like the movies, because there was something else. This was the bit where everything was going to change. She was on the cusp of having a new family and the fear
of losing it was so intense.

              "I love you," she said. "But ..."

              "I need you," he said into her ear. "I need you in my life, like I've never needed
anything before."

              "Taylor."

              Taylor slid his hands expertly beneath her blouse and she responded to his touch, pressing herself against
him, giving him full access to her body.

              "Taylor."

              In the stadium, even at night, she couldn't shake off the feeling that they were being watched, filmed
even, by an invisible crowd in the seats tiered high above them, in the tunnels, in the press box.

              Still, she drew her nails across his skin, which made him hiss and draw her near, his ardor almost violent.

              "Taylor," she whispered, removing his hands from her ass.

              "What is it?"

              "I'm -"

              A sound came from all around like the hissing of a dozen snakes and Amber yelped, first at the noise and
then at the sensation that followed.

              "It's the sprinklers," Taylor said, sheltering her. "We're about to get soaked."

              He started to lead Amber off the field, but she shook her head.

              "Unless you haven't noticed, it's raining on the center line, baby."

              "I don't care," she said, water running down her face like tears. "I can't go until
I've told you something."

              He smiled, amused, as they both got drenched.

              "You is crazy lady," he joked. "I like."

              "I is pregnant lady," she replied.

              As Taylor sat in the wet grass, as though someone had cut his strings, she couldn't tell if he was
shocked or shattered by her news. His head was down.

              I'm going to have our baby, she thought. And I'll love our baby as much as I love you, whatever
happens. I'll always love you both, no matter what.

              No matter how.

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