Dirty Baller: A Secret Baby Sports Romance

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Author: Vesper Vaughn
banging one of the subjects of my article. This piece is make or break for my entire career.
    Fornicating with one of the subjects is strictly against the ethics of journalism.
    So I won’t go to his room.
    I’ll just…go to the bar and maybe run into him down there. Yeah.
    That’s all.
    I can interview him for the article, if he happens to be there. And we can sit with an entire table between us and a whole bar full of people there as witnesses.
    There’s no way he can get his hands on me the way I want him to if we’re in public, right?
    This plan is foolproof. Entirely, utterly foolproof.
    I’ll go to the bar and drink. Talk to Ryan. And we most certainly won’t end up having sex again.
    No, definitely not.
     

CHAPTER SIX
    RYAN
    I stay behind in the locker room to make sure Terence is really gone. If I see him again, there’s no way that I won’t punch him in the face. Fighting and my anger management problem are the entire reasons I’m stuck in Hounslow instead of up north with my mates.
    I have to toe the line, as Ivan reminds me on the way to the Tube.
    “Keep your nose clean, head down, Mackenzie. And you’ll do just fine here. We’re lucky to have gotten a player like you. But if you end up causing more drama for this team than is necessary, I won’t hesitate to kick you out on your arse. Understood?”
    I nod and wave goodbye to him. I’m still fucking angry, and want nothing more than to get back to my hotel, shower, and then bang on the door of the woman I fucked last night.
    Which is completely and utterly unlike me.
    Not the fucking part. That is just like me.
    I mean the part where I want to fuck the same woman again is unlike me.
    But God help me, I cannot get that redhead out of my mind. The way she smelled. The way she tasted in my mouth, a mixture of sweet and salty. How she yelled out my name as she climaxed for the fourth time in the space of an hour.
    I fuck supermodels who are a foot taller than Hayley and fifty pounds skinnier.
    And yet…
    All I can think about is her.
    I spend the Tube ride thinking over my blue balls and nearly get off on the wrong floor at the hotel. I hurry in the shower, thinking that even if she isn’t a one-night stand, at least she’s leaving the country in a few weeks.
    This is short-term, no matter how I slice it.
    I towel off and pull on my nicest black polo and dark jeans, shoving my feet into black suede trainers. I spritz myself with an extra dosage of cologne.
    Fuck. Am I actually making myself pretty for this woman?
    I shake my head and walk outside, banging on the door next to mine.
    She doesn’t answer. I knock harder. “Hayley,” I say.
    A woman comes out of the room four doors down, giving me a suspicious look. I stop knocking. The last thing I need is for the press to run a piece on me saying that I’m some sort of angry hotel predator.
    I give up and take the lift down to the bar, resigned to the fact that I won’t be seeing Hayley tonight.
    But when I walk into the bar, I realize something.
    It’s my lucky night, two nights in a row.
    Hayley is sitting there in a v-neck tee that reveals more of her cleavage than I would have guessed she was comfortable showing off. Yet there it is, rising and falling with each breath she takes.
    She already has a pitcher of Pimm’s and is sitting at our table.
    Fuck, did I just say our table? What the bloody hell is wrong with me?
    I walk over and clear my throat. “Is this seat taken?”
    Hayley bites her lip, and suddenly I’m of a mind to do the same thing to her.
    “As long as you stay on your side, we’ll be fine,” she replies, sitting up straighter.
    “You shouldn’t have worn that top if you wanted me to stay on my side,” I say with a sexy smile.
    She blushes. “Sit. This is strictly business, nothing else.”
    I slide into the booth on the opposite side of the table. “Alright. I think I can do that.”
    I pour out my own glass and drink half of it in one swallow.
    Hayley clears her
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