Line of Scrimmage: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (Pass To Win Book 2) by Roxy Sinclaire Page A
Authors: Roxy Sinclaire
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interview and I might as well keep my promise. The adrenaline was still pumping through my veins, I entered the studio where a good friend of mine was waiting for me. We shook hands and the interview began.
The first two or three questions were interesting, but then all of it started to bore me. Come on, idiot, shorten it up , I shouted to myself. What a dick! I just wanted a nice round booty to place my hand on and a warm bed. After that the list would go on and on, but thinking of that would make me hard so I stopped. Instead I got these crappy questions. Splendid! I smiled for the camera. Just like I had for the past eight years. Smile and look pretty.
Finally , it ended after a couple of hours and I was out of the building. All I needed was a relaxing round of sex with a girl I had picked up at a bar.
An hour later all rushed and sweaty I entered the terminal. It was time to go home apparently. I leafed through a newspaper and got a coffee from the nearby shop. My head was aching badly.
It was fascinating how the airports were always so full of people. And for me that meant fans and security problems. Luckily, I had remembered to bring a cap with me, which I put on now. I also put on some black shades I found in my bag. I was totally unrecognizable. I sighed in relief. Phew!
The newspapers had nothing new to say. Ironically. The same stories, the same people making headlines… The infinite circle that went on and on. I realized that I had become a part of that circle and shuddered. Why was I having such deep thoughts now? Sleepy. That was all.
My flight was in about an hour, so I had some time on my hands. And at that same moment the inbound flights had landed and the terminal was flooded with passengers. They were hugging relatives and friends, sharing love, while others just exited the airport and boarded a taxi. The airports were actual representations of life and all it brought.
From the door came a beautiful, dark-haired young woman. She was dressed elegantly in a cream suit. I would recognize that face anywhere. Model-like with wonderful eyes, a small nose and full lips.
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
Was that Kayla Vaughn? No, it couldn’t be. No chance. What would she be doing here? But, oh my, she was so hot and sexy. I didn’t remember her like this. Had she changed? Did I? It didn’t matter.
There was one other thing that was incredibly important. Vital, even. Kayla. My Kayla was holding a little girl by her hand. She had long hair like Kayla’s and was unimaginably cute. She could be four? Five? No. She was much older than that. When did I lose my grip on reality? This short, sweet girl was surely going to school. So, perhaps seven or… Eight? Eight years! The number loomed before my eyes. Eight.
I ran a hand across my hair. “Oh my God,” I said out loud. “This is not happening to me. Oh my freaking God! This can’t be real! What’s wrong with me?” I was panicking. It had been exactly eight years since Kayla and I had broken up. And had our last sex.
I put my hands over my eyes and all I was staring at now was blackness. My ears still caught every sound from the busy terminal. But I shut myself off. Nothing existed for me anymore.
Could this girl be my daughter? One voice said.
No. The other replied. She would have told you, you idiot.
What if she kept it a secret? The first voice argued in my head.
Kayla’s not like that at all. She would have called you immediately. The second voice gained dominance in my voice.
Would she? The first one asked.
Okay. It was official. This was making me crazy. No, scratch that. Absolutely, utterly mental!
“Wake up, Sean. Wake up now. You’ll see the hot model next to her and you’ll kiss her and screw her some more and everything will be fine,” I whispered like a madman, but that was all I could do.
Then I raised my eyes only to see Kayla and the girl leaving. Without thinking, I stood up and sprinted in their direction. My muscles were
The first two or three questions were interesting, but then all of it started to bore me. Come on, idiot, shorten it up , I shouted to myself. What a dick! I just wanted a nice round booty to place my hand on and a warm bed. After that the list would go on and on, but thinking of that would make me hard so I stopped. Instead I got these crappy questions. Splendid! I smiled for the camera. Just like I had for the past eight years. Smile and look pretty.
Finally , it ended after a couple of hours and I was out of the building. All I needed was a relaxing round of sex with a girl I had picked up at a bar.
An hour later all rushed and sweaty I entered the terminal. It was time to go home apparently. I leafed through a newspaper and got a coffee from the nearby shop. My head was aching badly.
It was fascinating how the airports were always so full of people. And for me that meant fans and security problems. Luckily, I had remembered to bring a cap with me, which I put on now. I also put on some black shades I found in my bag. I was totally unrecognizable. I sighed in relief. Phew!
The newspapers had nothing new to say. Ironically. The same stories, the same people making headlines… The infinite circle that went on and on. I realized that I had become a part of that circle and shuddered. Why was I having such deep thoughts now? Sleepy. That was all.
My flight was in about an hour, so I had some time on my hands. And at that same moment the inbound flights had landed and the terminal was flooded with passengers. They were hugging relatives and friends, sharing love, while others just exited the airport and boarded a taxi. The airports were actual representations of life and all it brought.
From the door came a beautiful, dark-haired young woman. She was dressed elegantly in a cream suit. I would recognize that face anywhere. Model-like with wonderful eyes, a small nose and full lips.
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
Was that Kayla Vaughn? No, it couldn’t be. No chance. What would she be doing here? But, oh my, she was so hot and sexy. I didn’t remember her like this. Had she changed? Did I? It didn’t matter.
There was one other thing that was incredibly important. Vital, even. Kayla. My Kayla was holding a little girl by her hand. She had long hair like Kayla’s and was unimaginably cute. She could be four? Five? No. She was much older than that. When did I lose my grip on reality? This short, sweet girl was surely going to school. So, perhaps seven or… Eight? Eight years! The number loomed before my eyes. Eight.
I ran a hand across my hair. “Oh my God,” I said out loud. “This is not happening to me. Oh my freaking God! This can’t be real! What’s wrong with me?” I was panicking. It had been exactly eight years since Kayla and I had broken up. And had our last sex.
I put my hands over my eyes and all I was staring at now was blackness. My ears still caught every sound from the busy terminal. But I shut myself off. Nothing existed for me anymore.
Could this girl be my daughter? One voice said.
No. The other replied. She would have told you, you idiot.
What if she kept it a secret? The first voice argued in my head.
Kayla’s not like that at all. She would have called you immediately. The second voice gained dominance in my voice.
Would she? The first one asked.
Okay. It was official. This was making me crazy. No, scratch that. Absolutely, utterly mental!
“Wake up, Sean. Wake up now. You’ll see the hot model next to her and you’ll kiss her and screw her some more and everything will be fine,” I whispered like a madman, but that was all I could do.
Then I raised my eyes only to see Kayla and the girl leaving. Without thinking, I stood up and sprinted in their direction. My muscles were
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