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My eyes race between his to see he is serious and I nod once before heading to my car.

It doesn’t matter what he says, if it comes down to keeping Paige safe or my career, I choose her every time, and I always will.

Now I just have to get her to sign this paperwork somehow…Fuck.

Chapter 17

Paige

I smile as I walk towards the arena from the subway, enjoying the sun beaming down on me while the cold air surrounds me.

I feel happy, and ever since I opened up to Dante, I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, and my chest feels light, lighter than I have ever felt before.

I think of my parents and don’t want to curl up in a ball or jump in front of a bus, instead I smile. When I gently traced my finger over my old toys from my parents, memories hit me, and they hit me hard but instead of sadness, all I heard was my giggles from back when I made up stories and did shows for my parents like Emma now does when she apparently plays with them and it makes me cherish them instead of trying to squash them.

Dante has brought happiness within me. Don’t get me wrong, the guilt still consumes me, but he helps ease it because, to be fair, he was right. Uncle Rocco and Aunt Tyra were both right, and Ellen.

It wasn’t my fault, it was fate being a bitch.

I was eight years old, a kid, and I lost my whole world that day and now, Dante is becoming my world.

Smiling to myself, I open the door to the arena and walk inside but pause when I look near the reception desk and see Dante, and my smile instantly widens. It soon slowly falls when I notice Caz standing before him, twirling her finger in her hair as she unbuttons a few buttons on her tight white top.

A sick feeling begins to swirl, and my stomach tightens as I watch her take a step closer to him. She unbuttons some more of the buttons on her blouse, ensuring her bright pink bra is noticeable, but I don’t move, I don’t run, I wait.

We’ve only technically been together for five, maybe six weeks, but he’s given me no reason to doubt him, even after trying to mess with my schedule to piss me off before we slept together, he hasn’t given me a reason that he’ll stray.

Dante is a straight forward guy who says it like it is and I’m not going to be one of those girls who see something bad and run away thinking the wrong thing. I’d rather watch first then react later.

Dante narrows his eyes at her, and I watch her head moves to his lips before she quickly moves forward, but before any part of her can touch him, Dante steps to the side and growls, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

Caz sighs and replies, “You didn’t mind when you bent me over in the locker room and fucked my ass.”

I scrunch my nose up in disgust. He screwed her ass seriously and she’s proud of that?

Dante fists his hands and snaps, “I fucked you once six weeks ago when I didn’t want to give into my feeling for my girl, and I fucked your ass because I refused to fuck pussy when someone tried to claim I knocked them up in college so back the fuck up. You’re not that fucking special, Caz, you were a means to an end, and we both know you have fucked five of the players on my fucking team since we had a blip, so stop trying to make us into something we never were!”

My bottom lip wobbles at his confession and oddly it was sweet because well, he’s never screwed my ass although I am now wondering what that would feel like…

Hmmm….

I shake my head to get my lusty thoughts out of the way while my heart flutters knowing this man just continues to prove himself in our relationship. And yeah, we’re in a relationship. We’ve both declared our love, he took me to the hospital where his family was, and he’s just called me his girl.

We’re in a relationship.

“Wow,” I say, getting their attention. Dante’s head swings my way, and his face pales while Caz glares at me.

“Do you mind, we’re trying to have a private conversation?!” she sneers, and I tilt my head while Dante, well, he looks like the Dante that beat the crap out of Andrew who apparently left town as he glares at Caz.

And there goes my clit again.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize you were having a private conversation with my boyfriend, who apparently fucked your ass a few days before he screwed me,” I say, and Dante’s head swings my way in shock.

“What the hell are you talking about? You are so delusional. You have another man’s name tattooed on your arm, and you're claiming the highest-wanted player in the league. Get lost bitch!” Caz snaps causing Dante to growl and take a menacing steptowards her which she doesn’t notice, her focus fully on me, and I snort.

“Okay one, I have my deceased four-month-old little brother's name tattooed on my arm. He was in the car that killed my parents, you know the reason why I’m in the arena to begin with,” I state candidly, and her face pales, and I continue, “And secondly, Dante and I have been seeing each other for over a month after he took me up against the wall in the rink and not in my ass either although come to think of it, finding out he screwed you before we started something explains why you came to my place of work and threatened me to stop fraternizing with the players or I’ll be banned from here.”

Caz swallows hard as Dante growls, “You did fucking what!?”

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