Page 115 of Biggest Player
I have no idea why I’m surprised.
He is, after all, a superstar athlete.
I keep forgetting that fact because while Dex is larger than life physically—he is literally a giant—he doesn’t act like the pompous ass I originally thought him to be.
But his house?
Has gates.
Wyatt would be crapping her pants right now if she saw this house.
I pull through after entering the gate code. They open slowly—automatically—and I ease my car over the pavers, which are brick.
The fact that someone younger than I am can afford a place like this is blowing my freaking mind.
For real.
I put the car in park, checking my reflection in the rearview mirror. Add lip gloss. Smooth a hand over my hair.
I catch sight of a man in a car parked across the street just before the gates slide closed again—it looks like he’s taking pictures.
My head shakes.
No, that can’t be.
I primp a few more seconds, stomach in knots before I push my car door open, and as I’m about to step out and put one foot onto the driveway, my cell phone begins chiming.
It’s Colton.
Dude has the worst timing ...
He has Wyatt, so the alarm inside my brain goes off, mothering kicking into high gear.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as soon as I answer, resting back against the front seat, mindful that Dex could look out his front window at any moment and see me lingering in my car.
“Nothing’s wrong. Is this a bad time?”
A bad time? “Kind of, but go ahead.”
“What are you up to?”
“I ...” I swallow. “I have a date, if you really need to know.”
He does not need to know.
In fact, Colton rarely inquires about how I’m doing or what I’m up to. He literally does not give a shit.
Sure he cares somewhat because I am the mother of his daughter, but ...
It’s not normal for him to ask, just sayin’.
“A date? Since when do you have a date?” My ex laughs in a way I can tell means he doesn’t believe me and in a tone that’s mildly insulting. There are times I’m reminded of the reasons he and I did not work out, and this cocky attitude is one of them. Deep down in my soul, I truly thinkColtonbelieves I’m still single because I harbor feelings for him, which could not be further from the truth.
I want to prove him wrong so badly. “It’s someone I’ve been seeing for a while.” I sigh so he knows this conversation is wearing on my nerves. “What was it you said you needed?”
“Wy—she wanted me to ask if it was okay for her to color her hair blue.”
Say what now?
