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Love you too.Miss you.Xo
Then Jasmine.
(Me)
Agent called in a panic.Woodman says half the team hates me, the other half has my back.Dad and brothers think it’s career suicide.Should I take a soap making workshop?
(Jasmine)
LOL.Let me know if there is anything I can do to help.You’re a good man, Maverick Roy.You did the right thing, and hopefully, more players will be able to speak out against predators on their team now that you’ve opened the floodgates.
Lastly, I texted Roman.
Those who are against me are the problem.We all know it.We all also know what Henderson is like.None of us are surprised.He needs to be held accountable.If my career ends over this, then so be it.
I set my phone, screen down, on the coffee table, leaned back against the couch and closed my eyes, rubbing my knuckles into them and moaning at how good it felt.The drive home was a blur, but now I had a moment to collect my thoughts, and they immediately went to Gabrielle.
So she was avoiding me.
I wasn’t imagining things.And she was attracted to me too.She was just too afraid to admit it.
At least she didn’t see me as a son, or think it was icky.
Maybe I needed to give them—her—more space for a bit though.
My phone vibrated on the table, but I ignored it and kept my eyes closed.
It dinged again.
If it was my father or brothers again, I was going to throw my phone into the ocean.Groaning, I pried open my eyes again and grabbed it.
Luckily, it wasn’t a text from either of them, but rather one from Damon.
Hey, Mav.You able to hang out tonight?
I heaved a sigh and pinched the bridge of my nose as I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my knees.I was able to hang out tonight, but after the awkwardness with Gabrielle earlier, I knew I needed to give them some more space.
Reluctantly, I texted him back.
Hey, Damon.I can’t tonight.Sorry.
He texted back immediately.
Have I done something wrong?
Shit.
What was I supposed to say?I don’t think we should hang out because I’m into your mom and I think she’s into me, but she doesn’t want to be, and we’ve now gone and made it really awkward and weird.
But that’s not what I said.
You’ve done nothing wrong, bud.I just don’t want to be an imposition and put pressure on your mom to feed me.
Another immediate response.
There’s no pressure.She’s fine with it.
(Me)
