Page 21 of Scoring Chance
As Dean carefully read the terms of his new Nike contract, he felt overwhelmed and blessed. The hefty price tag was the highest for a hockey athlete ever and Dean certainly felt the pressure. It went beyond shoes, but athletic and training gear, and a training app where Dean would upload weekly training sessions.
It was unprecedented for a hockey player. Many still considered hockey to be brutal and barbaric. Dean gave it a face – albeit a pretty one – and showed despite his movie star good looks, he could rough it out with the best of them.
Now, he had 300 million reasons why.
Guaranteed over the next ten years of life, the contract didn’t count the other numerous endorsements Dean had in place – reported around twenty million – nor did it count his annual fourteen million salary from the Kings. Not only was Dean a phenom on the ice, he was officially the highest-paid hockey player of all time.
He took it all in stride. He didn’t grow up poor but he could remember times when his parents often did without simply because they couldn’t afford it. He could vividly recall the times his mother often picked out clothes for him to put on layaway, only to not receive said clothes because she couldn’t afford to take them out.
Now Dean could afford to buy his mother whatever she wanted and more.
“Was there anything else?” One of the Nike executives asked.
Dean shook his head. “No, that’s it.”
“We look forward in having a long-term contract, Dean.” Another executive stood up and Dean followed suit, shaking hands with him as well as the other executives. “We have a lot of ideas in mind.”
“Yeah, my girl wasn’t too pleased with the new commercial idea,” Dean chuckled, “but I think once she sees my new look, she’ll like it.”
“You will look amazing!” A female executive clamored. “I hope she likes it! I most certainly do!”
“Well, we’ll see. She’s the boss.” Dean glanced down at his phone. He left Sydney back in L.A. and traveled up to the Nike headquarters with just his lawyer in tow. “Anyway, let me know if you guys need anything else from me. We’ll be in touch!”
Dean and his lawyer left the Nike headquarters and headed back to the airport. Once they checked in and settled on the plane, Dean finally had a moment to relax. He was physically exhausted.
Mentally, he was recharged. A new connection was built between he and Sydney and Dean was anxious to get back to her. He knew she was busy with Quinn and would spend most of her time with him but he just wanted to see her. He felt like a love-struck highschooler who just discovered his #WomanCrushWednesday liked him back.
“I need to talk to you about the prenup terms,” Dean’s lawyer, Samuel, began. He was an older gentleman with a thin frame and white hair. His face, tone, and body spoke he didn’t put up with anyone’s bullshit and that’s why Dean liked him. The older man always gave it to him straight. “Have you presented the contract to her?”
“We just got back together and we’re not even engaged,” Dean replied, “there’s no point for it.”
“Very well,” Samuel’s voice was low and silvery, “the moment you two become betrothed again, you need to bring up the prenuptial agreement and make sure she’s signs it.”
Dean thought about Jameson and his wealth. He loved Sarah so much, he was willing to risk everything to have her as his bride. He admired Jameson’s attitude but felt more reserved about his fortune.
He also knew if it weren’t Sydney, it wouldn’t be a question if the woman was going to sign a prenup; Dean would demand it. He wondered if his demand for a prenup would finally push Sydney away. “I will.”
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It was a glorious day in Rebecca MacDonald’s world.
Her yoga and Pilates training paid off as she fit into the teeny-weeny bikini that currently graced her toned body. She’d just signed a new contract with Bravo TV, ensuring not only would she appear on several more seasons of Real Housewives but she’ll also get her own spinoff as well.
Life was great. It would be even better with Dean by her side.
She’d finally recovered from the insane amount of sex they had over the past week. Sex? No. It waslovemaking. They’d made love. Dean fucked her with angry and powerful strokes, as if he’d missed her just as much as she’d missed him.
Things were different, she could tell. Dean used to be eager to orally please her but he didn’t at all. It was almost as if he refused to do it. Rebecca refused to take it so personally. Maybe he was distracted with other things and that wasn’t on his menu. It was fine. She made sure she gave him head he wouldn’t forget.
Between sessions, he didn’t speak very much or hardly at all. His eyes were lost on the TV screen in front of him as he zoned out on TV and movies. One time he took her was they watchedFrozenand once they were done, they went back to watching the cartoon movie as if nothing occurred between them.
Rebecca knew why Dean was being King Asshole – Sydney. Just thinking about the younger and rather naïve woman made Rebecca’s straightened hair frizz up. How dare she hurtherDean like that?
Dean had his issues but he didn’t deserve to be discarded the way Sydney did to him. Especially after everything Dean did for Sydney. He’d practically rescued her from the ghetto slums and a bad neighborhood.
Okay, so maybe that wasn’t entirely true but still, Rebecca reasoned to herself, Dean did a lot for Sydney and she needed to treat him with respect or leave him alone.
The doorbell rang and Rebecca snapped back to the present. Her bare feet scurried along the cold surface of her hardwood floor so she wouldn’t be rude to her guest. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
