Page 29 of Scoring Chance
Eleven
“So, what do you think?” Dean asked as the stylist turned him around.
Sydney folded her arms. The cut and color looked amazing on him. They went with a dark brown, almost black. The stylist not only colored his hair but also his beard. It made his green eyes stood out and even sharper.
He looked like a bad boy rock star or biker; the type of guy that every woman wanted to be with but knows she shouldn’t. She wanted to hate the new look but Dean looked smoldering with it. “It’s…it’s alright.”
Dean smiled at his girlfriend. He could tell she was lying and was trying to hold her true opinion. “Just alright?”
“Okay, fine. You look absolutely hot and amazing!” Sydney chuckled. “When’s the commercial shoot?”
“In a couple of days!” Dean replied. “It’ll only take a day or two and that’s it.”
“And then you can change it back?” Sydney inquired.
“And I can have my hair grow out before I change it back. Besides if I dye it again now, it’ll fall out.” Dean tipped the stylist and walked hand in hand with his girlfriend to his parked BMW. They buckled up and drove off. “So what are we doing now?”
“I need to head over to Quinn’s home to continue working on the mural I’m doing for him. And that’s pretty much it. It’ll be a late day so I’ll be home late.”
“Did you want to spend the night at my house tonight?” Dean asked. “It’s been a while since you’ve been there.”
“No, it hasn’t!” Sydney defended. “I was there just the other day.”
“No, it’s been a while since you spent the night there,” he corrected, “I want you to.”
Sydney glanced over to him and smiled. “Really?”
“Really,” he kissed her hand, “it’s your home, too.”
“Well, no. It’s your home.” She replied. “I just stay there from time to time.”
“Hey,” they stopped at a red light and Dean looked over. “It’s your home, too, baby. I know we’re still taking things slow and what-not but I want you to move back in with me. I don’t like doing this my place and your place when we haveour place.”
Sydney’s heart warmed. “I like the sound of that. But I need to finish working on this piece. I’m supposed to shadowing him for a week so I can get a better idea of what to include in his mural.”
“Let me know what time you’ll be finished. I’ll go pick you up.” Dean nodded.
“I can drive, you know.” She replied.
“I know you can,” he kissed her hand again, “I want to pick you up.”
“I’ll call.” She smiled. “What are you going to do this afternoon?”
“I need to meet with Ian and go over the transfer of property and that’s it. I’ll work out, relax, and just wait for you.” He stared at her. “Can’t wait to see you tonight.”
“You’re going to keep me up all night?”
Dean began driving again. “Yes.”
~~~~~
It didn’t matter whenever Dean saw Ian, he always had the same pompous-ass look as if he did a slip and slide into a pile of dog shit.
Dressed immaculately in a business suit on a blistering August day, Ian looked like he just stepped out of a GQ photo shoot. He looked, walked, and talked like old money with a thick stain of arrogant asshole in every sentence.
He mostly went unnoticed before and if Dean were completely honest, Ian was invisible. He wasn’t present at any games, team meetings, or even functions. In fact, Dean had no idea team owner Anthony Ferguson had another son because Ian was that incognito.
He definitely knew who Ian was when he showed up at Sydney’s art show a few months ago.
