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“That’s a formal statement to the entire world that you belong to him.”
“What? Are you kidding me?”
“I wouldn’t kid about a thing like that, girlie. I can’t wait to see the explosion on the news. Imagine Instagram. Oh, and the videos on TikTok. Look at the Videotron. You really are a star. Too bad you didn’t get that haircut I mentioned, but you look pretty good. For an amateur.”
I was blinded by the moment, my eyes still locked with his. The echo in my eardrums was getting worse, but a reporter was already asking Saint questions.
“Saint. You and Rocco went at it pretty hard back there,” one reporter started.
My breath was raspy.
Saint shrugged. “He’s just a jealous jerk cause I’m a better player.”
“What if you meet in the finals? Any words for the man?”
His grin was far too mischievous. “Yeah. That he should choose another profession.”
At least his answer wasn’t too bad. I could work with that.
Another reporter crowded in.
“Saint. What an incredible game. You are on fire tonight. Even more so than usual. I think experts and your fans will agree you’re the greatest player in the league. Can you tell your fans why tonight was magical?” the reporter asked, the man’s face beaming.
Saint threw his hands out toward me first. That wasn’t too bad. Until he brought them back, crossing them over his heart. “Because of the woman of my dreams.”
No. He did not just say that.
The man was messing with me, doing his best to unnerve the rather fragile state of mind I’d found myself in after our lurid act of passion.
Vicky gripped my arm as she’d done before.
The people in the stands were still going wild, the heat surrounding me instantly oppressive.
As the Videotron shifted from Saint to where I was standing, my legs began to shake.
“Can you tell us who this magical girl is?”
With his hand still over his heart, Saint lifted his head, staring me directly in the eyes. “My beautiful Lily Weathers.”
“And who is Lily to you, Savage? We’d all like to know.” The reporter was positively salivating as if this was the story of the century.
“She’s my…” Saint hesitated, making most of the blip in time of his fame and glory. “Lily is my fiancée. The woman I intend on spending the rest of my life with.”
Oh. My. God.
Forget the dull spoon. I’d kill him with my bare hands.
CHAPTER 15
Saint
Fiancée.
What the fuck was wrong with me? I’d spouted it off with ease, so much so the shock and awe factor had quickly turned into heavy applause as the crowd had continued shouting my name.
Although I had seen some pretty dire looks from women I’d casually dated before. They wanted to kill Lily, as if she was the problem.
She was pissed. Of that I had no doubt. Maybe somewhere in the back of my mind I’d thought the idea would keep the heat off the melee I’d been involved in with Rocco.
