The Best of All (BEST MEN #2 by Karla Sorensen EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Karla Sorensen
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- Genre: contemporary romance
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Present day
For a guy who didn’t want a family, it was nothing short of laugh-yourballs-off irony that I ended up as the father figure to an entire fucking
team of idiot football players.
“You can’t spend all your money on betting and women, Richards,”
I told him.
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He gave me a look, one of those stupid puppy-eyed looks that made
me want to punch him in the throat. “Why not?”
“Because it’s stupid,” I barked. “You won’t play forever, and trust
me when I tell you that the money dries up faster than you can imagine
when you’re tossing it at every set of long legs that opens in your
general direction. And there will be lots of those if you keep this up.”
One of the veterans, also just out of the shower in the locker room,
sent a smirk in our general direction. “Might as well listen to him,
Richards. He doesn’t spend his money on jack shit, so he’s probably got
more in the bank than the rest of us combined.”
Richards eyed me, and for a brief moment, I saw just how much he
didn’t care that my bank accounts were full, considering they all knew
my bed was empty of female company.
Football was my mistress—had been since the age of eighteen. She
was demanding and harsh, beat the shit out of me on the regular, and I
kept coming back for more. There was nothing left in the tank for
anything outside that.
I leaned in. “Listen, rookie, you’ve got one career. If you’re lucky,
it’s a long one. But that’s no guarantee. You’ll have plenty of assholes
who want to take every single pretty penny out of your pocket, and it’s
up to you to make sure that your future—whatever it looks like—is
taken care of when your body decides you’re done.”
“I just don’t think it’s that serious. I’m having fun.” Richards
shrugged. “You should try it sometime.”
Someone whistled. A couple of other players in the locker room
laughed quietly. But they sure as fuck weren’t laughing at me.
They knew better.
Richards was new to the team, a postseason transfer from Las
Vegas, and it was clear he thought I was being a stodgy old fart who only
wanted to ruin his fun. But in the past week, the flashy player had
already made tabloid headlines for his over-the-top goodbye party in
Vegas, where he was photographed leaving with three women, who
departed his hotel room the following morning with smudged makeup,
tangled hair, and shit-eating grins on their faces.
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