Текст книги "Rage"
Автор книги: Elizabeth Reyes
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None of it.
“Is there a problem?” he said just a few feet behind the guy who was still facing Addison.
Addison shaking her head did nothing to alleviate the fire that only got bigger when the guy turned around and he saw the smug smirk on Bigsby’s face.
“Romero,” he said, still smirking as Addison circled him and slipped her hand into AJ’s.
“Tax question,” Addison said quickly. “I get asked a lot about stuff regarding tax laws and such.”
“Like that?” AJ asked, glaring at Bigsby. “All rude and jumping in your face?”
“I didn’t realize I was being rude,” Bigsby said with a big fake stunned expression, bringing his hand to his chest. “My apologies—”
“You’re always a rude asshole, and you know it,” AJ said, taking a step forward and well aware that they were turning heads now.
“Hey, AJ.” Someone touched his arm, and only then did he realize Nathan had followed him, but he lifted a hand before his brother could attempt to talk him down. It was too late for that now.
AJ got even closer to Bigsby’s face. “If I ever see your arrogant ass get in my girl’s face like that again, I don’t give a shit what you’re asking her. I will knock you on your fucking ass. You hear me?”
Just like the many times he’d exploded on someone in middle and high school, they were already surrounded by nosey onlookers. Only in this case there were cameras flashing left and right. Bigsby started to say something, still smirking smugly, though AJ could see he’d not only embarrassed him, but AJ’s “my girl” comment had rattled him. For a moment, it rendered the guy who normally had too much to say speechless.
Coach Lara was there now with Nathan and Sabian stepping in between them and trying to disperse the crowd. Another man who appeared to be about coach’s age was talking to Bigsby now as the two were separated even further.
“Don’t say anything,” Coach said as AJ grudgingly accompanied him and Addison through the crowd. “Too many cameras are filming every bit of this.”
When they were finally far enough away from anyone who could hear them, the coach turned to AJ. “The guy’s been drinking,” he started to say.
“We all have,” AJ countered, unwilling to give that asshole even the slightest benefit of the doubt.
That short confrontation had AJ’s adrenaline and heart pumping so hard still he may well have buried his fist in the guy’s face like he’d felt like doing.
Lara nodded. “But you know he’s an ass even when he’s sober.”
AJ shook his head. “Doesn’t get him off. I see that shit again—”
“I think he knows that, son.” Lara smiled, tapping AJ’s arm. “Just calm down. It’s over now. I seriously doubt he’ll be doing that ever again.”
Between listening to Lara and then having to explain to his siblings why he’d nearly lost it with Bigsby, it was a while until he could get Addison alone. But first chance he did, he got right to it. “What else did he say to you?”
“Nothing else,” she assured him. “He’s being audited and I guess he’s worried.”
“You don’t know him like that, do you?” he asked, searching her eyes. “For him to just barge up to you like an idiot and get in your face the way he did?”
“Not really.” She shook her head. “I mean my dad did train him once upon a time, so I’ve known him for years, but he’s never done that. My dad’s right, babe. I smelled the alcohol on him the moment he was in front of me. He’s a jerk even when he’s sober. The alcohol just—”
“Promise me you’ll tell me if he ever does something like that again,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I don’t care how drunk he is. That’s no excuse. I put up with a lot of shit from his pretentious ass on the field, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let him disrespect you like that. So promise me you will if he ever does again.”
“I promise.” Her touch, as she caressed his face softly, once again had the power to settle his still-flustered insides.
The room had begun to empty as the commencement of the awards show approached. Addison said she wanted to use the ladies’ room before the show started. Emi was quick to say she’d go with her. They headed there slowly. AJ glanced around when he noticed Isaiah wasn’t with them but Lola was. “Where’s Isaiah?”
“Men’s room,” Lola replied with a smile.
It was only then that AJ noticed something else. He was almost afraid to ask, but he turned to Nathan anyway. “What happened to Kelli?”
“Ladies’ room,” Nathan said, noticeably irritated that AJ would be asking again.
Nathan didn’t bother looking at AJ either. Instead, he turned to Addison as they reached the hallway where the restrooms were. “Sweetness, can you do me a favor and see if she’s still in there?”
Addison nodded as she let go of AJ’s hand. “Sure.”
The moment she was far enough AJ turned to Nathan, even more annoyed with him now because he could’ve just as easily asked Emi for the favor. “Sweetness?’
His idiot brother smirked then laughed, sticking one hand in his pocket and scratching his chin with the other. “God, you’re easy.”
Chapter 18
Addison
Addison and Emi strolled down the hallway, chatting about their dresses and all the other celebrity athletes there. Addison tried to be as cheery as Emi, but she was still beyond annoyed about the scene that not just her dad had gotten dragged into but AJ’s entire family had been witness to. How dare that drunk jerk! She was so lost in her infuriating thoughts she didn’t notice Emi had stopped until Addison was a few steps ahead of her.
“Isaiah?”
Turning in the direction Emi was staring at the double door entrance to what looked like a banquet room of some kind, Addison saw Isaiah push himself away from the wall he’d been leaning against and grab his crutch. Kelli, who stood talking to him, had her back to them but turned to see who’d called Isaiah’s name.
“Nathan was looking for you, Kelli,” Emi said with that same chilly tone Addison had heard on AJ earlier and in the past when referring to Kelli. It was irritated, suspicious. “You’ve been gone a while.”
“Yeah, I had to use the ladies’ room then make a call,” Kelli said as she, too, started toward Emi and Addison. “After the call, I ran into Isaiah on the way back and got caught up talking.” She motioned in the direction where AJ and Nathan were waiting. “Is everyone still inside the cocktail party?”
“No,” Emi said, like AJ making no qualms about showing her distaste as she sized Kelli up. “They’re all just out in the hallway, waiting for us.”
Kelli nodded. “Okay, thanks,” she said then started on her way back alone.
Isaiah didn’t go with her. Instead, he waited until she was far enough before turning back to Emi and Addison with a frown. “Do me a favor,” he said more to Emi than Addison. “Don’t mention that to Nathan.”
“What?” Emi asked, glancing in Kelli’s direction then back at her brother. “Why? What’s going on, Isaiah?”
“Nothing’s going on.” Isaiah turned to Addison now.
Even the bruising and scratches on his face didn’t do much to take from his chiseled good looks. He and his brothers all shared that same intense stare when they were serious. The same one staring at her now. “As finicky as AJ’s been about her, I’d appreciate if you don’t tell him either. It’s nothing. She was just asking for advice. Her relationship with Nathan is a complicated one, but she asked me not to tell Nathan she’d come to me. Even that would irritate AJ.”
“If that’s all it is,” Emi said, before Addison could respond to his request, “I won’t, but I’m just gonna go on the record now. I’m with AJ on this. I don’t care for her either, Isaiah. There’s something about her that hasn’t sat right with me ever since that first day he brought her around.”
Addison wouldn’t comment on that. She felt bad that she knew a little more about Kelli than any of them, but this was beginning to feel weird, and she did not want to be in the middle of it when she still didn’t know enough. All she could hope was that tonight was just a one-night friends’ thing as Nathan had implied earlier. Then she’d never have to mention what she knew.
“I won’t say anything,” she said and smiled when Isaiah winked at her and mouthed the words thank you.
Emi had already begun to head to the ladies’ room. Isaiah took off in the opposite direction and Addison followed Emi.
“I’m cornering that girl first chance I get her alone,” Emi said, once inside the ladies’ room. “I’ll be the first to admit relationships can start off complicated.” Before Addison could high five her and give her an Amen sister, Emi added, “You and AJ seem to be the exception, but I’ll give Kelli that much. Only Nathan has two sisters. Why is she asking Isaiah for advice? She must not know Nathan too well. Word of warning,” she said as the line to get into a stall moved slowly. “My husband is probably the only guy in this family now who might have the patience to hear his girl is secretly seeking the advice of another man, even if it were his own brother. The only reason I’ll be keeping this from Nathan is because I don’t want any tension between my brothers, especially not because of her.”
When they were finally done and on their way back to meet the rest of the gang, Addison was still pondering one part of Emi’s haughty little speech in the ladies’ room. Sure, her relationship with AJ had started off pretty much without a hitch, but it was far from uncomplicated. As much as she loved AJ now, one thing would never change. Clair came before anything for her.
She’d suspected, even before she met AJ and thought things might move forward with him, that any relationship she ever had would be complicated because there were certain things she was adamant about. While AJ accepted the fact well enough in the beginning that she’d never share about Clair’s dad with him, she was beginning to think otherwise as things got more serious.
Emi was absolutely right about one thing, and Addison had figured as much even before getting to know AJ. The longer she was with him, the clearer it was his patience was as short as his fuse, especially when it came to someone not being entirely forthcoming. It worried her because he’d made a few things all too clear. It was just a matter of time before his feelings of entitlement grew to him demanding to know everything about his girl. Addison was willing to tell him everything he needed to know, but there were some things she’d be drawing the line at.
That’s when she was certain things would get complicated.
~~~
The rest of the evening went beautifully well with no more drama. Kelli didn’t run off or anything as she had the last time they’d been in Los Angeles. AJ even won an award. He dedicated it to his siblings, to whom he attributed his getting where he was, adding that there was nothing he wouldn’t do for them because he owed them the world. He also thanked Addison’s dad—his mentor—also adding that he owed him for so much more than just what he’d taught him in the time he’d known him, and smiled at Addison.
“You know I would’ve thanked you too, but I figured there’s going to be enough hype about us arriving together, our holding hands all night, and the fact that I can’t stop doing this.” He leaned in and kissed her softly as they danced on the dance floor at the award-show after party. “Not to mention how much you know they’ll be blowing up the confrontation between that asshole Bigsby and me.” The sudden glare in his eyes softened as something else seemed to come to him. “You may have a lot of explaining to do already when you get back to Clair.”
“I’m sure she’s already guessed as much; she’s so sharp-eyed. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s figured out that I’m holding out on her and just waiting for me to come clean.” Addison smiled at him, running a finger over his lips. “It’s probably time, anyway, to let her in on us. I get the feeling she won’t be against it at all.”
“Us,” he whispered against her lips. “Why does that excite me so much?”
Addison smiled big, feeling like she might burst. It was still so hard to believe that AJ Romero was in love with her, despite all her imperfections. She’d always known her being a single mom might be a deal breaker for a lot of men, but especially so for someone like AJ, who had such a vast choice of young single women with no baggage. Not only had it not been a deterrent for him, he acted as if Clair were a bonus. He loved his little Clair Bear, and there was nothing disingenuous about it. She saw it in his bright eyes when he was around Clair.
It almost scared Addison how quickly and perfectly everything had come together for them. “It excites me too, but it also scares me a little,” she said, her words making him pull back a bit.
“Why?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. All of this just feels so perfect. Too perfect.”
AJ frowned for a second then smiled sweetly. “Aren’t you the one who’s always telling me to think positive?” She smiled back, nodding. “It feels perfect because it is perfect. Just go with it.” He must’ve seen the apprehension still, so he nodded. “Okay, I can understand how that might be easier said than done. I’ll admit I was a little scared in the beginning. I kept thinking getting involved with you was a risk for several reasons. It might ruin my friendship with your dad and Clair, and that would ultimately affect my career. I thought it in the beginning, but I know so now. There is no way”—he shook his head, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath—“no way I’d be able to continue to be around your dad or Clair if you and I weren’t together anymore and I might have to see or hear about you with someone else.”
Her eyes widened. This wasn’t helping. She didn’t want to worry about the possibility of him leaving the Padres or, worse, baseball because of her.
“I promise you, if that ever happened, I’d move back to—”
“It’s not gonna happen,” he insisted, kissing her nose. “Come here.”
The swanky Hollywood party they were attending was on one of the more famous rooftop bar/banquet halls in the area. They strolled around the side, taking in the spectacular views of the city’s skyline, until they found a private cozy sitting area overlooking West Hollywood.
“Wow,” she said, taking it all in as AJ pulled her closer to him.
Addison leaned against his firm body. She couldn’t remember when the last time was she’d felt this safe—loved. At the moment, she felt truly blessed, and she hated the lingering troubling thoughts that still plagued her. Too good to be true.
“I have a confession I’m gonna make to you that feels wrong in so many ways,” he said, instantly grabbing her attention. “But at the same time, it finally has me believing in Fate.”
One of the young ladies walking around with trays of wine and champagne glasses stopped by their sitting area to offer them some. They each took a glass, thanking her. Addison turned back to AJ, beyond curious about his confession.
He took a sip of his wine then continued. “I don’t know what it is, Addison, but it’s like everything I’ve done in life led me to you and Clair. I was thinking about this one of the nights I was alone in my hotel room, watching television. Some guy being interviewed said something that made me think of something I heard often several years back. That everything happens for a reason. The guy on TV was asked if he could go back and change anything in his life what would it be? He said he wouldn’t change a single thing about his past, good or bad, because everything he’d gone through in life was part of his destiny. He was content with how everything turned out, and if he went back and changed even the bad, he might not be where he’s at now.”
He stopped and looked out at the view again, but Addison could see he wasn’t admiring it. He was pondering what he’d just said. Then he turned back to her, his expression almost a remorseful one.
“If my mother hadn’t been murdered, I might not be here with you tonight.” He shook his head. “No, I know I wouldn’t be here because I would’ve never moved here from Dallas, and you would’ve never seen the local news article about the brawl I’d had during my finals in high school.”
“Trust me, AJ. There’s no way you wouldn’t have been discovered,” she said, squeezing his hand. “My dad’s said it many times. What you have is a gift. It was just a matter of time before someone else snatched you up. As a matter of fact, he said he wasn’t the only one inquiring about you at the time.”
AJ shook his head. “But I would’ve ended up somewhere else, possibly never met your dad and then Clair, which ultimately led me to you. I might still be as clueless about how good life can be when you find the one as I was before I met you.”
The sweetness and utterly genuine tenderness she heard in his voice and saw in his eyes choked her up.
“I hate to say it, but only because I know it’s not possible, but if I could go back and remove that tragedy in my life, I wouldn’t.” He winced, shaking his head, and then took another sip of his wine. “You remind me of my mother when you talk about stopping at nothing to protect your daughter. You’d probably sacrifice anything for her too.”
“Anything,” Addison whispered, still choked up and getting more so as the passion in his words continued. “I’d give my life for her.”
“Exactly,” he said. “It almost feels like it’s what my mom did for us. I know she couldn’t have known what her tragic death would mean for us, but a tiny part of me wants to believe she knew the moment she reached the other side and would gladly do it again—sacrifice her life for her kids. Because of her death and ultimately my dad’s too, we moved to California. My brothers and I got the careers we’d always dreamed of, and my sisters each met their soul mates. And I met you. Do you think I’m gonna let my parents’ sacrifices be wasted?”
Addison smiled, the tears blurring her vision now. “No,” she whispered.
“You bet your sweet ass I’m not,” he said, kissing her head. “Don’t worry about things feeling too perfect. Perfect is what it’s supposed to be, and trust me. I’ve been around long enough to know life doesn’t stay perfect forever, so if anything goes wrong, don’t panic. We got this. In the meantime, enjoy the perfect while it lasts.”
The band starting another song got his attention, and he sat up a bit. “Is that . . .?”
Addison listened to what she could only imagine he meant by that. The speakers were blasting someone strumming the guitar on stage, but she couldn’t make out what song it was.
“Oh shit, I think it is,” he said with a bigger smile, and Addison turned to him curiously as he stood up, placing his wine glass on the small table in their sitting area. He held out his hand to her. “Don’t laugh and don’t you dare breathe a word of this to anyone, especially my brothers.”
Warmed and grateful for his sudden silliness, Addison smiled as she took his hand and stood up. “I won’t. What is it?”
“Talk about Fate for them to play this song at this moment.” He smiled again as the guy began singing, and Addison knew immediately what song it was.
“Thinking Out Loud,” she said, nodding. “I love that song.”
“I don’t,” he said, taking her in his arms for a romantic dance right there under the light of a thousand stars. “Well, I never did anyway. I’ve never been into romantic slow songs, so I usually switch the channels on the radio when I hear something like this start up. And I certainly don’t go researching lyrics.” He smirked, looking down at her. “But I recently caught the tail end of the song and a few of the words, and my ass actually looked up the lyrics. Then I couldn’t get enough of hearing it because it made me think of us. What are the odds of them playing this right now?”
Breathing in deeply, Addison leaned her face against his chest, listening to the guy singing and hummed along.
People fall in love in mysterious ways. Maybe it’s all part of plan . . .
Maybe this did feel perfect because it was, and as AJ said, it probably wouldn’t always be, but she was done worrying about it. She’d have that talk with Clair soon, and she was certain her daughter would be elated. They’d be able to stop sneaking around, and she’d just enjoy the perfect as long as it lasted.
Hearing AJ say he believed many things in his life led him to her, she now thought about how depressed she’d been once upon a time: The awful time in her life when she thought she’d made the biggest mistake ever. The pain she’d gone through but rarely spoke of when she felt the rejection from someone she’d been so sure cared more about her. If she hadn’t gone through that, if things had been different and Clair’s donor had stuck around, she wouldn’t be here with AJ tonight either.
All those years, despite the anguish she’d gone through, she always considered Clair such a blessing—the best thing to happen in her life. Addison had always known only good things could come from having had Clair, and this was further proof. If anything ever went wrong, she’d seen it in AJ’s eyes, heard it in his words, but most importantly felt it in his love for her; they did have this.
She listened quietly for a moment to the rest of the words of the song, smiling even bigger with each one. Then she looked up at her perfect boyfriend. How in the world she’d gotten so lucky she’d never know, but she was ready to accept it now. This was really happening.
AJ glanced down and smiled at her just as whimsically as she knew she was smiling at him. “I love you, Andrés Josiah Romero,” she whispered.
He groaned, hugging her even tighter and kissing the top of her head. “I love you too, baby.”
They danced for a little longer until he spoke again. “Okay, I have another confession to make.”
She glanced up at him, smiling. “What’s that?”
“Hearing you say you love me using my full name actually got me hard.”
Addison laughed out loud, but it secretly thrilled her. “Well, then maybe we should get out of here.”
“You see,” he said, taking her hand and already hurrying back toward the party. “I’m telling you it’s like we’re soul mates. You totally read my mind.”
Laughing even more, Addison felt her heart completely swell as they rushed back to say good-bye to everyone.
