Desired By The Once-Bullied, Billionaire Soccer Player
to my feet, staring as
I com
he room, his imposing build
ted, an excited, welcoming
n both hands, I was briefly c
you,
e bags on the small table n
find my pla
t." He turned to Hav
ghter explained, her keen eye
mething edible. Did he buy foo
now?" He questioned, a bit o
Yes. It wasn't so
. He opened one of the bags and handed me some
the anger and bitterness i
was still extending the
your responsibility to buy me things.
"Still stubborn as the
my already present anger, not to mention, sadness. "I
exhaled. "I'm sorry. I said that for Zoey's benefit. Pl
life and people to actually believe anyone anymore.
o open one o
ahlia. You know me
wn ever since. I can take care of myself and my daughter. Haven, do not touch any of th
, she quietly left the bags
e stubborn, Dahlia. Y
No, I do not! So please, if I can not be worthy of
ent was the ruffling of the gift wrapper as h
Long ago, this would have been the kind of phone I'd be using. Well
hone." He said, exte
told yo
ut on a guilty smile when
cted when Zoey was around and the thi
aking care of Haven and saving for her future which was a diffe
een orbs were si
s strange effect on me. Alway
"Thank you.
Haven opened the
en, alongside new clothes and shoes. A new custom-mad
o bags containing food - five star kind - enough for fiv
nd cups for the carton
t restaurant?" He asked, fo
ed. "Job
sit
assistant or waitress. But it doesn't mat
ger doesn't have the fi
that connection anymore." I was tr
d your salary will be discussed." He was so casual
heer me up, so I managed
, Dahlia. Yo
n chewing the next forkful of pasta. "What d
I know myself. Well,
e the
sn't arrogant. It was
ich had Za
face because he gave a soft laugh.
od. She was multitasking - eating and playing with he
uestion dragged my attention away
want me to."
d okay to you?" H
s Thursday. Well, I couldn't argue
en come watch me play? Front row seats, I prom
g about soccer. Two, I do n
r support, I'd like to really have you there. Also, two,
aking carbs for fear of gaining weight. She always wanted to model
am was long buried. Ensuring my daughter
e play on Saturday?" He asked Haven
come. I hope the tickets won't be expen
nd Mommy are special guests. You don'
. We'
o bubble through my mouth. My daughter was making
usting her words." He turned frien
, fine.
I couldn't stop staring. It was bedazz
ugh, Zac. I can
o because it's a
head cr
n envelope and handed it to me. Cur
my head. "No. No. I can not accep
se your daughter t
as understating. "I...
't come this far only to have her taken from
ars. "But a fully