Page 208 of Right Man, Right Time
Who is this girl? Ollie Owens, the girl who wrote the infamous article about me.
I know what you’re thinking, how could you fall for someone who’d write an article about me in such a negative way? Here’s the thing, the article she turned in wasn’t the article that was published.
Her words were manipulated.
Her truth was skewed.
And because of her loyalty to me, to the Agitators, and to the fans, she confronted the offender who changed her article, only to lose everything, including me in the process.
Why am I telling you this? Because this is why The Jock Report exists, so you can hear our story rather than a story construed by someone else looking for clicks.
Was I cheated on? Yes.
Was that private information that shouldn’t have been put on a public forum? Yes.
Will there be consequences for the person who changed the article? Yes.
I’m going to end this by saying I’m not good when it comes to this social media stuff, and I’m sure as hell not good at writing articles, but what I’m good at is admitting when I’m wrong.
And I was wrong about Ollie Owens.
Losing her will be my biggest loss to date, and that includes last year’s championship run.
Tears stream down my face as I stare at the paper in front of me, wishing and hoping my eyes aren’t deceiving me.
“Reading anything good?”
My eyes dart up and find Silas standing in front of me wearing a pair of jeans and a black polo. His hands are stuffed in his pockets, his beard has been trimmed to look like scruff, and those gorgeous blue eyes I’ve fallen in love with stare right at me.
“Silas,” I say, just above a whisper.
He kneels in front of me and reaches out to take my hand. He wets his lips and says, “I’m sorry, Oliana.” Hearing my full name nearly rips me apart. “I’m so fucking sorry. I should have given you a chance to talk to me, to tell me your truth, but I was so caught up in the hurt from Sarah, seeing it be repeated that I, fuck . . . I said things to you I never should have said.”
He reaches out and swipes the tears from my cheeks.
“I know I fucked up, and I have no reason to ask this, but if you would give me another chance, a chance to prove to you that I do deserve your love, then I promise I’ll never fucking hurt you again.”
“Si-Silas,” I say, my throat so full of emotion.
I thought of this moment, dreamed of it actually, that maybe, just maybe he’d give me another chance. But every time I woke up, I knew it wasn’t a reality. Silas was too hurt, too damaged, and it was on me for not protecting his heart like I should have.
But now that he’s here, in front of me, I know this is my chance.
I scoot forward, on the edge of my seat, and grip his hand with both of mine. Speaking directly to him, I say, “I love you, Silas. I love you so much that I haven’t been the same without you. What I did, telling Ross about—”
“He told me you didn’t do it on purpose, that it was a slip-up. I believe him. I believe you.”
That makes my eyes water all over again. Of course Ross approached him.
“I still shouldn’t have said anything.”
“Baby, it’s okay,” he says as he leans in closer. “I’m the one who should have been more understanding.”
I shake my head. “I should have protected you.”
“You did,” he says, cupping both of my cheeks now. “You stood up for me, you lost everything for me, and fuck . . . I . . . I love you, Oliana. No one has ever done that for me, and I felt like such a piece of shit, knowing that I treated the most precious thing in my life so carelessly. It won’t happen again. I swear on my life, it won’t happen again.”
“I believe you,” I say.
