Page 45 of What If We Break?
Yesterday, Anthony could finally make some time to speak to me. We’d been on a call for a few hours as he listened to my problems with Pike. He ran me through a bunch of scenarios that could’ve happened if I chose to stay with him and also things that were possible if I fired him. Anthony didn’t hold back at all, which I really appreciated.
However, his ultimate conclusion was that I’d been better off with an agent who cared about me rather than just getting me signed with a team and cashing in a huge chunk of my money.
He also said that Pike was being unnecessarily difficult.
So, I decided to fire Pike despite the possible consequences, and sign with Anthony. He assured me that he wouldn’t treat me better than his other clients just because his most successful one happened to be my brother.
He also mentioned that he couldn’t promise that I didn’t get better treatment and offers from teams because they knew Colin was great and we now had the same agent. A very great and highly-requested agent, too.
I wouldn’t have been able to sign with Anthony hadn’t it been for my brother, but Colin was right, sometimes, it was better to use my connections.
And honestly, better offers and treatment sounded good to me.
“You know what’s weird?” Brooke spoke, lifting her head off my shoulder.
“The fact that I haven’t gotten a kiss from you for at least an hour?”
“No.” She laughed, slapping her hand to my thigh. “What’s weird is the fact that the last time I was inside this cafeteria, I was like four and sharing my animal crackers witheveryone.” She looked around us, eyes big with curiosity and confusion at the same time. “It looks so familiar but so different.”
My eyes fell on the small pack of animal crackers on the table before us, and a smile tugged on my lips almost instantly. She still loved them.
For over ten years, I hadn’t left the house without a pack of animal crackers on me just in case Brooke wanted some. She’d always crave them at the most random places with no way to get the ones she liked, so I wanted to be prepared.
“Like, I remember this place but I don’t.” She looked back at me, her eyebrows drawn together. “It’s a really unsettling feeling.”
“I can imagine.”
She hummed softly. “Maybe we shouldn’t get my dad’s and Grey’s old place after all. I think I’d just try to compare everything from what I remember about the place to what it looks like now. We should find a place that isoursso we can create new memories of just you and me.”
20
BROOKLYN
Reece’s hands were everywhere, trailing along the curves of my body as if he’d never touched me before. As if he had to get familiar with me again, which couldn’t have been further from the truth.
His lips pressed to my neck, teeth grazing my skin as he clutched my ass with both of his hands, pushing my back into the blue lockers. Our bodies pressed together just before his lips captured mine, igniting fires on every inch of my skin.
My arms wrapped around his neck, a moan slipping past my lips as his growing erection rubbed against me.
“I need you so bad, Brooke,” he half-whispered against my lips, pushing his hips up to create more friction. “I want to fuck you so hard, you won’t remember your name when I’m done with you.”
He sat me down on his knee to ensure I didn’t fall when his hands snuck underneath my shirt, the tips of his fingers tracing along my sides, before inching up to lift my shirt.
“We can’t.” I forced a hand between our faces, stopping him from kissing me. “Anyone could come in and?—”
“Do me a favor,mi princesa,” he said. “Lift your arms.”
“Reece…” Despite my attempted veto, my arms reached up, allowing Reece to pull my shirt right over my head, leaving me in nothing but my white, lacy underwear. “We’re in a locker room,” I reminded him, giving him another chance to stop.
His hands were back on my ass, holding me up.
“I don’t care.” His lips attacked my collarbones, kissing their way down my cleavage until they reached the rim of my bra. “I want you screaming my name, and I don’t care if anyone walks in here or if they hear how well fucked you are.”
I supposed it was a good thing that we got to the arena two hours before anyone from his team was even going to show up for morning practice. It was about four in the morning, and the only reason we were even awake was because we didn’t have a single piece of furniture in our new home except for an uncomfortable, inflatable mattress.
That mattress barely did anything to offer warmth in the middle of October, so it was easier to get in some practice and move our bodies than to freeze to death at our apartment.
We might’ve decided against the house my dad owned once upon a time, but we found a cute little studio apartment close by. The landlord said we could move in immediately, so we signed the contracts an hour after having been notified that we could have the apartment. Though we probably should’ve bought some furniture before we decided to spend the night at our new home.
