Player: A Secret Baby Sports Romance - Plot & Excerpts
That vortex of regret and confusion inside is still raging, though now at least there are trails and tendrils of coherent thoughts trickling through. Coherent thoughts like me wondering why I allowed that to happen. I mean, I don't do “flings on the beach” like some sort of sorority girl on spring break. Not ever, and certainly not with criminals like Javier Toro. God, is that colluding? I think to myself, shivering at the thought. Why couldn’t I say no to him? More importantly, why couldn't I say it to myself? Why couldn’t I say no to the pure need I had for him The thought occurs to me that I still wouldn’t trust myself to say no even now; not when it comes to this man with the almost frightening and dangerously magnetic draw sitting next to me. I've had to think for myself for longer than I should have had to do. Quinn and Reagan were already older when our dad passed, and it's not like I wasn't amply provided for, but I guess I just went inside my own head more often than not.
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