Line of Scrimmage: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (Pass To Win Book 2) Read Free Page B

what had gotten into me.
    Eventually I arrived at my apartment. It was a pretty clean one and one of the newest in town. That had been the main reason why Sean and I decided to move in there. Of course I had to convince him to take it. I climbed up the stairs and knocked on the door. No one answered. Sean was always up at this time of the day, exercising, drinking coffee or watching TV. I checked the apartment number again and confirmed that I had come to the right place. What the heck was going on? The last thing I needed right then were problems.
    I rang the doorbell and knocked three more times on the door. Nothing.
    The frustration from driving for so long was finally taking its toll on me as I furiously opened the zipper of my bag and started looking for my keys. Damn everything. I was so on edge that I felt like I was about to explode. I managed to find them and fished them out.I unlocked the door and what met me on the other side was beyond any description.
    “Oh my God,” I whispered, horror-stricken. Oh my freaking God.
    The whole apartment was a complete mess. Chaos. There were empty glass bottles everywhere and dirty food wrappers littered the entire floor. The furniture was all out of place and some of the chairs were even turned upside down. It was as if a hurricane had blown in and was out in five seconds, leaving only desolation behind. I had left it clean and polished and I returned only to find our apartment turned into stables, for God’s sakes. I knew Sean was behind this the moment I stepped on the welcome mat.
    “Sean!” I yelled, anger welling up inside me. It oozed from every pore of my body. I was ready to kill someone right then and there.
    No one answered.
    “Sean!” I screamed again and saw him lying on the couch in his T-shirt and pants. His hand was placed on his face, obscuring the daylight from his eyes. He was dead drunk. The whole place stank like alcohol. “Get up! Sean! Get up! Move your ass this instant!”
    He only growled and continued sleeping. Ugh, that man was driving me crazy.
    “Sean, get up now! Look at what you’ve done. You’ve ruined yourself! Look at you!” I screamed and screamed, my voice reaching an octave I didn’t know I could reach.
    “Oh, come on, I had some fun.” His voice was low and husky. He was either drunk or suffered a terrible hangover.
    Anger overwhelmed me and I placed my bag on the dirty floor. I put my hands under his armpits and hauled him up. I slapped him softly once or twice and his eyes popped open.
    “What’re you doing?” Sean said, looking frantically around the room. “Are you nuts or what?”
    “I am taking you to the bathroom!” I said with clenched teeth. “Help me out now. Stand on your feet!”
    He obeyed me and with one hand supporting him, we headed for the bathroom. I kicked several obstacles that stood in our way in the form of a divan and three bottles of beer. Gross. Simply unbelievable. I opened the door and pushed him inside. With my help he climbed into the tub and I turned on the shower. Cold water poured over him and he was starting to regain consciousness.
    “Oh my God!” Sean said, running his hands across his face. He rubbed his eyes and cleared some hair that covered them. “What happened? Oh … I don’t remember anything!”
    “That’s the question I asked you in the first place, Sean. This is terrible. I … I’m really disappointed. Yes! That’s what I am right now!” I was angry to the core. Angry at him, at my tiredness. At everything.
    He remained silent, letting the drops flow through his whole body. Damn, despite it all he was so sexy.
    “I will wait for you outside,” I said and banged the door shut when I left. It was too much. All of it was too much. And he might as well know that. I’d had enough of everything.
    I sat on the couch and put my head in my hands. I was beaten down and had absolutely no life left in me. All of the stress I had felt before the interview, the current state of