SPORTS ROMANCE: Wanna Puck? (A Secret Baby Pregnancy New Adult Contemorary Bad Boy Romance) Read Free Page B

gotta give me something harder than that."
    "Okay," he said, setting his mug down. He actually seemed interested now. Yes, Mr. Full-of-himself, I am in the room. "First fifty goal scorer."
    "Easy. Maurice Richard. Scored fifty goals in fifty games in the 1944-45 season. I thought I told you to give me something hard." My lips curved up at the corners and Aiden grinned at me.
    "You know more than I gave you credit for," he said.
    "Typical," I told him. "People figure 'cause I'm a female reporter I must not know my stuff, but that's gender-biased bullshit."
    "I see that." His caramel eyes glimmered as the morning sun shone in through the picture window. "Where do you live?"
    "Mid-Wilshire."
    "I’ll drive you home."
    That’s what I’m talkin’ bout. I stifled a grin.
    "What about the cab? I thought you were too busy this morning to drive me?"
    He shrugged. "Conference doesn't start for a little while yet, so no worries."
    We hopped into his car and he headed east driving in silence for a while. His hand casually slid over my knee and I noticed the fresh cuts along his knuckles from last night's fight nestled in amongst the older ones, probably from previous fights. 
    "Why are you trying to ruin your career?" I burst out before I could stop it. I had a big mouth, and sometimes a very defective filter. Or, maybe, I was just irked that he'd been prepared to blow me off this morning.
    "I'm not," he said, his jaw muscles tensed. His whole demeanor changed in an instant. He pulled his hand off my knee and gripped the wheel. "Are you still trying to get your interview?"
    "No, I'm just asking you a question. Between you and me. Off the record. You've got a lot of talent. More than most. Seems a shame to waste it."
    "I'm not wasting it," he said, his temper flaring. "I'm playing the game the best I can. Where am I taking you?"
    "Wilshire and Western," I barked, folding my arms across my chest. I don't know what I was so mad for. I was the one who had started this.
    We drove in silence a few more minutes before I opened my big mouth again. "It just seems to me that—"
    "It just seems to me ," Aiden raised his voice above mine, threw the car into park and faced me, "that some people are so wrapped up in other people's lives because they're not happy with their own."
    "You have no basis to say that," I yelled back. Though it was a more astute observation than I would have thought him capable of making. After all, I wasn’t very happy being single and pregnant.
    "I'd wager that I'm happier than you are," he shouted.
    "Sure, that's why you're drinking yourself to death and engaging in bar fights every other weekend." I opened the car door and slammed it shut.
    "At least I have someone to warm my bed each night," he shot back.
    “Yeah, someone you barely know who doesn’t give two shits about you,” I yelled, furious. What the hell was wrong with me? These pregnancy hormones are crazy. I can hold my own with the best of them, but an insult like that was normally beneath me.
    He stared at me for a moment, his mouth agape before his Porsche peeled away from my apartment, tires squealing.
    I watched him go, anger and shame flushing my face. I didn't know why any of this should bother me so much. I barely knew him. Besides, he really was an arrogant fat-headed jerk. I was so preoccupied in my own emotions that I didn't even register it when he stopped his car at the end of the street and glanced back at me. I ran up the stairs to my building, lost in my thoughts. Waiting just outside the front entrance was Troy.
    This day just keeps getting better and better.

Chapter 5
    "What are you doing here, Troy?" I demanded. I didn't even realize he knew where I lived. Then again, of course he knew where I lived. He’d hired me. He had my address on file. I unlocked the front door and he followed me inside.
    "If you're here about the interview—"
    "I'm not," he said. "Though I don't know what the hell you were thinking blowing the very first