Reflection (Game On Trilogy #2) by Lisa Sommers Read Free Book Online Page A

he wasn’t pissed off before, my last comment certainly does it.
    Derek lowers his hands to my knees and pushes off to a standing position. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out his keys. “You know what, you don’t want me? Fine, but screw you, Chelsea. I don’t need to listen to this. You’re right. We need to end this. I’m sorry I ever thought we could be more than just a casual fuck.”
    Without another glance in my direction, Derek walks out the front door.
    And here I am, alone, left sitting on the couch, all by myself. The way it’s meant to be.
    For the rest of my life.

Chapter 6
     
    Derek
     
     
     
    I can’t believe she is throwing away something that I know can be so much more. Could she have been more brutal? Saying that there will never be an us and that she will never have my kids was a fucking blow to my ego. Sure, we haven’t technically been dating, but I’ve been wanting it for some time now.
    Today is going to suck. I need to spend the whole evening with her at the surprise engagement party.
    Most of the guys from the team will be there tonight so I’m sure I can busy myself with them, but just the thought of Chelsea being in the same room with me and not being able to touch her will fucking suck.
    “Hey man, we all set?” Bob asks as he swings open the door to his Box at the stadium.
    “Yeah man. Thanks for taking care of the lights and stuff.”
    “No need to thank me.” He pats the palm of his hand on my back. “I’d do anything for you boys. Shane deserves some happiness in his life. I’m just glad it’s with a girl we all love.”
    I look out onto the field. It’s still light out but it’ll be getting dark in a bit. “Yeah, she’s pretty cool.”
    “So, when are you going to wrangle in my favorite employee, Chelsea?” He asks.
    Fuck. “Trust me, I’ve been trying.”
    “Well, get to it. I need to win some of my money back playing poker and you’re my best bet.” He chuckles.
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “She wins every time, but you . . .” he shakes his head, “you’re a piece of cake. I’m bound to make a killing off your bad luck.” He says, slapping my back even harder this time.
    Bad luck is right. “Whatever man.”
    “Hey, I’m just joking with you. What’s up?” Shit not now.
    “She doesn’t want me, man.” I say, keeping my gaze on the empty field.
    “No shit?”
    “Nope.”
    Bob walks away and returns with two beers. He twists off the tops of both and hands me one. “Then you need to try harder. If that’s what you want.”
    I look over to Bob with a confused look on my face. “Dude, I told her what I want and she blew me off, and I don’t mean with her on her knees.” I say with a straight face, but Bob takes it as a joke.
    He laughs then says, “Derek, Derek, Derek.” He takes a long swig of his beer then continues. “If I walked away every time Judith told me no, then I’d still be single. Women need to feel wanted. Not smothered. Give her time. When did all this happen?” He asks.
    “This morning.”
    Bob laughs again. “Like I said, give her time. But don’t give up. We like her. Judith likes her. And trust me, when Judith makes a prediction, she’s usually right. She knew right from the beginning that Alli was meant for Shane. She also made the prediction about you and Chelsea.”
    I look from Bob’s face to the field again thinking about what he’s saying. “You think so?”
    “I know so. Besides, when I saw her a little while ago . . .”
    “You saw her?” I cut him off.
    “Yeah. She’s with Judith. They’re gathering the bottles of champagne from the house and checking on the caterers.”
    “How did she look?” I feel like a pussy asking another man how the woman of my dreams looked.
    “Like she has something on her mind. It’s clear she has something she needs to work though. I don’t know what it is, but it’s clear something is clouding that