Throwing Love #4 (Throwing Love #4) by Nella Tyler Read Free Book Online Page A

looked up to see he had his eyes closed. There was still a
small smile playing on his face, so I knew he was happy. “How do you feel?” I
asked.
    He opened his eyes and glanced down at me. “Better than I
have in a long time, thanks to you.”
    “I feel pretty good myself...thanks to you.” I giggled.
    He started petting my head, allowing his fingers to go
through my hair. It felt so relaxing. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment.
The moment was short-lived, however, as a phone began to ring. I knew by the
ringtone that it wasn't mine, so it had to be Bennett's.
    I was surprised when he got out of bed and dug his phone out
of his pant pocket.
    “Hello?” he answered into the phone. I could tell by the look
on his face that it was a professional call and I began to panic. I wasn't sure
why I was panicking as Bennett had promised me the whole day, so it shouldn't
matter who was on the phone.
    “Yeah, no problem coach, I will be there.” He then clicked
off the phone and stared at me blankly.
    “Who was that?”
    “Coach needs me at practice today. He wants to prepare for
the big game.”
    My mouth dropped open. I could not believe he was actually
doing this to me. He made a promise and he couldn't just say no to one practice.
A practice he didn't even need. I couldn't have been more furious with him, and
it took all my willpower to not blow a gasket right there.
    My heart was in a lurch because I did not understand how he
couldn't make me a priority in his life at all. Really, what was wrong with the
man? He was just being a lap dog, and I didn't know why. He was so much better
than that. He was a good man, but he was in the process of royally fucking up
our relationship over a practice. It wasn't like I was asking him to give up a
game or to miss the scheduled practices, but this extra stuff was too much for
me. I couldn't deal with it anymore.
    “Are you kidding me?”
    “What?”
    “So, what's going on here? You just come over long enough to
get laid now and then you bail.”
    He raised his eyebrows, shocked. “Emmi, you know it's not
like that at all. Come on, be reasonable.”
    “Me be reasonable? Really? You don’t even care about this
relationship anymore, do you?”
    “Emmi, please. What are you talking about?” He began to pull
on his jeans and zipped them up. As he was grabbing his shirt, he turned to
look at me again.
    “You promised me that we were going to spend the whole day
together, no matter what. And then all it takes is your coach calling and you
bail on me like I don't matter to you.”
    “That's not true and you know it.” He slipped on his shirt
and continued, “I’m sorry, I just really need to go.”
    “Actually, you don't. You are the star player; so
don't talk to me like I don't know baseball. You need to go to those scheduled
practices because they keep you sharp, but these extra practices you have been
doing are not necessary. They are overkill for someone like you.”
    “I have to get ready for the big game, my coach says it’s
important. The practices are for that. Don't you think that I should be
listening to my coach?”
    “Oh, give me a break. Your coach knows you don't need extra
practices. You are being taught a lesson because you thought it was cool to
skip four practices in a row. Now they are making you pay for it. Call him back
and tell him you have plans, that you don't need the extra practice. If he
knows you are ready to go, I assure you he will back off.”
    I was practically shouting, but I couldn't help myself. I
was seeing red because Bennett was showing me exactly how little I meant to him
and I didn't like it. I wanted him to stand up for himself and tell his coach
he was ready. Instead, he was throwing everything else in his life away. I was
so frustrated with him that I thought I was going to explode. I loved the game; I
probably loved it more than Bennett did. But I would never put a game or a
career above another human being, especially if I