Coaching His Babygirl by Reynolds Rory

Author:Reynolds, Rory
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-06-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Melinda

With a broken heart, I check into a hotel. The desk clerk gives me a weird look. I’m guessing they don’t get many people checking in without luggage. Or maybe it’s my red-rimmed and puffy eyes that have him looking at me like that.

My phone rings again, and I once again ignore it. Coop has called at least ten times since the game ended. Maybe I should’ve stuck around for him to explain things, but my fight or flight instincts kicked in, and flight won hands down. I’m definitely at the hide and lick my wounds stage of things.

Maybe I’ll feel more like talking in the morning… or maybe not, I think as my brain conjures up the image of that woman’s lips pressed against my man’s. It breaks my heart all over again, and I can feel another round of tears pooling in my eyes. The attendant hands me my key card, and I rush away. I don’t want to cry in public, at least not again. It’s bad enough that half of my students saw me crying as I pushed my way through the crowd at the game as I escaped to my car.

By some miracle, I make it to my room before the tears start falling. I don’t even take a moment to look around the room before I throw myself down on the bed and pull one of the fluffy pillows to my chest. I curl around it and let my heartache flow freely.

How could I let this happen? I jumped into this thing with Cooper with both feet and zero reservations. Look what happened. I ignored my cautious side; now I’m paying for it. It was impossible to hold back with Coop. Not when he was giving me everything I ever dreamed of. Not when he made my deepest fantasies come to life.

Another sob bubbles to the surface and I lose myself in my grief. I cry and cry until I eventually fall asleep. My dreams are plagued with the sight of the beautiful woman wrapped around Cooper. Both of them laughing at the frumpy little band teacher and her stupid little crush.

I wake up much too early, eyes swollen and feeling even worse than I did last night. I stumble bleary-eyed to the bathroom and turn on the shower, hoping that the water will cleanse me of my emotions. The hot water feels good, yet I don’t feel any better. I stay under the spray until my skin is red from the heat of it. By the time I turn off the water, I feel drained completely.

Showers always refresh and rejuvenate me, but this one sucked the life out of me. Or maybe that’s just my broken heart. I wrap up in the fluffy hotel robe and wander back into the main room. I notice for the first time how nice the room is. I open the curtains and am met with a view of the river that flows on the outskirts of town.

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