Game, Set, Match (A Humorous Contemporary Romance) (Love Match) by Malone Nana

Author:Malone, Nana [Malone, Nana]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Nana Malone
Published: 2012-08-19T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Izzy slammed her phone down at Simon’s tenth text of the day. She would have to deal with him, tell him once and for all they weren’t going to be together.

After a few kisses from Jason, she knew to her core, she couldn’t fake it. Since the night in her studio with Jason, she planned to get it over with, but with Sabrina and Jason, and lawyers and the gallery opening, she couldn’t focus.

As the sounds of Sean Paul blared from the radio, as she danced around her room sorting laundry and let the sounds of dancehall soothe her soul.

She couldn’t postpone the inevitable.

Jessica sat cross-legged on the bed going over final details of the gallery night. “The timeline is almost set. Press is scheduled to arrive at seven, but I promise they’ll be a little late.”

While Sean Paul prompted her to “Shake that ting ting” Izzy tossed the pile of darks into the hamper and searched under the bed for her dark jeans. “Okay, so I’ll want to arrive about a half hour later. Do the interviews I need to, then make myself scarce.”

Jessica’s expression softened. “You don’t need to do that anymore, Iz. No one cares about the past.”

“Maybe you’re right, maybe you’re wrong, but all it takes is one reporter to dig around about my past. Maybe they don’t care anymore, but I don’t want to take that chance.”

Jessica chewed her bottom lip. “Look, I know you don’t like to talk about it, but I came on long after it all went down. I don’t even think I have the whole story.”

Izzy turned down the radio and eased herself onto the bed. “I guess it doesn’t make a difference now. My sophomore year, I was in the semi’s for the NCAA Singles Championship. Between finals and classes and applications for every internship under the sun, I was under a ton of pressure. Got run down and contracted Mono.”

“Damn.”

“Well, anyway, I considered dropping out to let the wildcard take my spot. I was in no condition to play. My dad was there, like he was for every other match I’ve ever played, and came back to the holding pen to give me the failure isn’t an option speech.” Izzy puffed in a breath. “We got into a huge fight with him insisting no daughter of his was going to quit.”

“Shit, how’s that for supportive?”

“Tell me about it. Anyway, I went out on the court and played the worst set I’ve ever played. Part of me knows I was sick, but the other part of me knows I did it out of childish spite. Anyway, Dad screamed at me from the stands. Every time I missed a serve or faulted.”

“Sounds like a winner.”

“I finally got fed up, flipped him off, and screamed at him to fuck off.” Izzy wiped a hand down her face, trying to erase the memory. “I walked off the court to get my gear. When I looked up at him, people crowded around his slumped form.

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