Love Blitz: A Football Romance (The Rookies Series Book 2) by J. Nichole

Author:J. Nichole [Nichole, J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Not the Last Page
Published: 2023-08-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Gianna

“Who the hell is this?” Angelo sounded like an attack dog, ready to sink his teeth.

“Angelo Isaac?” Shawn had a broad smile on his face. He stretched his hand out like he wanted to shake Angelo’s.

I clutched my robe closed and stared at him. “What are you doing here?”

Angelo moved me to the side. Standing between me and Shawn. “You know this dude?” he sneered at Shawn’s outstretched hand. “You rolling up trying to shake my hand?” he scoffed. “Tell me this is your brother or some shit.”

“No,” I said firmly. “He’s not.” A hand went over my face. “He’s my ex.”

“Wait.” It was Shawn’s voice of confusion I could hear. Whenever he got lost in one of my stories, he’d say the same thing. Wait. He’d want me to start over and explain again. Not because I didn’t explain it well the first time, but most times because he wasn’t listening. “You fucking my girl?”

I could feel Angelo’s back shudder as he said, “Your girl?” His legs stretched open, and his arms flexed. “Better question, why are you here?”

It was the answer I wanted too. The one Shawn ignored, and Angelo was kind enough to repeat. Still, Shawn didn’t respond. Instead, he took to trying to claim me. “Two weeks ago, she was wearing my ring.”

“Two weeks ago, you fucked up. Unless, I misunderstood. You fumbled the ball, my guy. You have no claims to her anymore.”

“Gigi.” Shawn tried to look over Angelo’s shoulder. He was a few inches shorter than Angelo, and thinner. He wasn’t getting around Angelo, even if he tried. “We need to talk.”

“Talk?” Angelo wasn’t budging. “The fuck you got to say now? Two weeks later, bruh? You should get the fuck on.”

I wanted to say the same thing. I could have co-signed what Angelo said, let his words speak for me. But somewhere deep down, I needed to end what me and Shawn had. Last time we spoke, I wasn’t open to hearing anything after the words, “I slept with someone.” It was me who could have said, ‘wait,’ because my ears were not open to hear anything else. I stopped listening and finally walked away.

Through tears, and an ache in my chest, I called my sister and told her the wedding was over. She managed telling the wedding party, my family. Thankfully, there wasn’t anything I needed to speak to Shawn about. He wasn’t involved in the planning. It wasn’t him who made the calls for any of the vendors in the first place. I didn’t need his help canceling them.

Someone along the way must have relayed the message that our summer wedding was over to our guests. That #aislebelovingvictors was no more. I didn’t care to follow up with Shawn to make sure he knew. Or that his parents’ got reimbursed for their flights. That he and his groomsmen called the tuxedo shop. The minute he uttered the words, “I slept with someone,” he was no longer my concern.

“Gianna.” Shawn sounded like a spoiled child.

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