Romance: Menage Romance: The French Quarter Hostages (Paranormal Action Shapeshifter MFM Bear Shifter Romance) (Fantasy BBW Taboo Interracial Love Triangle Werebear Mates Short Stories) by Jessica Miller

Author:Jessica Miller [Miller, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: American MFM Shifter Romance Novels
Published: 2016-03-15T16:00:00+00:00

THE END

Bonus Story 11 of 20

The End Zone

Chris Watson had no idea what he was doing here. He leaned against the clean red and gold painted sides of the stands on the field waiting for a bus full of loud and probably sticky kids. His head still throbbed from last night's party and the world around him continued to look fuzzy through his darkly tinted glasses.

"Here," a much too loud voice said from behind him. He winced and turned to see his agent, Harry, handing him two pills. "You look like you could use some aspirin."

"Thanks," Chris mumbled as he palmed the small pills and shoved them down his throat. Harry automatically handed him a large bottle of water. Chris took a sip then sank back against the siding.

"Harry, remind me what I'm doing on this field on a Saturday when we don’t have to train,” Chris said. His cracked voice sounded tired even to his own ears.

“You agreed to this, remember?” Harry answered. “You said you’d be willing to do volunteer work to get your PR back where it needs to be.”

“I didn’t agree to wake up at 8 am on a Saturday to drive forty-five minutes away from the city,” Chris grumbled. “What school has a football league during the spring anyway?”

Even though Chris kept his bleary eyes fixed on the field, he could feel Harry’s half amused and half annoyed gaze on him. This was confirmed when Harry let out an ironic chuckle.

“Wow,” he said. “You really were plastered last night, weren’t you?”

“What makes you say that?” Chris asked defensively. Chris turned and looked at Harry squaring himself up to his full height. At 6 foot 4 he was usually very intimidating, especially to shorter men like Harry. Harry, however, simply shook his head and chuckled at Chris again.

“I know because you’ve forgotten everything I told you when we met about this yesterday,” Harry said.

Though the agent was shorter not only than Chris but most men, he had a commanding voice that belied his blonde balding hair and beer belly hanging over his dark suit.

“You’re not doing this workshop for a school,” he said. “It’s an after-school league. They play light tackle football in the fall, and they keep the kids busy with tag football in the spring and summer.”

Chris rolled his eyes but nodded. He knew Harry was right. After his latest DUI, he desperately needed some good press.

He usually tried not to think about how or why he had let things get this out of control. He usually told himself that all the big name athletes went to clubs and that all of them partied after games. He told himself he was no different, that he deserved a little celebration every now and then.

He’d defied the odds by getting this far. Just looking at him, you wouldn’t expect Chris to have been selected in the first round of the draft as a quarterback for a major team. Tall and good looking with light skin and bright blue eyes, he was much leaner than your typical football player.

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