Hothead (Irresistible 4) - Page 3

“They signed me to the biggest contract in the history of their franchise,” I argued, adding a bitter laugh since the car just so happened to be whipping past my Nike billboard on 34th Street. It had been there for so long that I’d driven by probably a thousand times without looking up. But tonight, I gave myself a glance.

It was a black and white billboard. I was wearing my Empires uniform and emblazoned across the huge thing were three bold words:

Earned.

Not Given.

They were the words that had followed me since I’d signed in New York three years ago, because good as I was, at least half the world doubted I was worth seven years at two hundred twenty-six million dollars.

“Also known as the biggest pitcher contract in the history of baseball. You’re welcome for that seamless negotiation,” Iain said with almost a smirk on his face. I blinked at him.

“Are you really laughing right now when I’m about to have a fucking heart attack?” I asked, annoyed that for once, our roles had reversed. Suddenly, Iain was the one at ease while I was so deathly serious that I was actually ready to skip Emmett’s party and turn the car around so we could talk this out at the office.

“I’m not laughing,” Iain clarified, which to be fair, was true. He smiled plenty but he never really laughed. “That said, if I were, it would be because for the first time in the ten years I’ve known you, I have your undivided attention – and presumably, your willingness to take my advice for once, instead of constantly needing to prove that only you can be right,” he muttered, unzipping the makeup bag and tossing me a black tube that I thought was lipstick till I uncapped it and saw it was green.

“What the hell is this?”

“Color corrector. Keira says to neutralize the redness with it. ‘Blend the NARS concealer on top if necessary,’” he finished by reading from his texts.

“Blend the NARS. Of course,” I muttered, my sleeves hugging my biceps as I leaned onto my knees to study the weird lipstick thing. I stared at it for what felt like a full minute before breaking the silence. “And why the hell is it that the team wants to trade me?” I asked.

“Take a guess,” Iain said dryly.

“I’m applying weird green shit to my knuckles for you. Just answer the question.”

“Fair enough. They signed you hoping that your tendency toward trouble would cool over the years. I think we can both agree that it’s only gotten worse.”

“Yeah? S.I begs to differ.”

The New Drew Maddox. That was the name of the article Sports Illustrated

released for my cover issue last year. A “reformed man” was what they called me. I didn’t buy it, obviously. I knew the truth. But at least it meant that I was faking my good behavior well enough for the world to believe.

Iain snorted.

“Yeah, the idea that you went from bad boy rebel to devout team captain is just a feel-good narrative that fans like to follow. It’s also easy for them to believe because they and the rest of the league have had the luxury of witnessing your antics from afar. The Empires, however, have been dealing with your bullshit up close for awhile,” he said as I dragged my palm across my jaw till I could tug on my lip – basically my go-to move to physically shut myself up.

Because there was nothing I could say to defend myself over this particular point.

That much I knew.

“This team has watched you tear apart the clubhouse after being tossed from a game. They were there both times that your wannabe girlfriend stormed the field during batting practice and harassed your teammates for your number. They’re also well versed on the fact that these guys have been stalked to the doors of their hotel rooms by women who want to know where you are, and no, I’m not saying you’re entirely to blame for these people’s behavior. But your indulgent decision-making is generally what leads to these situations, and these situations – these ‘persistent distractions’ – are exactly what the Empires are thinking about when they entertain the idea of trading you.”

My stomach lurched at the T word again.

“And here I thought I had something special with this team,” I said wryly.

“If you think the Empires covered up your tracks all these years to give you a break from the media, let me give you a reality check. All that good PR they showered on you was solely to cover their own asses – so that if it came down to it, they could still trade you without other teams being too worried about that ‘hothead reputation.’”

Well, damn. I managed to raise my eyebrows despite feeling halfway dead inside.

“That… definitely makes sense,” I mumbled while rubbing both hands up and down my face. Everyone in the world is out to protect themselves, and themselves only. Stop forgetting that, I told myself while sucking in a deep breath. “Alright.” I regrouped. I definitely hadn’t expected this bombshell tonight, but I also wasn’t the type to roll over and let it defeat me. “So, what now? How serious are they about trading me and what can I do to change their minds? Because this is my team. I’m not playing anywhere else.”

“And why is that?” Iain asked.

“You know why.”

It was because I’d sacrificed my life and everyone in it to baseball. It was the last thing I cared about in this world, and within the sport, the Empires were the only team that I wanted to play for. I’d been with some shitty organizations in the past and I knew that I had a good thing going on here. Aside from the fact that I actually respected management and ownership and got along with my teammates, I had the best chance of winning it all here. We’d lost the last two World Series to Chicago and St. Louis, which was fucking infuriating, but since acquiring some stellar relief pitching in December, we were favorites to win it all this year.

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