Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102

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Beckett’s hand rested on top of my thighn, rubbing calling werken, het kind of erotic the rumth my chest. Maybe the stroke of this fork on my father’s grin would ease my anger a bit

I had never sat at a dining table with my father. In fact, I had never eaten at the same time as him when I was init eats first. That was his rule, and whatever he didn’t eat, or dadelt want to eat would be our food Ove food was the ent

I was seven when I saw Mom recycling his scraps to make a decent meal for Caleb and me. It made me feel alors o at that age. Anger. Hate. pity. That’s why I started reading cooking magazines, imaging what wonded be far so at 5 that was not my father’s leftovers. And it became my dream to make a proper meal for Mom and Caleb it was wo da simple for that seven–year–old me; it was the world.

I’m living that dream now, but my father wants to ruin everything we have. He just couldn’t way away.

He’s talking bullshit about how long he’d been working for the family that owns the villa next to where we were stain really wanted to tell Beckett that this man he called a guest is a lying bastard, but there’s this scared Inle pel made holding the ropes tight around my throat

I don’t know how far he would take this game. He might hurt Beckett and I’m sure by now that he’s receiving help fr someone. I need to find out who and what he wants.

My father’s presence made the food bland, so I’d been pushing and pulling the pasta on my plane. Becken notices thes because we were not alone, he chose to keep his observation to himself

They shifted topics from his work and now to Beckett’s career.

I’m a huge fan,” my father said. “I don’t have the money to buy a ticket to your games, but I’ve been watching from bur elevisions time and time again.

Beckett beamed with a timid smile. “Thanks. I might have spare tickets to the next game. Let me see how I can give it so you.”

Ohh…” My father’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Really? That would be cool,” he said, his lips curling mo the med grateful smile I had seen on him.

He’d been smiling too much tonight; it’s sickening. That’s something he doesn’t know how to do mulle. He was de ind grins an evil grin, but he never smiles. The world must be ending because Matias Wilson is semilang

Maybe I can drop by your office or something,” my father offered

‘Let’s figure that out later, Beckett said, turning to me. “Is everything okay?” he couldn’t hide his worry anymore. “You barely touched your food

I glanced at Beckett, speaking for the first time since dinner started. On my periphery, I see my father’s mile Tading fema glare. The bastard was a two–faced demon “I’m okay I think it’s just the weather

Beckett seemed unconvinced. He squeezed my thigh under the table and turned to his visite

“If you don’t mind me asking, Mr. Hale, how long have you two been dating? He lowered his gaze onto his plate, as though the question was bothering him. He was a damn good actor, and he deserved an Oscar

“We’ve been together for a while now,” Beckett said, not giving him specifics. I’m glad he’s not giving out everything my father wanted to know. He’s sull a stranger after all, and when it came to me, Beckett’s guard way reaching the skies, “But 1

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feel that she’s the one,” he said seriously, then turned to my father with a nod. “You get it, right?” My father nodded, as though he understood what Beckett had just murmured. “I do, sir. Once you find her, you’ll k That’s all bullshit. His mouth was rotting with lies. I wonder how he’s still sitting on that chair and not dropping dea floor.

I raised an eyebrow at my father, leveling him with a stare. I felt powerful that I could stare down at him in the prop lighting of the beach house. Not hiding in the dark, not shit scared. “Have you met her? This ‘the one?“”

He stared at me with a straight face and spewed another lie. “Yes, ma’am.”

Ma’am. He’d been addressing me like I was a decent human being and not his little pest. I gripped my fork tighter, be I didn’t, I would stand from this chair and stab him in the eyes. That would make me feel better. I know it. It would b back my appetite and sensations from Beckett’s touch.

“I met her, and I had a son and daughter with her,” he murmured as he twirled the pasta with his fork. Was it too late poison in his food? Damn. I should have thought about that before serving him his dinner.

‘Had?” Beckett was listening keenly to my father’s twisted stories. I should tell him it’s a waste of time.

My father nodded solemnly. “She left me for another man,” he murmured, that sham story rolling off his mouth like! ‘Oh,” Beckett recoiled. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

My father ate his food slowly before giving his response. “It’s fine. That’s her choice. I gave her what she wanted, and I saw my family again.”

A low growl rolled off my throat, and I caught Beckett’s attention.

I should let him get under my skin. This was what he wanted since that night he visited me: to get a reaction. To see me inravel, be it with his threats or with his lies.

‘Letting go is a hard thing to do,” Beckett offered, radiating with pure mindfulness.

It is,” he replied with a rock–solid facade of a man who was hurt and did the right thing. That’s pure rubbish. “But it’s wh nade her happy. I only wish I could see my children. I love them very much-” his words were cut off when Beckett’s pho

ang.

Beckett looked at the screen with a frown. Whoever was calling made his expression hard. “I have to get this, excuse me.“l stood up and went out the back door.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I spat at my father, wishing those words were bullets aimed at his chest

He feigned recoiling as though my words offended him. “Didn’t you hear him? I’m a guest, little pest.”

“I won’t ask again,” I slammed the fork on top of the table; the cutlery rattled. “What are you doing here?”

He grinned menacingly as he pinned me with a daggered glare. “I want you to see what I can do, I want you to understand that I can ruin your life, better yet… end your pretty little boyfriend’s life.”

I simmered, the words stuck in my throat, and they wouldn’t come out.

“That’s what I want to see,” he leaned back on his seat, spreading his arms on the empty chairs beside him like a cobra ready to strike. “I want you scared, pest, not for your life, but for the lives of the people you love.” His warning wasn’t subtle. It hung thick in the air, spoiling the fresh ocean breeze. “Now ask me again what I want..” he rolled his hands for me to continue. “Go on… I’m ready to answer your billion–dollar question.”

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