Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 117

-Andi-

I thought I was being careful. I thought I had more time to hide this from Beckett, and I thought we could just start where we left off last weekend. Well, I shouldn’t be surprised, right? I thought of a lot of things, but when did life go my way this long? My luck was bound to end at some point. It ended when my father knocked on our door.

I couldn’t speak. There was no right explanation to ease the pain in Beckett’s face. He’s truly hurt, and he thinks I betrayed him. Somehow, I am partly guilty. I should have come to him first before asking Cole for help. He’s supposedly my boyfriend, after all.

I staggered back into the bed, sitting on the edge because I don’t think my legs could support my body through this

conversation.

‘How… how did you find out?” Maybe it was a lack of words or an answer, so I just asked him a question.

‘You’re asking me that?” he remained leaning on my desk, but his sharp tone was like a slap to my face. “I’m not supposed know, huh?” he scoffed.

Your tone is insinuating that I did something wrong, Beckett,” I lift my gaze on him, dashing towards his anger like 1 was wearing a bullet–proof vest. If he’s implying that I did something shady with Cole, then he’s no better than Carter. “You already have your conclusion based on how you found out about it, so yes, I’m asking you that.”

Matching his anger with annoyance wasn’t the best course of action, but his tone didn’t sit well with me. He sounds like hose social media trolls who judged me based on one photo, on one statement from Carter, and they don’t even know me. What’s worse is that Beckett knows me.

My outburst seemed to sprinkle ice–cold water into his anger, thawing it a bit. Beckett unclenched his fist from gripping the edge of the table. That was my only cue that he’s finally coming through the haze of his tantrum.

‘I got pictures of you and Cole having lunch at a cafe,” he admitted with a deep crease on his forehead.

That’s it?” I echoed. “You saw pictures, and here you are, cornering me like some criminal?”

He recoiled. “You’re exaggerating, Andi.”

‘Who’s exaggerating now?” I spat back. “You were mad at me, Beckett. I can’t believe you would be mad at me just because of some pictures.”

I’m jealous, okay?!” he fired, throwing his hands into the air. “I saw those pictures, and all I could think about was Cole stealing you from me.”

This was actually laughable, in my opinion, that is, if I’m not the subject of Beckett’s confusing cluster of emotions. He’s jealous. Beckett Hale is capable of being jealous. He was always so sure of himself that I didn’t see this coming. And he’s admitting it.

“You’re jealous?” I had to repeat it. It sounded so surreal. “Beckett Hale is jealous of his cousin”

He pursed his lips and glowered. “You don’t need to make it sound so childish, Andi. I saw the way Cole looked at you at Nana’s birthday party.”

I scoffed, chuckling. “Cole doesn’t look at me like anything. Besides, have you seen how I looked at him?” I shot back. shaking my head. “You don’t trust me; it’s loud and clear.”

“I do-”

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“You don’t,” I cut him off. “Because if you did, you wouldn’t be asking me questions about Cole in that tone.” I met his gaze “As if I cheated on you.”

This was our first fight as a couple. We were already fighting when I was barely accepting the fact that we were a couple. And it’s not a good feeling. This was more unsettling than the conversation I had with my father.

I let him digest what I just said and crawled into bed, leaning against the headboard. Then I crossed my legs and pulled the pillow over my lap. “If you’re done, you can leave where you entered, I said and grabbed the laptop from the drawer of my bedside table. “I’d rather read my lesson than answer your cross–examination.”

He doesn’t move or say anything. His eyes were on me as I turned my laptop on, the lights from the screen illuminating the annoyance written on my face. I don’t bother to hide it. In fact, I want him to see it.

My computer loads and I opened the first notes I had in my email. I wasn’t planning on studying, but I had to stay true to my word. The documents were blurry, as if they were written in Latin rather than English.

I was aware when Beckett abandoned his spot on my desk and removed the space between us. He occupied the edge where I was sitting earlier and grabbed the laptop from me, carefully placing it on the foot of the bed.

He reached for my face, hooked a finger under my chin, giving me no option but to look at him. This time, his eyes were softer. The judgment was gone, but the jealousy was still there, searching for the truth.

I’m sorry,” he started. He was back on the deep, yet calming voice he always used when talking to me. “I jumped to a conclusion, and I was wrong. I’m sorry, Andi.”

How can I stay mad at him after that apology? I’m still discovering a lot of things about Beckett. He has a nasty jealousy tantrum, and he knows how to accept his mistake and apologize for it.

I can’t forgive you just yet,” I said. “You made me really mad at you, for real.” This was way worse than all his antics in making me leave his mansion before. This was too personal.

“I get that,” he said, sighing. “But can you at least explain why you were with Cole?”

I guess there was no way I could avoid this. I can’t hide under the pretense of being mad anymore, and he was bound to know this soon. Someone was following me; I’m sure of that now. I was very careful about where I had lunch with Cole, and whoever took that photo was determined to put a rift between Beckett and me. He’s just looking for a chance to paint me as the bad guy in Beckett’s eyes.

“I asked Cole to give me a part–time job at one of his clubs,” I said honestly. I don’t know how long I can hide the truth about my father from Beckett, but I want to deny him that truth until I can.

He raised an eyebrow. “A part–time job?”

I nodded, dropping my gaze to my hand over the pillow, “Yes.”

“Why would you need a part–time job?” he asked, as if having a part–time job was a sin.

“I need the money, okay?” I reasoned, hoping that was enough for Beckett to drop this topic.

“You need money?” he pressed. “I gave you a black card, didn’t I? You can use that money. Andi. You don’t even have to work a day in your life, you know that?”

“I don’t want it. How many times do I have to tell you I don’t need your money, Beckett?” I insisted, scrambling out of the bed, away from his reach. “You make it sound like I can depend on you when you think the worst about me with just one picture. What will you think about me if I withdraw one hundred thousand dollars from your account, huh?”

He couldn’t form a response; instead, he just stared at me like I had grown another eyeball.

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Chapter 117

“See? Nothing?” I scoffed. “Get out of my room. I want to be alone.”

“Andi-”

“Now, Beckett. Please,” I know it was unfair to do this to him, but I fear that he would squeeze the truth out of me if I don’t make him go away.

He rose from the bed and debated whether to fix the situation or just leave.

“And before you leave, don’t forget to take your security team with you.”