Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119

Andi

After Berken left the room, 1 sank into my bed and red my eyes, framing my mind from all for churn the hoppet. today. If he thinks that 1 won’t be able to sleep after that fight we had, he’s demon wrong, I was so send froes all the work! this week that I was looking forward to this night and Sunday as my me time.

I wake before sunrise, a bit too excited for someone who just had a fog with her boyfriend, and her sather’s themat bump over her head. I won’t let these men ruin my only rest day for this entire week

I went out for a jog in the park near the village. This was the first time I’m tracking this peth on toon. Thea’s a plepros and benches scattered all over the park, and the running path was lined with trees, and the air was ook opened my akota

ran.

I had my carphones on, and Tupac, Dr. Dre, and Rower’s California Love played in my ears. The beat maced my songs I did two laps around the track, not stopping until my muscles were sore,

I stopped by the walk path near the lake, catching, my breath. Then I noticed that the nearby bakery was dready open in uddenly craved for freshly baked bread. I was ready to go home, and I’m sure Mom would love some bread for breakfas

There was a short line in front of the store, and I was fifth in line. The aroma of freshly baked bread was stronger inside hop. While glancing outside the shop, I saw a familiar figure through the glass door of the bakery. I did a double–take to make sure I was seeing who I thought I was seeing

My father. He was walking down the street. He might be wearing a cap and hoodie, but I would recognize that man nywhere, even if he’s wearing a coverall.

He doesn’t see me. My heart skipped a beat at the opportunity before me. This was the first time I would have the advanta over him, so I didn’t hesitate and left my spot on the line and followed my father.

crossed the street and jogged to follow him, and when I was only 5 meters away, I slowed and maintained a good distance

>etween us.

was glad that I decided to wear a baseball cap, and I have my oversized windbreaker tied around my waist. I quickly inwrapped it and put it on. I was covered in sweat, but damn, my adrenaline was rushing through my system at a fast spee He was walking aimlessly through the street. If I didn’t know him, I would think he’s just an old man who’s doing his early morning run on a Sunday.

His body had gone frail. He got that beer belly back before he went to prison, but now he’s rather skinny under that hoodie Where are you going? I thought as I kept following him down the road. He left the park and entered the city. The sun was already up, and he went through a series of streets before he stopped in front of a convenience store.

I sighed when I saw him enter the store. Maybe I followed him for nothing. Maybe he’s just here to spend the money I gave him. Why did I even follow him all the way here? What was I thinking?

I sat on the steps of the apartment across from the convenience store. The city had started to come to life. Cars passed by the street, and I was berating myself for stupidly following this old man.

I was ready to leave when I noticed a familiar figure walking down the walkway, going towards the convenience store.

Those narrow waist, voluptuous hips, and long legs belonged to a model walking on a runway. People secretly watched the sway of her hips as she do a catwalk. She’s a head turner even in those skin–tight leggings and workout long–sleeve tops.

Sloane.

1/4

Her long, dewey even hair was pulled in a high ponytad, and her panty logs were printed red the wave innledning the mother ahead, were of the eyes watching her every move, then the sashayed inside the cremerieser WORK

Since and my father? I made an audible discrimive sound in my throat. That’s not gonelle, the’s one of his league, and hea on earth would they know each other, right?

This was pure coincidence, nothing more

I was trying to make out what’s going on inside the convenience store, eyes narrowed to dats, but I was just foxy Ser to we farther and Sinne I was debating crossing the street, confronting my father, or just leaving helone be sees the wheez familiar voice breaks my reverie.

I look up from the steps to see Beckett, hands in his pockets, eyes tired but soft, and a small smile on his lips Sty heart Jurches in my chest at the sight of him.

He’s coming from the apartment behind me, which made me stand from my spot on the steps

“Hey, Nooked at the door behind him and how he was dressed. He’s still wearing the same clothes from last night. crumpled, and his hair is a mess of curls over his head.

Did he spend the night in this apartment? Did he spend the night with another girl?

I shake that thought out of my head. If I think of him that way, I am no better than his judgment last night

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice was friendly but still guarded.

He looked behind him and let out a soft chuckle as though he remembered what happened inside the house. This. I spen the night with Cole. We had too much to drink”

Oh, Cole, Techoed, putting the pieces together.

The apartment didn’t look like something, Cole would sleep in. Cole looked more like a condo or penthouse guy, not some shathay apartment in the city kind of guy, but who was I to judge these people? If he says he spent the night with Cole, I shouldn’t doubt him as he did with me.

“Your” he gave me a once–over, I can’t be more glad that my windbreaker was dry from my lengthy stay in these steps, but I could feel the strand of my hair that escaped my ponytail still sticking onto my neck.

“I went to the park” I said, then realized that this street was already too far from the park. But if Beckett noticed that, he didn’t show it. Instead, he nodded and ran his fingers through his hair, eye pinching shut.

“Do you wanna grab coffee?” he asked in a groan. “My head is pounding, and I’m just about to grab coffee before talking to your

V’in not sure this was a good idea. My emotions from last night were still high, but I’ve got nothing else to do today. All week, 1 had imagined we’d be spending this Sunday together.

“Uhmm, sure” I said with a bounce on my heels, I don’t want to seem too happy to see him again because, despite the fight we

had, I missed him.

“How about that convenience store?” he pointed at the same convenience store I was surveying earlier.

“Hot” 1 napped. My voice was rather too nervous, so I took it back. “I mean, not there. Why not the pancake house down the block? 1 like pancakes”

9/4

Chapter 119

Becken studied me with a frown before he nodded. “Alright God. My head hurts. I need coffee”

We started to walk down the street, and I shot another glance at the convenience store. I still don’t see my father. “Why didn’t you have coffee at Cole?”

“I saw you on the CCTV he explained, and my cheeks turned beet red. Did he see me surveying the commence store?

Beckett’s brows were furrowed as the sun rays hit him in the face. He chose me over coffee, that’s a good start, night

We reached the pancake house, and we took the comer booth. Beckett doesn’t seem bothered that there were a few diners who recognized him. We sat in silence while I painfully watched Beckett rub circles on his temple, while we waited for cur order

When our coffee arrived, Beckett sighed at the first sip and blinked at me, as if he was finally seeing me for the first time. He took a few more sips before he started a conversation, and he went straight to what happened last night.

“About last night, Andi, I want to apologize,” he started, his sincerity filling the space between us. Tm sorry, not just for East night, but for not trusting you. For not telling you about the security I placed outside your house. I should’ve told you

I let his words hang between us for a moment. I want to say it’s okay, that I forgive him, but I would be lying if I said I’m over it, so I settle for honesty. “You can’t control my life, Beckett,” I said. “You give me things you think I need, but you should have asked me first.”

He pouted his lips. He looked like a kid who just woken up and was about to have a tantrum again. “I know you need them. you just don’t want to admit it.”

We are not just talking about security anymore. It’s about everything he had given my family and me. The house, the job, the car, the black card, the security detail.

I sank back in my seat and leveled him with a stare. “If you don’t change the way you see my life, this relationship won’t work, Beckett, I don’t want a boyfriend who thinks he knows how to control my life better than I do.”

He mulled over my statement and took another sip of his coffee. He was processing. This is probably the first time he had to deal with someone so poor but filled with pride.

“Fine…” Those words rolled off his lips like sand. He inhaled sharply as he finished his sentence. “I’ll stop,” he said, lips pursed into a hard line.

I raised an eyebrow, surprised. He agreed so easily that I’m skeptical about his answer. I straightened my shoulder and narrowed my eyes at him. “You will?”

He nodded, eyebrows knitting, together. He leaned back in his seat, tipping his chin up at me in a challenging note. “But I need you to promise one thing,”

“Don’t get your hopes up,” I sighed. I knew he agreed too easily. This was starting to sound like a business deal more than a couple fixing their issues. But I guess nothing would ever be normal when your boyfriend is Beckett Hale.

“Promise me that if you ever need help, I will be the first you come to for help,” he said with a pinch of jealousy, like someone who just had salt rubbed into their wounds.

Cole doesn’t know my problems with my father, but it seems that he managed to talk some sense into Beckett, or was it just bis hangover?

I know we’ve got a long way to go, but at least he listens now, so I said. “Fine. I can do that,” I said, feeling my chest lighter than last night.

8/4