Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152

The walk back to the car was quiet, but on the bad of quies that made me momforable to the ind fra neat I was making the wrong decision again but the hand that had me thinking why I had run away from him in the fra place

His hand stayed around ate the entire way, his dumh doing that thing again fose low felheare codes on my knuckles like a guitar playing the right key and making the most beautiful ame

After the warehouse, everything in my life fer out of place. Now that I’m here with Becken, all is well so instead of pulling away from him. I leated in desp

The parking lot was altos empty. The driver who picked me up from the airport was leating against the car vien ve came around the parking lot asking cigaretes, his eyes ligining up when he saw m

“We’re leaving bos?” he asked with a nod of his head as he opened the backsen for us.

Becken helped me to the cat doing the door as he spoke with the drive Then he cinched up beside me the de ocapping the driver’s seat. The wheels of the car seal as we doore away from the satin. This cry warda familiar to me, so I busted myself by watching the city bin froh the windows

I didn’t move a mouse when Betten reached for my bad is sonda told me he didn’t want me to superion his side ever again

Vie spent the entire drive in comfortable silence until the car towed at the somaton of a bone. There was a huge Ancient Greek–inspired fountain in from of the building beneath the team glowing hers

“This is you” Becken couch wing my gaze from taking in the boot lotby. The warm welcoming fights of the were still so much aine, despite it dready being to in the morning

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The evening air in this city was len chilly than back home, yet I still felt cold without Becken’s hand touching mine.

This bood looks pricey I wrapped my head around the fact that this hotel was towering at fry–plus floors, and now that I was onite the car, I noticed the receptionis and the guard in the lobby. Their turp is manched their alert evs wasting wat as we stood outside the building

Volt worry do Pocket murmured, lifting the strap of the duffel bag Mom prepared for me over his shoulder “Let’s 12 he threw an arm over my shoulder, guiding me inside, and I suddenly felt warn again.

The lobby guard opened the glass door for us; his practiced smile was stiff as he greeted us. Good evening, Mr. Hale, world you like hep with your bag?” He was tripping over his words, reaching out for the duffel bag-

I didn’t come as a surprise that he recognized Beckett. I was accompanied by a baseball legend after all

Becken eduty replied “We’re good, tugging me with him towards the receptionist, whose face was already beet red as she watched is crow the distance between the door and her desk

“Good evening, Mr. Hale, the tapped rapidly on her keyboard, her eyes becoming weary as seconds ticked by. “The perthonse is already booked, but I already have the king suite being cleaned-” the rambled, but stopped when Becken shook

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his head.

‘Penthouse? She already knew where Beckett wanted to stay in this hotel?‘

They knew Beckett, that was loud and clear. They must be baseball fans, and Beckett was considered a VIP.

“There’s no need for that,” Beckett grumbled calmly. “This is Andrea Wilson. She have a reservation.”

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“Oh!” The receptionist’s gaze slid towards me. I can’t help but notice the pursing of her lips as she scrutinized me from head to toe with her crystal blue eyes. She looked confused that a VIP like Beckett Hale would be here with a nobody.

“One moment.” She tapped on her keyboard, frowning as she clearly saw my name on the list of reservations. “She’s the one booked in the penthouse.”

I wanted to protest, to burst out with questions. ‘Penthouse? What was Cole thinking? I cannot afford that,’ but Beckett, squeezing my shoulder reassuringly, made me keep my mouth shut.

Beckett just answered her with a curt yes. She scrambled to get the key card from under the desk. She picked up the phone and called another employee to guide us up to the penthouse, but Beckett asked for the key card. “We’re good.”

The receptionist, although hesitant, gave Beckett the key card. We rode the elevator to the top floor. The elevator was made of glass, and I could see the city as we climbed higher and higher. I was so mesmerized by the view that I didn’t even mind how Beckett handled everything in the lobby.

We reached the top floor, Beckett grabbed my hand, and once we stepped out of the elevator, we were already at the penthouse. It was a cutout from a magazine. The walls were made of glass from top to bottom, and the city lights were even more picturesque from up here. The penthouse features an open–plan design with a living room, a large TV, and a fireplace. Then the kitchen was complete with every appliance I could think of. I would need to cook a restaurant–quality meal. I could only imagine what was inside that fridge.

“I… I cannot afford this, Beckett,” I grumbled as I walked further into the penthouse. Even the tiled floor looked like it cost more than my salary..

I made a mental note not to drop anything during my stay here.

Here I was looking out of place, then Beckett dropped my bag on the couch and went toward the kitchen. He opened the fridge and poured himself a glass of water, moving around as if the place belonged to him. “It’s on the house.”

“What?” I turned to him with wide eyes. Now that he announced that, I realized why the guard and the receptionist acted that way. And on the table napkin at the bar counter was the surname ‘Maldini‘ in cursive writing. “You own this?”

Beckett’s lips puckered as he washed the glass he had used. “Technically, this is Nana’s,” he laid out. I noticed that Beckett doesn’t use the Maldini family name. It was Cole who was proud to use that name, “And the team’s hotel is just down the block,” he explained. “Call me if you need anything, okay?”

There was a queasy feeling in my belly as he made me know we were not in the same building. What was I thinking anyway? Why would he stay here with me?

“Okay,” I murmured as he handed me the key card, feeling so small in this huge and beautiful penthouse.

He cupped my face, those gray pools making a painting of me in his head, then leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Good night, Andi.”

I could only hum as I watched him go toward the elevator. I feel like a child being left behind by her guardian in the playground.

Beckett’s frame stood tall as he waited for the elevator to ding open. He stepped inside, gave me another smile, then pressed

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the button on the side of the door.

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I swept a glance around the penthouse. This place was beautiful, but it already made me feel anxious just knowing I was the only one who’d sleep here.

“Beckett!” I called as the door closed. My heart jumped in my chest as I rushed towards the elevator. My relief overwhelmed me as the door opened again, revealing Beckett frowning at me.

He rushed out of the elevator, gripping my shoulder as he checked my face worriedly. “What happened?”

I lowered my gaze to his chest, my own heartbeat drumming in my head. “I… Will you stay here with me?”

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