Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 213

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Chapter 213

-Beckett

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Andi was the only reason I was still driving on the speed limit. If she weren’t sitting in the passenger seat. I would have made this car fly to Grandad’s place, throwing threats at his face

I hate that he was playing dirty. I hate that he would hurt the innocent kids at the orphanage just to bend me to his will. I’m

grown ass man for fuck’s sake. He needs to stop meddung with my hfe!

Maybe we should fake our divorce,” Andi offered, and even if there was playfulness in her voice, that sentence made my

tomach twist.

“No,” I grunted.

was driving her to Sea, Salt and Bread for her shift tonight when all I wanted to do was drive back to the estate and fucking

er to next week.

It’s just for a show,” she insisted, still unaware of how tight I was clenching the steering wheel and how my teeth were grinding, “Until you find a way to help the kids.”

Andi’has a big heart, and I loved that about her. She would rather suffer than let the kids at the orphanage go homeless. Her ntention was good, but she didn’t care if it hurt her in the process. I’m her opposite, though. I would not leave her, even just or a show, just to save the kids. I would max out all my resources and go bankrupt instead of fake divorcing her.

That’s not an option, Andi,” I put pressure in my voice this time so she knows where I stand on this topic. “I would never eave you, not even if it’s a fucking show. You are my constant.”

kept my gaze straight at the road. My emotions were so high that I needed to focus on driving or I might lose control of he car. But despite that, I can feel Andi’s pretty blue eyes boring holes in the side of my face.

Those words struck her hard where it should, but that’s exactly what I wanted her to feel. I want her to feel every emotion nside me, every desire coursing through my veins, and let her know she was the center of my world now. She keeps me ane, but she could also make my world tilt.

I have to go to work, Beckett,” she said a few beats later, licking her bottom lip.

I’m driving you there,” I said with a smirk.

‘But if I didn’t…” she licked her lips again, and what I would give to have another taste of that lip. “I would ask you to stop his car and fuck me against the steering wheel until this SUV’s entire body rattled.”

‘Goddammit, baby girl,” I groaned. I didn’t know where this side of her was coming from, but I loved every second of it ‘You can’t say stuff like that and not expect my cock to respond.”

I hear her moan. She fucking moaned.

“We gotta stop,” I grumbled, shaking my head. “We can’t be talking like this when I’m driving”

“You started it,” she giggled, sinking back in her seat. She had rolled the windows down earlier, and the wind was sweeping her brunette hair.

I stole a glance at my wife, and my God, the view I have can’t amount to winning any baseball award. She’s the best gift have ever received, and I would die first before I let anyone take her away from me.

“I love you, Andi,” I blurted out, and the more I said those words, the easier they tumbled out of my mouth

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aatfyour told me would be saying those words every day six months ago. I would have thrown a fastball straight to their Lace But Andi is my favorite plot twist. She’s my favorite story.

“I love you, too, Beckett she sailed sweetly at me, and the aftertroon sun from her side cast an angelic shadow on her already pretty face.

We reached the restaurant before I could even bask in the happiness I was feeling.

She doesn’t need to work. She has an idea of how wealthy I am, but she sull insisted she needed this. And being apart from her, even just for a few hours, made me miss her so badly.

I didn’t step out of the car. I can’t have Robert recognizing me, again, Andi’s condition, so I stepped on the gas and hit the

road.

Now that I was alone in the car, I was once again drawn back into what I learned from Sophie. And just for almost half an hour, I was parking my car in the basement of Abuelo’s building. I know where he lives, but this was my first time dropping by his place.

He’s got his own chain of hotels, one that he was forced to put up when Nana threw him out of the family.

I still don’t know what happened to them. They’ve been married for over five decades, and now that they are older, they have decided to go their separate ways. That didn’t stop Abuelo from ruining my life, though. I don’t know what it is about me that he can’t let go. I don’t think Cole would mind if he were the one in an arranged marriage to a random girl.

I was prepared to fight my way through his security, but the guards didn’t even ask who I was. When I rolled down the window of my car, recognition flickered on their face.

I just told them I was here to see granddad, and one of them even accompanied me to granddad’s unit on the top floor.

He lives in a penthouse, and the interior was as dark as his plans for my future.

‘He’ll be out in a minute, sir,” the security informed me as he stepped back into the elevator, leaving me alone in the living

‘oom.

Everything was in black, gray, and wood, and the partitions were made of bricks. Everything was a cutout from an industrial design magazine. It was too pristine and too clean, as though nobody lived here.

I settled on the black couch. The leather scent was still fresh as I sank into it. There was sadness in the stillness of the room. The quiet was not peaceful but sad. And the luxury was rather distressful than comfortable.

Footsteps echoed from the hallway, and Grandad emerged a moment later in a white dress shirt and gray slacks. He’s in a white slip on slippers, though, and his hair was still styled neatly over his head.

‘Beckett,” his smile was wide and surprised. “I thought my men dared play tricks on me.”

I stood from the couch as a sign of respect. The last time we saw each other, I was already feming before I even faced him.

“Grandfather,” I murmured, my voice flat and distant.

His lips were in a hard line as he headed straight to the minibar and poured two glasses of whiskey. He offered one to me. accepted it with no intention of drinking it.

“Grandfather?” he said, chuckling, and he motioned for me to sit down. “What happened to Abuelo?”

I dismissed his comment. That was a momentary slip in my memory. “I’m here to discuss business.”

He sipped his whiskey, hands resting languidly on the armrest of the single couch. “Ahh, straight to the point” He sounded

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