Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82

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“Did I do something wrong?” Beckett asked as I finished my Panna cotta. It was torture. All I wanted to do was go back to the estate and get this dinner over with. This show was suffocating, yet I didn’t want to cause a scene.

Apparently, my fake boyfriend does.

“The food upset my stomach, that’s all.” Total freaking lie. That king crab was the best food I had ever tasted in my entire life. Without Beckett, I wouldn’t even be able to see a king crab laid on my table.

Beckett’s jaw tightened. “That was the opposite of what you said earlier.”

I met his eyes, forcing myself to hold my facade. “My eyes liked it, my stomach didn’t.”

His lips pressed into a hard line. He tossed his wine in one go. Anyone who would look our way would know something is up with us. Some may even call it a lover’s quarrel.

“It’s getting late. We should head back. Those paparazzi had already taken this dinner onto the internet.” I say with distaste. I get that being paparazzi is a job, but sticking your nose into people’s lives, waiting for them to make a mistake, and making news about it is just something I can’t stomach. It’s a cruel and exhausting job.

‘What is the matter, Andi?” Beckett pressed. He said that he learned to ignore the paparazzi. I think this was too much gnoring. He completely disregarded the fact that we are in a public place and wanted to have this conversation here? Did he ose his mind?

‘You really want to do this now?” I gritted my teeth. “We should head back. People might see this.”

He staggered back into his seat, awareness washing over him. He pulled out a lot of dollar bills and dropped it on the table with dismay.

‘Let’s go,” he said and stood up first. Even though his shoulder was as stiff as a pole, he still offered a hand to me. And like he good little girlfriend, I placed my hand in his and allowed him to guide me out of the restaurant.

We walked hand in hand just like how we came here, but silence hovered between us, heavy and gloomy. The electricity that rushed through my skin whenever he touched me was still there, crawling under every fiber of my being. I fought it so hard hat all of my muscles were strained.

Beckett’s arms were rigid, but he moved closer as we covered more ground towards his car. He drew me nearer, and I let airn. He was shielding me from the paparazzi despite my attitude.

I wanted to tell him to stop being nice to me, to stop being the perfect boyfriend. I don’t need this, but I don’t because despite knowing this would only lead to my downfall, there’s a part of me that’s squealing in excitement whenever Beckett holds me like this.

It’s damn confusing and terrifying

Because if he kept doing this–if he kept choosing me so easily–I wasn’t sure how long I could keep pretending this was just

a deal.

And for the first time since agreeing to Siobhan’s plan. I wondered if the most dangerous part of this arrangement wasn’t the world watching us, but what was happening between us when no one else could see.

We were halfway to the parking lot when the night turned eerie and hostile. Like ants that crawled out of their nest. relentless light exploded in my face Shutters snapped like gunfire. Voices rose from the dark, overpowering the lapping

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waves on the shore.

“Beckett! Over here!”

“Beckett, is she your girlfriend?”

“How long has this been going on?”

“Is this why you broke things off with Sloane?”

I had an almost encounter with the paparazzi at the trailer park, but this one was too close to my face that my body reacted before my mind could catch up. I froze. My upper body shot forward with Beckett’s steps, but my feet were cemented on the ground.

Beckett turned to me, his jaw clenched. His hand found my lower back, steering me forward without hesitation. He wasn’t dragging me, but urging me. Like he knew exactly how to guide my body, even when my mind couldn’t

“Keep your head down,” he murmured near my ear. “We’re almost at the car.”

I nodded, my throat working out to make a sound, but none came out. Every flash felt like a slap. Every shouted question peeled another layer off me. I focused on the scrape of my shoes on the pavement, on breathing in and out, on not breaking apart in front of strangers who would feast on it.

A microphone shoved itself too close.

“Andi, are the rumors true that you’re moving in with Beckett?”

I flinched. “What?”

Beckett stopped walking, growling like a lion.

The sudden halt startled the paparazzi–and me. His arm came around my shoulders like a protective shield.

“That’s enough,” he said, voice calm but edged with steel. “You’re done for tonight.”

He didn’t wait for permission. He didn’t explain. He ushered me the rest of the way to the car, opening the door and shielding me as I slid inside. The noise dulled the moment the door shut, but my ears rang anyway.

Beckett got in on the other side, slamming the door harder than necessary. The car pulled away, tires crunching over gravel, leaving the flashes behind like distant lightning.

Silence swallowed us.

I stared straight ahead, hands clenched in my lap, shaking terribly. Not only my hands, but my entire body. My chest teh too. tight, like the air inside me had turned molten.

I’m not sure when Beckett parked the car on the side of the road. All I knew was his warm hands cupping my cheeks. guiding my face toward him.

“Are you okay Beckett asked softly. The soft glow from the dashboard illuminated the worry on his face.

“Yes,” I said, sharper than I intended. “Yes. No. No, I’m not okay. I stuttered as I clutches my trembling hands, tiling it

from Beckett

But he had already seen the terror that blanketed my entire body.

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I sucked in a breath, then another. “That–I gestured vaguely behind us. They”

He exhaled slowly. “Shh you’re okay

“I’m not! I’m not okay, I stammered. “This is all because of you!” I snapped. finally turning to him. “I shouldn’t have agreed

to this

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. He looked like he was cursing me in his mind.

“I don’t want this. I want out!” I continued my voice trembling despite my effort to control it. “I don’t-”

He turned off the sputtering of blame from my mouth by crushing his mouth in mine.

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