Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 88

apter 88

-Andi-

“Are you expecting deliveries?” Mom asked, puzzled in all sorts of ways.

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I would be puzzled too because it was my first time setting foot here, and now there’s a delivery guy standing at our doorstep.

The man didn’t look like trouble. He meant business in his black shirt tucked neatly into dark jeans, black shoes polished to perfection; it was blinding. A cap covered most of his blond hair, but a few unruly strands stuck out on the back. He held a tickler, and then he pulled out a pen stashed on top of his ears, patiently waiting for me to sign his documents.

“Andrea Wilson?” he said, voice clipped and formal.

Beside him, my mother hovered by the door, curiosity written all over her face.

There were two boxes stacked on top of the coffee table in the living room. One was larger than the other.

“No, Mom, I’m not expecting anything, and yes, I am Andrea Winson,” I answered both of them simultaneously with a frown as I entered the living room.

Mom frowned, and the man nodded, then handed over a stack of documents. “Sign here. And here. Initial on the bottom.”

I stared at the pages. There were too many. “Do you have the right address?”

Glenn, as his name tag suggested, glanced at the documents. “108, 8th Street, Summerville, Hawthorn Bay,” he narrated with a little frown on his forehead. He looked rather puzzled that I was asking him this question..

“That is our address,” Mom confirmed. “And the deliveries are under your name, I checked.”

That was… uncomfortably specific.

My frown deepened, but I signed anyway. The words were too small and too many for me to peruse, but I signed almost twenty times in his documents until my wrist ached. Once done, Glenn offered a brown envelope that was tucked under his

arm.

“The key fob and vehicle documents are inside,” he said. “Car’s out front. You’re welcome to test drive it now if you’d like”

I blinked. “A… car?”

He nodded like this was the most ordinary thing in the world, like he hadn’t just said a freaking car with documents

My mother gasped softly, and I was already shaking my head. “No, this is a mistake I don’t own a—”

“Ma’am,” Glenn said gently, as patient as he could. “You can check the car and documents inside. It’s already transferred to

your name.”

We stepped outside together, and there really was a car parked in front of our new home. An Audi Q3, Glacier White Metallic. Sunlight caught on its surface, making it gleam so brightly it almost hurt to look at.

I never liked surprises, and this definitely won’t be the day I start liking them. The car sits before us like a diamond, shining brightly; it’s freaking blinding. Behind it was a haul truck. Its bright red color was a contrast to the pristine white car

Glenn walked toward it and stopped beside the driver’s door. “The key fob is in the envelope…” he started, and he narratest. one by one, how this car was the right fit for someone like me. I didn’t even get everything he said. He was like a car sales

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agent who would say anything I wanted to hear so he could make me buy the car he was selling. “…It’s perfect for everyday

isc.”

Every day use? Glenn’s words echoed in my head. Like life mocking me, like a scream in the canyon that echoes in my head.

don’t need a car. Scratch that. I need a car, but I can’t afford one. All my life, I had taken the bus, sometimes I even walked, ind I did fine. I accepted life had always been like that, and that’s how it will always be.

My mother turned to me slowly. “Andi… where did all of this come from?”

already knew. My life had turned upside down the moment I crossed paths with that guy. And this just added to the long ist of reasons why I shouldn’t have associated myself with someone like him.

pulled out my phone. The cracked screen made it hard to navigate calling someone when my fingers were already rembling with all the emotions that were rushing through my veins.

My boss / fake boyfriend answered on the first ring. Was he waiting for my call? I wanted to laugh, but my shaking nerves wouldn’t let me.

What are you doing?” I asked without preamble.

He hummed. He had the nerve to hum, and I could hear the frown in his voice. “Uhh, about to take a shower. Do you want ne to send you a nude selfie?”

What?” My voice hitched as these indecent thoughts of him naked just flooded my head. I groaned. When did I ever allow

im to rule my life like this? “No. I mean about the car. There’s a delivery guy here who just made me sign twenty locuments.”

Car?” he gasped, and I can imagine him frowning with a knowing smirk on his lips. The nerve of this man to play dumb; we both know he knew what I was talking about. “You have a car? That’s nice, Andi.”

No sane person would send me a car. It’s not even twenty–four hours since I left his estate, and he’s already showing me how nuch power he has over my life.

Stop….” I pinched the bridge of my nose, controlling my voice and my emotions. “You know what I’m talking about, Beckett.”

He chuckled. He had the audacity to laugh? What in the world is he thinking, sending me a car? “Yeah… did you like it? I thought you would like the orange one. I think orange would suit you better. Do you want me to buy you the orange one?”

“Orange?” I blinked at the car in question. He’s worried about the color, and he would buy me another one if I didn’t like it? What the hell is wrong with this guy? Did he wake up on the wrong side of his bed?

“Stop. Just stop, Becket.” I hissed, and I could see people coming out of their houses, sticking their noses in our business. unsubtly.

I closed my eyes. Sighing as I put a smile on my face. “I don’t need the car, and I will tell Glenn to take it back from wherever he got it.”

Beckett released a low sigh. “We can’t send it back, Andi. It’s already paid.”

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“I don’t want this, Beckett,” I insisted. God! This guy makes me want to pull my hair from my scalp. If I could just reach over this call and pinch his ears, I would. Or better yet, kick him in the muts to wake him up from whatever drugs he had taken.

That’s right. He must be high on something. That’s the only right explanation for this.

“You need a car, Andi,” Beckett’s tone was calm and steady, a contrast to the explosive emotions rushing through my veins

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“No, I don’t, I fired back. “You’re giving me a car when I can’t even afford to buy gas. Much less maintenance. You’re only adding expenses on me.”

He released a heavy sigh. “Don’t worry about the maintenance. I will take care of your car….” he said, sounding like a man who was willing to take care of more than my car. He’s already doing so much for me. “Just think about this. You can’t take the bus here, and you can’t always ask Siobhan to drive you here. It’s best if you have your own car.”

He didn’t have to lay it all out like that, as if he were thinking rationally, and I’m just being stubborn. But I can’t just bend a knee to whatever he does. He should have consulted me and not bought me a car on a whim.

“Still, you should have let me decide what I need, Beckett. I could have saved up for a second–hand car.”

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I did that?” He shot back. He didn’t say fake, he said boyfriend. That left me speechless. “I can afford it, and I will shower you with gifts, baby girl. So let me.”

‘Baby girl…‘ Did he just call me baby girl? He did. My heart won’t be leaping out of my chest if that was just a figment of my imagination.

“1… I can’t-”

“You can… and you will let me, okay?” he cooed. I could feel his hands cupping my face, his thumb brushing my lips as he murmured those words to my lips. “Now I gotta go. I need to get to practice. I will see you later.”

I was putty in his hands. A few little words, and my heart was already melting for him.

“Okay…” was all I could say. When I ended the call, my mom had a knowing smile on her lips.

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