Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

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The delivery truck had just disappeared around the curve on our block, and I could already feel Mom’s eyes searing on the back of my head. Our neighbors were still obviously peeking in our direction. The commotion I had created drew watchful. prying eyes on us. We were the newcomers and we’re already gonna be the subject over their afternoon tea.

“Why would your boss give you a car?” Mom asked as soon as we were inside the house. Her tone was caught between concerned and curious.

I hate lying to my mom, but I couldn’t tell her that my boss is now my fake boyfriend to save me from the mess my ex- boyfriend started. It was a really messed–up situation that I don’t know how to get out of.

“It’s part of this new gig Siobhan gave me. I’m Beckett’s new assistant now,” I released a nervous laugh. I wanted it to sound sarcastic, but it was really hard to lie to my mother. So I turned towards.the two packages waiting for me on the coffee table and picked them up. “It’s just a nice way of saying I’m his new errand girl.”

Mom’s eyebrows curved, unconvinced. “And he registered the car in your name?”

I sighed. “It’s one of the perks of the new contract I signed, but I thought they would buy me a second–hand car.”

I’m slowly mirroring Siobhan’s abilities by lying with a straight face. It doesn’t feel right. It makes me want to vomit, but this was the best way to save Mom from heartbreak. I saw how devastated she was when I told her about Carter.

Why am I even lying to my mom? She would understand me if I just told her why. But then again, knowing would only give her a reason to worry about me. It’s the same reason I agree with Carter to hide our relationship.

Mom smiled. And this time, it was from relief. “You really found a good employer with Beckett, honey. He gave us a new home and now he’s giving you a job that really suits you.”

I don’t know about that, but I feel like he’s trying to control so much of my decisions. I make one move for myself and he matches that with two of his that makes me want to look dependent on him.

“Yeah,” I agreed just to keep my mom from worrying anymore, “I’ll just unbox these in my room.”

“Okay,” Mom smiled. “Are you going to have lunch here?”

I nodded, my face lighting up with the thought of tasting Mom’s homemade meals again. “Maybe we can drive to the grocery store later?”

“Sure, honey,” she said and turned toward the kitchen. She busied herself in making lunch.

I stared at her for a long moment, and a thought came to me. Do I really have to feel bad about everything Beckett had given us? My mom was making meals in a kitchen where she could move with case. The roof of this house wasn’t leaking. and Caleb could put all his posters in his room without his sister telling him it’s giving too much testosterone. This was what I had always wanted for my family, and Beckett had just handed it to us on a silver platter

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“Are you okay?” Mom frowned at me. She was holding a knife and tomatoes.

“Yeah… yeah. I was just wondering how Caleb’s room looks like by now” I said.

“How do you think?” Mom giggled, and I went to my room before she could catch me staring into nothingness an

In my room, I placed the two boxes on my bed. I stared at it for a long moment before getting the courage to open it

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The car almost made me faint. I don’t think these two boxes can top that car’s shock, right?

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1 sat comfortably in the middle of the bed. The mattress was as soft and cosy as the one back at the pool house. I start with the smaller box. There was no note, no letter on top of it, which only added to the tension in my chest.

The tearing sound of the packaging as I opened it made my heart thump louder. The suspense was deafening, and I salivated when I saw what was inside the first box. Two things were inside. One was a black card with Beckett’s name on it. It looked like the one I had used on that crazy shopping list that got me in trouble. And the second item was another box, but this time I knew what was inside. A new phone. It was the latest release of Apple, and my hand shook as I felt its existence in my hand.

I set aside the card and phone, already devising a plan to return them to Beckett. Then I opened the bigger box, and inside it was a new laptop. It was still sealed, and the manual was intact.

How in the world did Beckett manage to buy all of these in that time frame? We were just having breakfast this morning. Is hat what money and influence can do?

My insides were warm and fuzzy as I pulled out my phone to call Beckett again, but there was already a message from him on my idle screen.

You deserve all of that, baby girl. Use my card to buy anything you and your family need. Don’t even think about giving it back. I will just toss them away if you do. -Your loving boyfriend.

My mouth hung open in disbelief. All I could read from his message was arrogance. This isn’t how a boyfriend is supposed

o act, right?

Then how should he act?‘ A small voice in my head whispered.

I know that a real boyfriend will shower his girlfriend with gifts and pamper her, but Beckett isn’t my real boyfriend. It will all boil down to that.

But then you kissed. You even told him he could kiss you whenever he wanted, the annoying voice in my head answered back.

I groaned and fell backwards on my bed; Beckett’s face was filling my head.

I can see him smiling at me, smirking, and those eyes trying to read what was running through my head.

“Why did you give me all of these, Beckett? Don’t you have anything better to do with your money?”

My phone chimed, and it was another message from Beckett.

It was a picture of him wearing a baseball jersey and a cap cast shadows on his face. He was winking in the photo, his lips curved into a smirk. ‘Don’t overthink, the caption said..

I find myself smiling back at him even though he can’t see me.

He shouldn’t be sending me cute pictures of himself, and I shouldn’t be smiling and feeling giddy in my belly. These all felt wrong yet so right.

“Ugh! What am I going to do with you?” I sighed and took a deep breath. I ended up replying to his message with a half–face selfie of me, lips puckered to a slight frown, yet my eyes were smiling. I don’t have any captions for it I sent it before I even had a chance to change my mind.

Beckett’s reply was instant. I’ll pick you up at eight, beautiful.

shouldn’t be squealing into my pillow. I shouldn’t be excited to see him later. I’ve been doing a lot of things I shouldn’t be

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doing these days.

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Mom and I went to buy supplies that afternoon. We were filling a cart now, when we were only used to filling a basket. Before, we only get what we needed, counting how much our purchase would cost before we reached the counter, because we were on a very limited budget.

“Are you sure?” Mom asked when we were already in the produce section. She had been eyeing the ribeye for about a minute now, and I told her to take two.

“Yes, Mom,” I said with a giggle.

We didn’t ever have ribeye steak in our trailer home. Mom was friends with the butcher near the trailer park, and we got to buy scraps of meat every afternoon. I don’t resent that part of my life. It was cheap, and we ate; that was what’s important, but the look of glee on my Mom’s face as she picked the ribeye from the freezer was priceless.

After about an hour, we were loading the supplies onto the back of the car when I felt someone watching us. I didn’t mind it. By now, I had gotten used to the people’s watchful eyes on my back. Mom was helping me lift the bags from the cart to the trunk when she froze and gasped.

She was looking at the rows of cars in the parking lot, and when I followed her gaze, I saw no one suspicious.

“What is it?” I asked Mom because the color on her face was starting to drain south.

“Nothing,” she shook her head, but the horror on her face wasn’t nothing.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” I said, concern lacing my tone.

“I thought I saw someone,” she was beating around the bush.

I finished loading the grocery bags and closed the trunk, then faced Mom. “Who?”

Her lips trembled as she answered me. “You dad.”

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