Rookie Mistake: A Sports Romance Novel (The Beasts of Baseball Book 1) by Alice Ward Page B

things would probably only get worse, so I didn’t.
    Holly decided to stick around for the week, which kept Ace preoccupied trying to satisfy her at night and gave Whitney someone to sit with during the day while we practiced. I loved having her in the stands watching us play, but I knew all the women hanging around made her jealous. The other benefit to Ace being preoccupied was the fact he wasn’t tugging on my arm to go out and party with him, something I knew drove Whitney wild, and not in a good way.
    “Hey, Calvin,” a female voice called from the stands. I turned and looked just in time to see a large set of breasts exposed for my benefit. Red paint tainted her skin to match my number — 10 — with the zero perfectly placed around her nipple. I smiled, laughed, and then felt the heat of Whitney’s eyes on me. Ace danced around the field like a fool, playing it up for all the ladies and egging the blonde to continue lifting her top.
    I gave Whitney a quick kiss before I headed into the locker room. Her lips were tight and her body tense, so I knew she wasn’t pleased about the cheering from the ladies, mainly the one who exposed her massive tits at least seven times before the coach intervened.
    “I’ll be quick,” I promised and then ducked into the locker room.
    “Hey, hot shot!” Ace yelled out as I opened my locker. “You in trouble?”
    I shook my head, not in the mood for one of his lectures on why I should be single.
    “I think your girl was pretty pissed off about those titties,” he teased.
    “She’s fine,” I lied, knowing good and damn well she was anything but fine. I would hear about it later, I always did. It was getting old and sometimes I actually thought about what Ace said on the field during practice.
    Single men don’t get bitched at when women flash their tits, they get laid!
    As expected, Whitney wanted to discuss the woman on the field. “Why didn’t the coach remove her?” she scolded. “That’s indecent and distracting.”
    Indecent, no. Distracting, sure.
    “Can we just have a good time tonight?” I begged. I knew the exhaustion in my voice was another issue we would discuss later, how I didn’t understand where she was coming from and that my attitude made her feel like a nag.
    Well, if it quacks like a duck, and it looks like a duck, it’s probably a fucking nag!
    “Holly’s leaving tomorrow, so we’re going to have a great night, and then I get you all to myself,” I said, hoping to interject some happiness back into our conversation. “It’s been rough having to share you.”
    “Yeah, I have to share you all the time,” she snapped, the words flying at me like a whip. It pissed me off, especially when I looked down at another new outfit she’d bought. Two thousand bucks for a pair of shorts, a top, and some shoes. It made me want to snap back at her, remind her that her sharing me was keeping her well fed and dressed.
    Finally, we were back at the apartment and out of the car where it felt like I was being suffocated. Here, I could sit and relax in front of the TV for at least an hour while she frantically got ready for our night out. Holly was at Ace’s — all her stuff was moved there a few days ago — so he couldn’t say they weren’t sleeping now. He was actually letting her stay the night, a rule that he once said couldn’t be broken.
    “I won’t be long,” she promised.
    “Take your time, baby,” I said, meaning take extra time, please.
    I fell onto my recliner and pushed the power button on the remote. ESPN was on, and shots of our recent scrimmage were playing as the hosts were arguing over our chances to make it to the playoffs, or possibly even winning it.
    “This new pitcher, Calvin Malone, he was born and raised in cow country. That boy is grass fed and ready to roll with a golden arm and an eagle eye. He’s going to take them all the way,” one of the hosts boasted.
    “He’s young, naïve, and I bet this city eats him alive