Dirty Baller: a Secret Baby Sports Romance
“I say to Ivan as I pull my suitcase out of the back of his car.“You focus on getting better so we can win next season, alright?”I nod and smile. “Thank you for all of this,” I say. He claps me on the back. “Of course. You let me know if there’s anything I can do for you, son.”The word son hangs between us. I feel oddly emotional but I fight back my tears of gratitude. “Drive safe back to London,” I say.Ivan hops in the car and waves as he drives away.I’m left standing outside of this old stone building near the seaside. I hope that the place looks less grim on the inside than on the outside.I walk up the moss-covered steps as a seagull screeches overhead and shits on my t-shirt.Perfect.
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