Paige I grab the keys to Dallas’ car, and we rush out of the house. Since I’m unsure how bad my condition is, I don’t speak a word, and neither does Dallas. We drive to the hospital in complete silence, both of us too scared to say anything. When we arrive, I am quickly taken into an examining room by a friendly nurse, and various tests are run that show my liver enzymes are highly elevated. The doctor informs me that I have a condition called Gilbert’s Syndrome—a mild form of liver disorder—which is entirely manageable with a proper diet and exercise plan and regular checkups. He prescribes some medications for me and provides instructions on how to manage my condition. I’m basically not allowed to eat “fun food” that contains a lot of sugar, like my breakfast cereal and the high-fatty foods that I enjoy. It sucks, but what can you do? After I finish up at the hospital, Dallas drives me back home with his hand squeezing mine over the middle console. I have this strange feeling ther
PaigeWith a confident smile, I stroll inside the mansion wearing just my black bikini. Dallas is right: I’ve been treating him poorly ever since I stopped eating sugar, and now it’s time to make things right. But instead of giving him an apology through words, I plan on taking him in my mouth and sucking him dry inside his office. He won’t complain, right?I walk up the stairs and don’t even hesitate to push up his office door even though I can hear he is busy. Bright blue eyes meet mine, and my lips curve when I see Dallas sitting in his chair with his phone pressed to his ear. He is wearing a crisp white shirt and is probably about to enter a meeting with his agent after he is done on the phone. It would explain his sudden change of attire.“Hold on a moment, my girlfriend just entered the room,” Dallas brings his attention away from the phone and offers me a smile. “I’m about to be in a meeting, honey. But if you’re hungry, my private chef is downstairs—”His voice trails off when
Paige It’s been a month since the doctor diagnosed me with Gilbert’s Syndrome, and I’m already feeling the benefits of my diet change. Dallas has really helped me stay away from unhealthy sugars and kept me accountable, even though it hasn’t been easy. I love him, though, probably even more than before. He pulls me close every morning with cuddles and kisses before he heads off to the gym—what a sap! I don’t have to worry about Dallas leaving me for some supermodel; he loves me too much. When he is around, I forget all the worries and stress that come with a chronic illness. We spend most of our days sunbathing or swimming. We love trying new restaurants and checking out art galleries to pretend we have some class, and Dallas has promised me we are going back to Sweden pretty soon since I love that country. He is such a sweetheart. With a goofy grin on my face, I follow Dallas’ agent until our seats come into view. There’s a placard sign in my hand, and when Julian’s gaze lands on
Dallas I’m standing at the altar, and my heart is racing. I swear everyone can hear it thumping in my chest. It’s louder than a stampede of wild animals, louder than any NFL game I have ever played. And at the end of the aisle is Paige, the woman of my dreams. I pinch myself to make sure this isn’t a dream because there’s no way I could be this lucky... Gabriel sniffles behind me. He is Paige’s best man, while Julian is mine. I don’t know how my teammate Gabriel became such good friends with my soon-to-be-wife, but while planning the wedding, they somehow found each other. Paige’s eyes are locked onto mine, and I can feel the warmth of her love radiating off of her. Her dress—a delicate white lace—hugs her curves in all the right places, and I can’t wait to get my hands on her. Suddenly, she’s there in front of me, and the ceremony begins. I’m not even sure what the priest or rabbi—I can’t remember which one we hired—is saying. All I can focus on is Paige and how lucky I am to have
PaigeThe first boy I ever loved was Dallas Brooke, the tall and popular football player that every girl in high school wanted to call their boyfriend. Everyone had a crush on him, but unfortunately for all his fans, Dallas was mine, and I was his. We began dating in the first year of high school, but before my college graduation, he broke my heart.That same man—Dallas Brooke—is now standing behind my door and looking down at me with his gorgeous blue eyes. As I look up at him, my heart skips a beat, and I immediately grow bitter. Was he always this stupidly beautiful?Three years later, my heart still doesn’t know whether to cry out in joy at the sight of his face or weep at what we lost.“Dallas,” I say, a little out of breath. “What do you want? What are you doing here?”“I just…”“You just what?” I demand.“I wanted to see you.”I glare at him in disbelief. “You wanted to see me, so you traveled across the country?”“I have a game here tomorrow,” he gauges my reaction, knowing fo
PaigeI hurry inside the hospital, eyes set on the reception desk as I storm forward like an unstoppable force. The lady working behind the desk is speaking on the phone, but I don’t care if she is busy. I will gain her attention soon enough!I slam my hands on her desk, making her jump in her seat before she looks up at me. “Where is he? Where is Dallas Brooks?!”The lady stares at me with fearful eyes. I know she isn’t going to answer me, but luckily, a large hand lands on my shoulder. When I turn around, I’m face-to-face with Julian. He is Dallas’ agent, and he looks just as haunted as I feel. I might not be Dallas’ girlfriend anymore, but as soon as I heard the news that Dallas had been in a car accident, I texted Julian.Knowing the history of Dallas and me, Julian gave me the address to the hospital, and I’m thankful for that. Since Dallas is a famous football player, hundred of fans must be trying to find the hospital where they are operating on my former boyfriend.Julian’s ey
PaigeThere is a knot in my stomach as I watch a large SUV drive up to the curb outside my apartment. Dallas is inside of it, and I’m surprised there aren’t any paparazzi here, but then again, I live on the poor side of the big city. No one would expect him to be dropped off here.“Hello, Paige,” Julian is the first person to jump out of the car and greet me. He looks oddly happy to see me, which is a first.Dallas’ agent never really liked me. I remember him calling me an obstacle that kept Dallas from achieving his big dream of becoming a football star, and yes, I still hold a grudge.“Nice to see you, Julian,” I plaster on a smile. “Where is Dallas?”“In the back,” Julian says.I glance toward the back of the SUV, watching as a couple of bodyguards help Dallas with his wheelchair.My eyes do a double-take.It’s strange seeing Dallas, who always used to be so strong and tough, sit in a wheelchair with a broken leg. It’s even stranger that Dallas doesn’t have his old memories and pro
PaigeA chuckle startles me awake. “Not to be rude or anything, but would you mind helping me to your bed before you pass out? That’s where I’m sleeping, right? Also, I need help getting out of these clothes.”Still groggy from my nap, I blink life into my eyes.Dallas is sitting in his wheelchair with a shit-eating grin and his thick, muscular arms folded over his shirt. It's unfair that even a goddamn car accident can’t make him look unattractive. If anything, the bruises on his face make him look dangerous.“Good morning, miss assistant,” he teases even though it's probably late as heck. “Did you enjoy your nap?”I smile at the playful glint in his eyes. "Very funny, Dallas," I say, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "And yes, I will help you to the bed, but first, let me get you something to drink.""Thoughtful," he says. "Seeing it hurts to stretch and fill a glass myself.""Gosh, how long was I out?" I ask, hoping he isn't too thirsty. It's important to stay hydrated, especially