All Chapters of The Billionaire Baseball Star's Regret: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Carrie LoweThe emerald silk of my dress felt like a second skin, but a skin that didn't belong to me. It was too tight, too expensive, and far too loud for a woman who spent fourteen hours a day in surgical scrubs and orthopedic clinics. I had saved for three months to buy it, skipping lunches and taking double shifts at the hospital just to look like I belonged in Mark’s world for one night.It was our third anniversary. Three years of being the secret behind the man. Three years of massaging his hamstrings after every workout, researching his competitors, and making sure his protein shakes were exactly the right consistency. I was the "lucky charm" of Mark Sterling, the man everyone in Los Angeles predicted would be the next great sports scout for the major leagues.But tonight, I wasn't just his lucky charm. I was his wife. And I was done being a secret.The Diamond Club was a fortress of glass and steel rising out of the heart of L.A. It was the kind of place where the air-condit

Dr. Carrie VanceThe clinic was silent—the kind of heavy, pressurized quiet that only exists in buildings designed to keep the world out. It was 8:00 PM. The staff had gone home, and my luxurious office space was enveloped in pin drop silence. I should have been home. I should have been sipping a glass of chilled white wine in my quiet apartment, celebrating the fact that I finally had the lion in my cage. Instead, I was standing in the dim light of Therapy Room Three, staring at the padded table where Jake Slater would soon be lying.I hadn't expected him to show up tonight. I’d told him, two weeks. It was a test, a way to see how much of the "Legend" was left under the desperation.He had lasted exactly six hours.The elevator chimed down the hall. And in a matter of seconds, I was face to face with Jake Slater again. He was exhausted. Good. An exhausted man was a man who let his guard down. I straightened my white coat, checked my reflection in the polished steel of a cryo-tank, a

CarrieHis hands were a fever.I could feel the heat of them through the thin cotton of my scrubs, his fingers dragging a slow, heavy line from my waist to the small of my back. The scent of the sandalwood oil was suffocating, thick and sweet in the dim light of the room. In that moment, Jake wasn't just another patient anymore. He was a 6 foot plus embodiment of immense pleasure that I couldn’t get enough of. He pinned me against the edge of the treatment table, the cold metal biting into my hips."Carrie," he whispered, his warm breath smelling of Irish whiskey . "Give into me, stop holding back." He said. He pulled me closer, his chest a solid, thudding wall against mine. I should have pushed him away. I should have resisted with every fibre of my being, but my will power betrayed me. My hands were tangled in the dark silk of his hair, my heart a frantic bird trapped in my ribs. When he kissed me, it sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t help but wonder to myself, how could one m