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The Last Strike의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

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That Was HOT!

Elizabeth’s POV:I woke up this morning to one headline after another about Ashton’s night at the club. Charles had sent me a text saying he had told Ashton about his three-game suspension. He also made me aware that the team would be traveling to the West Coast for a series of games and that he wanted me to travel with them. Ashton might be benched, but he’s still a part of the team and will be traveling with them. Naturally, they would want me to tag along to prevent any more scandals.As I rifle through my closet to begin packing, I can’t help but question my sanity. Why did I agree to work with him? I could have said no. There are plenty of other athletes who need my assistance. Most of whom might actually listen to me and take my advice, unlike my arrogant ex-boyfriend. I feel like my mind has turned into a broken record, repeatedly replaying the same questions.

In Flight Drama

Elizabeth’s POV:I refused to open my eyes. I didn’t dare look at Ashton while my hand held his in a death grip. I can’t believe he even offered it to me or that he remembered I hated takeoffs. We had only flown together a couple of times over the years. The fact that he not only remembered but also offered his hand had me feeling butterflies in my stomach.When I heard him whisper to me not to crush his bones, a wave of embarrassment washed over me, and I lessened my grip on his hand and continued pressing my eyes shut. I muttered a soft thank-you.Once I felt the plane level out, I quickly let go of Ashton’s hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as he repeatedly flexed his hand. Damn, had I really squeezed it so hard? Without looking at him directly, I said, “Sorry.”He chuckled, “It’s okay. I forgot how st

Let's Do Dinner

Elizabeth’s POV:By the time we stepped off the plane in Los Angeles, I was both physically and mentally exhausted. Being confined in an airplane for multiple hours, seated next to my ex-boyfriend, had proven to be quite the test of my patience.Between the whorish flight attendant and the odd way Ashton kept looking at me, I was ready to snap someone like a twig. Maybe I should give out another verbal beating to one of his arrogant teammates to help vent my frustrations.Not to mention, I had to force my aching feet back into these hellish heels, and my body was screaming at me in protest. I’m convinced that whoever invented high-heeled shoes must have hated women.When we arrived at our hotel, I wanted nothing more than to take a long, hot shower followed by a lengthy nap. Sadly, the universe had other plans. My phone’s voicemail was full, and

Thank You

Elizabeth’s POV:Spending two hours of my morning sweet-talking business executives is not my idea of fun, but here I sit, putting in my best effort to salvage Ashton’s partnership with EA Sports.To say that they are displeased with his recent behavior is an understatement. Thankfully, I have cultivated a reliable working relationship with them over the past two years. It also doesn’t hurt that I put a lot of effort into my wardrobe and makeup today.Honestly, they have every right to cut ties with him and take the financial loss, but I came here to convince them otherwise. Here’s hoping I’m not going o regret this later on. I silently pray, ‘Ashton, please don’t make any more mistakes that will cause me to lose my credibility.’Once we finish with the greetings and pleasantries, we dive right into the serious disc

Schemes & Doom

Elizabeth’s POV:A part of me felt slightly guilty for not going to the game this afternoon, but I wasn’t lying when I told Jacob that I had work to get done. I had multiple phone calls to return and quite a bit of research to get done.First off, I need to find out everything I can about Ashton’s agent, Landon. From everything I’ve heard in the past, from reliable sources, is that he’s not to be trusted and may not be working with Ashton’s best interests in mind.The fact that the executives I met with this morning informed me that Landon hadn’t made any attempt to discuss Ashton’s partnership with them was a big red flag. It would appear that he’s not overly concerned about helping Ashton keep his endorsements, which leaves me wondering why.Thankfully, I have built quite an array of helpful contacts through

Ready For A Workout?

Elizabeth’s POV:I was finishing up a phone call with an executive from a sporting goods company with whom Ashton is affiliated when I heard a knock on my hotel room door. I said a polite goodbye and went to answer the door.Holy hell! Someone needs to explain to me how this man can look so damn good in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. It’s incredibly unfair! Ashton looks like he just stepped off the cover of GQ or Men’s Health, and I fear I might involuntarily start drooling over him. My inner voice screams, ‘Snap Out Of It, Stupid!’This is the same man who chose to believe a vicious lie before even giving me a chance to rebuke it. Vincent, a disgusting excuse for a man, tried multiple times to get me into his bed, but I always flat-out refused his advances. I loved Ashton and was devoted to him and our relationship.Yet, when V

In The Past

Elizabeth’s POV:Did he seriously just say that to me? This man clearly still had quite a set of balls on him, and he’d be lucky if I didn’t crush them! I wanted nothing more than to wipe that sexy little smirk off his face.“Yeah, Tate, I did do that on occasion before you turned into a dumba*s who chose to believe the words of a boy you hated rather than to trust your loving girlfriend of four years. So you can rest assured that I won’t ever do it again.”I grabbed the bat out of his hand and shoved him backwards with all my might. I pressed the button on the machine and stepped into the batter’s box.CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!I swung at every ball and kept making contact, sending them flying farther with each hit. I pictured Ashton’s face on the ball, taking my frustration out on it rather than facing assault charges.Ashton stood off to the side, slack-jawed wit

Plotting Revenge

Elizabeth’s POV: Knock. Knock. Knock. I had just polished off a second tiny bottle of alcohol from the room’s mini-bar when someone began knocking on my door. Out of fear that it was Ashton, I remained curled up on the sofa, not uttering a single word. He’d get the hint. Right? “Liz, it’s Jonesy. Open the door. I know you’re there. I promise I’m alone.” Good ol’ Malcolm. Ashton must have told him what happened or at least his version of what had happened between us tonight. There was a slight sway in my steps as I approached the door. What the hell was in these little bottles of liquor? I cracked the door open to peek out at Malcolm. He said he was alone, but I had to make sure. He took one look at me and said, “Damn Lizzy, you look like hell!” “Gee, thanks, Jonesy. It’s lovely to see you, too.” Once I had confirmed that Ashton wasn’t hiding somewhere in the shadows of the hallway, I opened the door for Malcolm to enter. He followed me in and took a seat next to me o

Met His Match

Ashton’s POV: I woke up with a pounding headache. You would think I had drunk too much last night, but I only had two beers. It must just be from all the stress and anger I’ve been feeling. Between the argument with Liz and the run-in with Vincent, I was barely able to calm myself down enough to be able to sleep. Eventually, exhaustion gave in, and I crashed. Malcolm was already dressed and ready to go when I woke up. I knew that he had gone next door to Liz’s room last night and was curious to know what he told her, but I wasn’t sure that I really wanted to know what horrible things she had said about me. He must have been reading my mind somehow because the first thing he said to me was, “Don’t worry, she didn’t quit. She didn’t even really say anything bad about you. Well, she may have called you stupid or something like that, but nothing you haven’t been called before.” “Thanks, Mal. I can’t say that’s very reassuring. Please tell me that you told her not to come to toda

Dirty Deeds Confessed

Elizabeth’s POV: I left Yaz outside the locker room and pulled out my phone to text Malcolm. Elizabeth: [Yaz is ready to go. We’re connected to Bluetooth now. Sync up the earpieces and listen in.] Malcolm: [Done. Are you sure Vincent will confess?] Elizabeth: [I trust Yaz to make it happen, and I’m confident that Vincent is egotistical enough to want to share his dirty deeds.] Malcolm: [I’ll make sure Ash hears it.] With the earpiece in, I could hear all the sounds in the locker room. Multiple players greeted Yaz and made small talk, but then I listened to a mix of groans and hushed muttering. I’d bet a year’s salary that Vincent had finally entered the locker room. Yaz whispered just loud enough for his hidden mic to pick it up, “The jacka*s has arrived. Let the show begin.” I slipped into an empty conference room and took a seat at the back table away from anyone who might pass by. Tapping my nails nervously against the table, I waited anxiously to hear Yaz approach Vincent

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