of the accident, I wouldn’t have met my Cinderella.”
“Precisely,” Jeremy growled.
Troy laughed deeply.
“And not only that,” Jeremy continued. “We have a law that a spouse should not be forced to testify against the other spouse.”
“I know that, but now that she’d changed her statement, she’d be testifying on my behalf.”
“That’s for certain. The problem is… she will be cross examined by the prosecution, and believe me, they could wring the truth out of her mouth in any ways they can think of. So your best option is to eliminate her from the set of witnesses.”
Troy nodded. It was indeed a perfect plan. But a marriage?
He couldn’t imagine himself getting married, not for any reasons. He’d rather go to jail, that was if it had no repercussions.
He was on a hot seat. The NFL Commissioner had given a final warning, that if it turned out he was to blame for the accident, his contract had to be terminated to save the reputation of the league.
“You’ve got to propose to her on the field,” Logan’s voice suddenly interrupted them.
They both turned around and found the coach standing behind them. This old man had been listening to them all along and they didn’t even notice him.
“It has to be spectacular,” Logan continued. “Maybe after the game, but you’ll have to win, of course.”
Troy raised an eyebrow. “In the Jets’ home field?”
“Yes, so you’ve got to win that game for her.”
“I agree,” Jeremy nodded.
Troy chuckled. “Don’t you think that’s too cheesy?”
“Those creamy cheese will save your ass, dickhead,” Logan said. “You’d better start looking for a ring, and tell your secretary to write you a cheesy script.”
“I don’t have a secretary.”
“I have,” Jeremy said and looked at the field. He suddenly nudged Troy. “Talking about the she-devil.”
Troy followed the lawyer’s gaze and saw Zoey walking, or leaping towards them. She only had one crutch now, on her left hand, and she was holding Bessie on her right. Again, she was wearing a long, cream skirt and a red fitted topper. Unlike the last time, she looked good on it. It emphasized her feminine curves—her breasts and narrow waist, particularly. He didn’t think she could beat the D-sized women he had always preferred to sleep with, with breasts as huge as football, but even if she were a C or a B, her breasts looked too large for her slender figure.
He found himself licking his lips. It had been two long weeks since he’d last sucked a pair of tits. His testosterone was in overdrive. That pair of appetizers would do just fine right now.
“Troy!” Bessie yelled as she ran to him.
He had to take his eyes off Zoey’s breasts and caught Bessie in his arms. “Hey. How’s my pretty girl?”
“Zoey wants to see you.”
“She does? Did she miss me?”
Bessie grinned and looked up to his companion. “Good morning, uncle Logan.”
“Morning, kid. No school today?”
“My teacher’s sick. She can’t come to school.”
“Oh, I see.”
Troy kept glancing at Zoey while Jeremy introduced himself to Bessie. He felt bad for letting her walk all the way around the field in her condition. Whatever reason she had for coming to Foxborough, he was interested to know.
“You stay here for a while, okay,” he told Bessie and put the girl on Jeremy’s lap. “I’ll go get your mama.”
“She’s not my mama,” Bessie argued. “And she said you’re not her boyfriend.”
“She said that?” Troy leaned closer to the little girl. “She’s lying. I am her boyfriend, and soon we are getting married.”
Bessie’s jaw dropped. “Really?!” she shrieked in surprise. “But she said she doesn’t like you.”
“They just have this little quarrel, you know,” Jeremy said. “Troy has done something really bad to her.”
“What did he do?”
Troy stood up. “Watch me. I’m going to kiss her,” he said and turned away.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” Logan
“Precisely,” Jeremy growled.
Troy laughed deeply.
“And not only that,” Jeremy continued. “We have a law that a spouse should not be forced to testify against the other spouse.”
“I know that, but now that she’d changed her statement, she’d be testifying on my behalf.”
“That’s for certain. The problem is… she will be cross examined by the prosecution, and believe me, they could wring the truth out of her mouth in any ways they can think of. So your best option is to eliminate her from the set of witnesses.”
Troy nodded. It was indeed a perfect plan. But a marriage?
He couldn’t imagine himself getting married, not for any reasons. He’d rather go to jail, that was if it had no repercussions.
He was on a hot seat. The NFL Commissioner had given a final warning, that if it turned out he was to blame for the accident, his contract had to be terminated to save the reputation of the league.
“You’ve got to propose to her on the field,” Logan’s voice suddenly interrupted them.
They both turned around and found the coach standing behind them. This old man had been listening to them all along and they didn’t even notice him.
“It has to be spectacular,” Logan continued. “Maybe after the game, but you’ll have to win, of course.”
Troy raised an eyebrow. “In the Jets’ home field?”
“Yes, so you’ve got to win that game for her.”
“I agree,” Jeremy nodded.
Troy chuckled. “Don’t you think that’s too cheesy?”
“Those creamy cheese will save your ass, dickhead,” Logan said. “You’d better start looking for a ring, and tell your secretary to write you a cheesy script.”
“I don’t have a secretary.”
“I have,” Jeremy said and looked at the field. He suddenly nudged Troy. “Talking about the she-devil.”
Troy followed the lawyer’s gaze and saw Zoey walking, or leaping towards them. She only had one crutch now, on her left hand, and she was holding Bessie on her right. Again, she was wearing a long, cream skirt and a red fitted topper. Unlike the last time, she looked good on it. It emphasized her feminine curves—her breasts and narrow waist, particularly. He didn’t think she could beat the D-sized women he had always preferred to sleep with, with breasts as huge as football, but even if she were a C or a B, her breasts looked too large for her slender figure.
He found himself licking his lips. It had been two long weeks since he’d last sucked a pair of tits. His testosterone was in overdrive. That pair of appetizers would do just fine right now.
“Troy!” Bessie yelled as she ran to him.
He had to take his eyes off Zoey’s breasts and caught Bessie in his arms. “Hey. How’s my pretty girl?”
“Zoey wants to see you.”
“She does? Did she miss me?”
Bessie grinned and looked up to his companion. “Good morning, uncle Logan.”
“Morning, kid. No school today?”
“My teacher’s sick. She can’t come to school.”
“Oh, I see.”
Troy kept glancing at Zoey while Jeremy introduced himself to Bessie. He felt bad for letting her walk all the way around the field in her condition. Whatever reason she had for coming to Foxborough, he was interested to know.
“You stay here for a while, okay,” he told Bessie and put the girl on Jeremy’s lap. “I’ll go get your mama.”
“She’s not my mama,” Bessie argued. “And she said you’re not her boyfriend.”
“She said that?” Troy leaned closer to the little girl. “She’s lying. I am her boyfriend, and soon we are getting married.”
Bessie’s jaw dropped. “Really?!” she shrieked in surprise. “But she said she doesn’t like you.”
“They just have this little quarrel, you know,” Jeremy said. “Troy has done something really bad to her.”
“What did he do?”
Troy stood up. “Watch me. I’m going to kiss her,” he said and turned away.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” Logan
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