Free Line of Scrimmage: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (Pass To Win Book 2) by Roxy Sinclaire

agent for so long and was undoubtedly one of the best, if not the best, in the business. His fat ass only wanted more and more cash and probably that was why he was so good at this. Yeah, he practically used me as a product for promotion, but that put bucks in his pocket and in mine, too. And the bucks were plenty. Like really plenty.
    “Hey, Sean. In fact , that’s the question I’m supposed to ask you.” I detected nervousness in his voice. Was he going to yell at me like a teacher to a pupil? What a weirdo!
    “What do you mean?” I sharply said.
    “You stayed behind and didn’t notify me. I’m looking all over for you and I find out that you haven’t even returned home.”
    “Yeah, and so what. Want me to say sorry, dad?” I didn’t know why I was so agitated. Hearing Brent’s voice triggered something in me. Something I couldn’t explain. It seemed that he was going to be the target of my negative energy. He was paid for that after all, right?
    “Sean, calm down. We’re serious,” he said as he sighed.
    “I’m serious from the start, Brent.”
    Silence. He was surely rubbing his temples. He was always doing that when he was having problems.
    “Shut the fuck up, Sean, okay? This was not in the contract, you know. You told the coach, but here I am, left in the dark. It was one call. You just had to call me and say that you won’t be coming back. Because they’re all chasing after me now.”
    “Okay, I get it.” I was finally resigned. I wasn’t going to fight with my agent and representative. He landed me amazing deals and plus I had no energy left in me.
    “I had to cancel events because of—”
    “Get your shit together, Brent! You’re not talking to your secretary, but to your boss. I get it. Move on and stop crying,” I shouted. When did this guy start to get on my nerves so much?
    There was silence again. He was thinking what to reply, calculating and analyzing. I smiled. Oh, you clever bastard.
    “Tell me what happened?” Brent finally asked.
    “Glad you asked,” I said sarcastically. “I saw my ex-girlfriend, Kayla.”
    “Kayla Vaughn? The Princeton girl?” Brent said only to confirm. He was surely writing all of this down, knowing him.
    “The very one. She was with a girl. An eight-year-old girl.”
    “No way! Please don’t tell me what I think you will.” Brent’s voice increased again.
    “She doesn’t know if it’s mine. She slept with some other guy and… It’s a long story. The short story is that we’ll get a paternity test to see if it’s mine,” I finished.
    “Wait a minute! Sorry to break it to you, Sean, but that’ll ruin you,” Brent spoke resolutely.
    I was bewildered. “And how will that happen, oh you mighty wizard?”
    “Ugh, enough with the sarcasm. You need to get your ass back here. Like now. This instant. The situation will only grow worse. It will damage your reputation and image as the playboy of the year. Imagine the headlines. The playboy has a girl? It won’t work. You’ll be bankrupt,” Brent shouted, because he needed to squash every possibility of losing his money.
    “You mean, we’ll be bankrupt,” I corrected him.
    “It doesn’t matter. I helped you create this image. I made you the nation’s darling and I got you contracts made in Heaven. It’ll all go down the drain, oh my God! What’s happening?” Brent was losing his mind back in my home and I could do nothing about it. I was staying here and I was going to tell him precisely that.
    “I’m not leaving, Brent. Come Hell or high water. I have to know if I’m the girl’s father. It’s too important to me. I can’t. Sorry,” I said.
    “Then you’ll do as I ask, okay? If you want to survive.”
    I wasn’t sure where all of this was leading. “Okay. Shoot.” I trusted Brent in these kinds of situations.
    “I’m making the most of the horrible situation here. You have to acknowledge that. There’s a new nightclub that has opened recently near where you are. I