Free Razor's Edge: A Bad Boy Romance (Bad Boys of Football Book 2) by Clementine Roux, Penelope Silva

I was angry with him, which had been the case on at least three of the five or six occasions I’d seen him. “Didn’t I… Didn’t I ask you not to call me anymore? Why can’t you follow simple instructions? I don’t want or need any part of your drama. This was a bad idea in the first place. I had a weak moment. I had no business trying to date one of my students’ parents. Now, I have the police asking me questions, a scorned ex-wife out for blood, and no means of employment because of my huge mistake.”
     
    “Wait; what? You’re out of a job? They fired you? For what? You didn’t do anything wrong! No one did. I can’t believe this shit. Open your door. Let me in so we can talk about this,” he ordered me.
     
    “Why do I have to open my door? You can’t tell me what to do. You’re not my father and you’re definitely not someone whose orders I have to follow. I’m not opening a damn thing for you. Now, don’t call me back and don’t you ever show up at my house unannounced again,” I threatened him, but it was all for naught.
     
    Felicia mouthed an apology as she held the door open for E.J. to come inside the apartment.
     
    E.J. wore a scowl on his face, but turned it into a smile as he took in the disaster zone of a living room and my cluttered kitchen. “You live here? Are you sure it’s safe to be in here? I don’t want to catch anything.”
     
    Felicia laughed like he’d said the funniest thing she ever heard. “Right? I told her this place is horrible, but it’s your fault, so you might want to help her clean it up while you’re here.”
     
    Embarrassed and annoyed, I unleashed my anger on both of them. “Excuse me, but if you two don’t like what the apartment of the woman who lost her husband, moved back to the United States from Spain, managed to find a job and try to put her life back together, and recently got screwed over by some womanizing egomaniac looks like, you two can both leave.”
     
    They stared back at me wide-eyed.
     
    “Now!” I ordered.
     
    After a moment of silence, I thought I’d made myself quite clear, but when they both started laughing full-on belly laughs, I knew I’d wasted my breath yet again.
     
    “Here, I’ll help you clean up while the two of you sort your crap out,” Felicia offered.
     
    I shook my head. “No, I can do it. I don’t need anyone messing with my stuff.”
     
    Felicia gave me a sideways glance. “Okay, but maybe you do need someone messing with your stuff. Maybe that’s what your problem is -- your stuff hasn’t been messed with a long time.”
     
    My face and neck reddened. Why did she say that in front of E.J.?
     
    “Well, that solves everything.” E.J. licked his lips.
     
    I glared at Felicia. “Are you insane?”
     
    She shrugged. “I don’t think so. Not yet anyway. I think, I’ll go and let you two talk. I have enough drama in my house to keep me busy. Lord knows I don’t need more drama. Have fun and try not to get arrested.”
     
    As she walked out of the apartment, I fought the urge to run after her and stop her, but at the same time, a part of me wanted to hear E.J. out. In spite of how much of my life he’d managed to destroy, I was still drawn to him. I don’t know what that said about me. Had I turned into someone desperate? Someone I didn’t recognize?
     
    After the door closed behind Felicia, E.J. turned to me and said, “I’m sorry I got you into this.”
     
    Shocked, I had to take a couple of deep breaths before I could respond. “Did you apologize to me? Wow. I can’t say I was expecting that.”
     
    Looking defeated, E.J. sighed. “Look, this is a disaster for me too. It’s a bigger disaster.” His eyes welled with tears. “I’m fighting for everything here. I’m fighting for Edge’s life -- his future. Our future.” As if he was close to bursting from the stress of it all, E.J. spoke at rapid fire, telling me everything he was feeling. “She wants to take my son. My