Free FOOTBALL ROMANCE: Tight (Bad Boy Alpha Male College Football Player and First Time Virgin) (Contemporary New Adult Athlete Sports Romance) by Bridget Lang

giving me a choice, Jett!” Larry argues, running a hand through his hair. “Do you know how much time I sink into trying to make you look good and keep your career afloat? I can’t do it anymore! I missed my twins’ fifth birthday for you, and I still haven’t gone to a single one of my son’s little league games!”
                  I frown. “You have kids?”
                  “Oh my God.” He puts his head in his hands, looking totally defeated. “Listen to me for once, okay? This isn’t optional this time. Either you find somebody who’s willing to put up with you, or you and I are done. Understood?”
                 
    Two hours later, I see uptight little Claire Donnelly getting pounded into the pavement by her dickweed boyfriend.
                  I’m not thinking about Larry when it happens. I’m not even really thinking about Claire. I’m not exactly hero material, and not too bothered by other people’s problems as a general rule.
                  No, in that moment, I’m back in the shitty-ass singlewide I’d grown up in, huddled helplessly by the bedroom door with my two brothers, trying unsuccessfully to block out the sound of our drunken dirtbag of a father knocking the shit out of our mom, her sobs barely audible under his screaming.
                  The difference is that this time, I’m not helpless. There’s something I can do. So I do it.
                  It’s not until I’m sitting across from Claire in the diner, watching her sip daintily at her water and give me her speech about why she can’t leave, that I realize I can kill two birds with one stone.
                  Maybe it does pay to do a good deed once in a while.
     

Chapter 3 CLAIRE
                  “Okay, explain this to me again,” I say, munching on my fries and watching Jett inhale his burger, grease dribbling out the corner of this mouth. Disgusting. “Because from the way it sounds, you want me to marry you because you’re such a jerk that you can’t find a decent girl. Is that it?”
                  “Pretty much.”
                  “I’ve already got a jerk. Why would I want another one?”
                  Jett actually looks hurt for a second. “Because this jerk won’t beat the shit out of you,” his tone gets serious sounding and he sits his burger down. “Plus, this jerk has a bunch of money, a huge house, and a security team that will make sure the other jerk won’t dare to come near you.”
                  “I’m not completely destitute,” I tell him defensively. I hate that this is actually starting to sound like a viable option. “I don’t need you to support me. I have a pretty good job.”
                  “A job that gives you money you don’t have access to,” Jett clarifies. “And I’m not saying you need me to support you. I’m just saying that, if you agreed to marry me, you could basically have whatever you wanted as part of the deal. All you’d have to do was occasionally go to press events with me and come to some of my games. You like football, don’t you?”
                  “It’s okay, I guess.” Am I actually considering this?
                  “Well, as my wife, you’d get the best seats, completely free. You’d have money, clothes, jewelry, whatever the hell you want. And Aaron wouldn’t be able to get anywhere near you. Doesn’t that seem better than trying to scrape together enough money to support yourself before your boyfriend kills you?”
                  “Aaron wouldn’t kill me,” I say, but my heart lurches in my chest. I know it’s a possibility, I’ve known it for a while. I spend a lot of time in denial, but Jett is right. I can’t trust Aaron with anything at this point, and if this is the first and best chance I have to get away from the