Free Justice: A Billionaire Romance by Lauren Landish

six foot six, two-hundred-and-seventy-two pounds, from Modesto, California by way of the University of California, Los Angeles, Alex Young!"
    I wasn't sure whose cheer was louder, mine or the rest of the crowd's as Alex came down the tunnel and bursting onto the field. His long blonde hair waved in the bright winter sunlight, his megawatt smile that earned him legions of female fans beaming. Yes, Alex had tens of thousands of female fans, but he was mine. All mine.
    I still didn't believe it myself, that I was dating the most handsome professional athlete in the entire country, even before I'd graduated college. I'd met Alex at the beginning of the season during a Spartans press event that Tabby had gotten me into. I was a fish out of water, nervous around all these local celebrities. I saw four newscasters, a television actress, and more. Yet somehow I'd worked up the guts to talk when Alex came up to me, and we'd been dating ever since.
    "Jeez Andi, could you keep it down? My ears are ringing enough as it is, and we're in a luxury box," Barbara complained next to me. She was dressed vivaciously, and had come only because it was a family event. She was in college too, with her going back to Europe to continue her education soon. She wanted to get her master's, while Carter and I were content with getting a bachelor's and then adding on in a manner similar to what our parents had done, a lot of self study. Mom actually self-taught herself sociology in order to back up the false degree that 'Joanna' had earned from the University of Washington, while Tabby, in addition to her formal MBA, learned a lot about medicine from Mom, becoming a halfway decent medic as well as a business genius. Barbara was different, and so there wouldn't be too many more opportunities for the entire family to hang out together. "By the way Andi, you're missing watching your brother's game."
    "What is your brother doing?" Mom asked, leaning casually against Dad, her hand resting on his thigh. They were using the opportunity to, as they called it, "go dating" again. So they were both acting like they weren't in their forties, but instead back in the times before I'd been born. "Do tell me he's staying out of trouble."
    "If you look carefully, Riley's talking with two of the cheerleaders. Last thing he told me before going down was that he's taking one of them out after the game. I think the Asian girl," Barbara said, pointing.
    I looked, and sure enough, Riley was casually chatting with two of the girls. "Riley!" I yelled. "What is he doing?"
    "Probably trying to pick up a new girlfriend," Dad said. "You know how he is."
    Dad sighed, and took Mom's hand off his thigh. "You're right, I guess. All right, let me go gather him up."
    "Damn shame, that one girl looks cute," Barbara said in a low voice after Dad left. "Maybe if Riley won't do anything, I could."
    "Barbara Sophie McCaffery, behave yourself," Mom said with a laugh.
    "Yes Ma’am,” Barbara said in a resigned voice. Mom chuckled and took a drink of her champagne. Meanwhile, Barb looked over at me and stuck her tongue out, wiggling it. While she might not do anything publicly, most likely she'd be trying to hook up with exactly the same cheerleaders that Riley was talking to. She and him shared a sort of rivalry, although from what I could tell, Barbara had the edge in terms of seduction skills. It wasn't that she was a heart-breaker, far from it. She approached every partner with the clear intention that it was just for fun, probably just one time, and why not have some fun with it? Certainly not my style, but I wasn't one to criticize family.
    The game was great, Alex getting four sacks in a performance that was sure to earn him player of the week if not consideration for defensive player of the year honors. The highlights for the rest of the game consisted of Riley being brought back to the luxury box by Dad, and him promptly escaping again in order to go back to what he was doing. When both