The Football Player's Baby

“Guys, I’m not in the mood to party!” I sounded like my mom: always whining and complaining, but the guys weren’t listening. I wasn’t in a party mood for real. I hadn’t played ten games in the last season and the way I was feeling, I didn’t know if I would play again. I was going to be one of those quarterbacks that retired early. Shit, I was only twenty-eight, yet I felt like an old man. Too scared to run, pass, or do anything in case something else snapped. The guys were acting nice about it. Telling me to get a grip and that it was all about the game, but I was so fucking scared of doing anything, including sex! “You need to get back out there. What happened to Casanova Sebastian?” Mason said as he passed me another beer. He fucking died when I spent more time watching the game than actually being part of the action. I took a swig of the beer, I had kept telling him I didn’t want and would end up drinking all the same. As they say, actions speak louder than words, and I may h

“Sebastian is even worse than when he was a kid,” I said to Sophia as we both sat down and grabbed some dinner at the Holiday Cocktail Lounge. I’d been in town for a couple of weeks, and we’d planned to meet up tonight in East Village. It was as if we were reliving our college days. One thing I loved about this place was the cocktails; no place beat them. This place was the reason why I went up a couple of dress sizes. The damn cocktails and food were to die for.“Don’t be like that; it’s been how many years?”I looked up and saw that the same Christmas lights were hung above the bar. It was as if this place was stuck in time: we’d changed, but the place hadn’t one little bit.“Can you believe that they still have that?”I pointed to the lights, thinking about the past.She nodded, “Sure, it’s the bar’s trademark. They’re not going to get rid of that. It would be like if they stopped serving cocktails.”She had a point there.“The atmosphere of the crowd, the music and everything, bri

I had held my phone in my hand for the last twenty minutes with only one thing on my mind, and that was to call Emma and apologize for what had happened last night. I had managed to grab her card from Mason. The stripper was good, real good at stripping. But I’d lost track of what she was doing, thinking about Emma in my house. She had really brought it all back home. The girl that I’d met when I dropped my big sister at college—and hadn’t stopped thinking about since then—had walked back into my life. That wasn’t something you forgot about in a heartbeat. My parents used to tease me about wanting to go to see my big sis at college all the time. Sure, Sophia and I were close when she was at home. She used to drop me at practice and all that kind of considerate stuff that a big sister would do. But when I first met Emma, she felt like she had put me under her spell or something. I just wanted to go back to that college every damn weekend. Now I thought about it, Emma was my inspiratio

“This is crazy; you know that, right?”Sophia nodded as we stood in line to check into the Wynn. The place was wild; from the number of guests that were checking in to the tiled multi-colored flooring, it was a place to have fun. I just didn’t see why we had to come here and couldn’t just wait until the weekend was over. Why did she insist on us coming to act as her baby brother’s sitter? I was a doctor, not a babysitter!She asked me one question; “You ever been to Vegas?” When I told her that I hadn’t, she’d insisted that we came to rescue her brother. I had never been to Vegas, and I hated to admit how naive I felt coming here. I never expected it to be like this, but then I suppose that’s why everyone gets wild in Vegas. It wasn’t because it was a quiet destination; it was the complete opposite. The lighting in the reception was unreal. I felt like a kid visiting the candy store for the first time. They had lights on the walls which looked as if they were spitting fire. Everythi

“Hey, so what’s up with you and the doc?” Kent said as he tried to snap the chips out of my hand. I avoided his grip. “You want your money back; then you’re going to have to win it. Like winners do, not losers.” He passed me a glass of champagne that the waitress had just given him, along with her number. Yep, the big bad giant boys were in town. “Give that to Paul!” I titled my head disapprovingly. I had admired Mia and Kent for being in a relationship, and now Kent was going to act like some dog and cheat on her. Not cool; not cool at all. Sure, I knew that plenty of players did it, but that was their business; none of them were my close friends. Besides, Paul was single and it didn’t matter if he hooked up with nearly every waitress in Vegas; there wasn’t anyone back home waiting for him.“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!” Kent said as he slipped a couple of my chips into his pocket. Now I was acting like my mom as I took my chips out of his greedy hands. I was trying to