Rookie Mistake: A Sports Romance Novel (The Beasts of Baseball Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

his eyes would barely stay open as he tried to speak. I couldn’t make out anything he said, just “sorry” and “love” stood out from the mumblings. My body was too sore, and I was too angry to bother with pulling him up higher onto the mattress. Instead, I grabbed a pillow, shoved it under his head and tossed a blanket over his limp and lifeless body.
    He should be thankful I didn’t put that pillow over his face!
    It was obvious he wasn’t going to wake up anytime soon, so I shut off the light and moved to the living room. I had already made myself at home here during the hours I waited for Calvin to arrive, but now it didn’t seem like home at all.
    My phone vibrated in my purse. I searched for it until it was found near the bottom under my wallet. My best friend’s face appeared on my screen and tears welled up in my eyes.
    “Hello,” I said as calmly as I could.
    “What’s wrong?” Holly asked frantically.
    “Nothing.” I wiped tears from my cheeks as I spoke.
    “Bullshit, Whitney, spill it!” Holly demanded.
    We’d been best friends since grade school, probably even before. As far back as I can remember, Holly was there. So it wasn’t a surprise that she picked up on the anxiety in my voice. “It’s just been a long night,” I admitted.
    “Is the apartment bad? Are you in the ghetto?” she asked, her voice filled with panic. “If you are, don’t stay there, get a hotel.”
    Her panic made me laugh a little. “No, the apartment is really nice and in a wonderful neighborhood.”
    “Has Calvin done something?”
    My throat clenched and swallowing became more difficult as I fought back my tears.
    “Whitney?” she asked softly. “What did he do?”
    My heart raced as I gripped the phone tightly in my hand. I wanted to tell her, but then again I didn’t. She was almost like a little sister to Calvin, always making wise cracks about him and saying he wasn’t good enough for me. And she was mad that we’d both moved away.
    Did it matter now?
    After a deep breath, I told her everything.
    “What are you going to do?” she asked, her voice small. She seemed as shocked as me.
    “I don’t know,” I admitted quietly.
    The thought of going back home saddened me. I didn’t want to leave, not really, but how could I stay? Our life had been all planned out. After college, Calvin would go on to play in the majors, then we would be married, have a family, and live happily ever after. Nowhere in that plan was a blonde slut grinding her skanky twat against Calvin while he ignored my calls.
    Who was this man? Only a day with his new team and he was already putting them first. Where did that leave me, us?
    “Come home,” Holly murmured.
    “No, I’m going to stay,” I stated firmly. “I want to hear his explanation.”
    “Then I’m coming there.”
    “No, please, there’s no reason for you to come, I can handle this,” I assured her, walking to the window and looking out.
    “Whitney, you’re in a strange city, alone, and Calvin is acting like an ass. Just how do you plan to handle it?” she demanded.
    I had no idea. “I’ll talk to Calvin, I’m sure it was just a mistake.” The moment the words came out of my mouth, I regretted them, knowing Holly would think I was excusing Calvin’s bad behavior. I was right. It clearly infuriated Holly by the growl coming from the other end of the phone.
    “Fine, talk to Calvin, but I’m still coming,” she said.
    Before I had a chance to protest, she’d already hung up. My heart sank at the thought of how she would handle things once here. I knew she loved Calvin, even with the digs she constantly tossed in his direction. She was jealous that he had taken me away, but that wasn’t his fault. I wanted to spend all my time with him, I loved him. I love him.
    My throat was dry and my belly grumbling. I hadn’t eaten since I thought Calvin would take me somewhere special when I arrived . So much for that.
    The kitchen floor creaked as I stepped