Chapters (123)
- DELAY OF GAME
- Copyright
- Dedication
- PRE-GAME
- PRE-GAME
- FIRST QUARTER
- FIRST QUARTER
- 1. Blaire
- Blaire
- 2. Axel
- Axel
- 3. Blaire
- Blaire
- 4. Axel
- Axel
- 5. Blaire
- Blaire
- 6. Axel
- Axel
- 7. Blaire
- Blaire
- 8. Blaire
- Blaire
- 9. Axel
- Axel
- 10. Blaire
- Blaire
- 11. Axel
- Axel
- 12. Blaire
- Blaire
- SECOND QUARTER
- SECOND QUARTER
- 13. Axel
- Axel
- 14. Blaire
- Blaire
- 15. Axel
- Axel
- 16. Blaire
- Blaire
- 17. Blaire
- Blaire
- 18. Blaire
- Blaire
- 19. Blaire
- Blaire
- 20. Blaire
- Blaire
- 21. Blaire
- Blaire
- 22. Axel
- Axel
- 23. Blaire
- Blaire
- 24. Axel
- Axel
- 25. Axel
- Axel
- 26. Blaire
- Blaire
- 27. Blaire
- Blaire
- 28. Axel
- Axel
- 29. Blaire
- Blaire
- THIRD QUARTER
- THIRD QUARTER
- 30. Blaire
- Blaire
- 31. Axel
- Axel
- 32. Blaire
- Blaire
- 33. Axel
- Axel
- 34. Blaire
- Blaire
- 35. Blaire
- Blaire
- 36. Blaire
- Blaire
- 37. Blaire
- Blaire
- 38. Axel
- Axel
- 39. Blaire
- Blaire
- FOURTH QUARTER
- FOURTH QUARTER
- 40. Blaire
- Blaire
- 41. Blaire
- Blaire
- 42. Blaire
- Blaire
- 43. Axel
- Axel
- 44. Axel
- Axel
- 45. Blaire
- Blaire
- 46. Blaire
- Blaire
- 47. Axel
- Axel
- 48. Blaire
- Blaire
- 49. Axel
- Axel
- 50. Axel
- Axel
- 51. Blaire
- Blaire
- 52. Blaire
- Blaire
- POST-GAME WRAP-UP
- POST-GAME WRAP-UP
- Afterword
- Acknowledgments
- About Author
- Also By Jade
It had been over an hour, so I was expecting Ax back any minute now. The Hilton was only about ten minutes away, but maybe he’d gotten stuck in traffic. I tightened my robe to hide what was underneath, thinking I would let him unwrap me like a present when we got done eating. He was going to go nuts for this frilly, lacy outfit.
My feet were achy from work today, so I propped them up on a pillow as I laid back on the couch and closed my eyes. I dozed off, and when I opened them again, I checked my phone to find that another hour had passed. Where the hell is Axel?
Worried, I sent him a text asking if he was okay, and he replied ten minutes later that he was sorry. Milan wanted to “talk about things,” so they ordered Chinese. I stared at my phone disbelievingly before glancing over at the dinner I had ordered for us. Then I looked down at how I was dressed. For him. What a fucking idiot I was.
I stomped up the stairs, leaving the dim lights on and the food on the table so he would be sure to see it. I had a little session with BOB, the purple vibrator, and left that and the new lingerie on his pillow. And no, I didn’t clean the vibrator first. Virtual middle finger to you and your baby mama, Mr. Broxton. I changed back into my comfortable, baggy clothes and climbed under the covers.
I heard him come home an hour and a half later, and I concentrated on regulating my breathing so I could fake being asleep. I had no desire to speak to him right now. Actually, that wasn’t entirely honest. I had the desire to yell the damned house down, but I didn’t have the energy. I heard him sigh when he found my pillow presents, and then he climbed into bed and turned over with his back to me.
Goodnight, asshole.
41. Blaire
Blaire
I woke up and left for work before Axel got up the next morning because I had an early surgery. Work was going really well, which was good since my personal life seemed to be in the shitter right then.
That afternoon, I picked Carrie up from preschool, and we went home and started dinner. She helped me make meatballs, and I put them in the oven to cook as I boiled water for the pasta and made the spaghetti sauce. I had her setting the table when I heard Ax come in the front door.