Chapter 5
Nathan
I stepout of the club wiping vodka off my face. I forgot Lissie had a temper, even more so now that her sister’s gone.
My five-hundred-dollar shirt is ruined, but that’s the least of my problems right now. My biggest issue is walking out in the tightest lavender dress I’ve ever seen with gorgeous ice blond waves flying behind her small form.
The last time I saw Lissie was at the funeral. She had grown over the summer and even though we were busy mourning the death of her older sister and my ex-girlfriend, I couldn’t stop staring at her. She had blossomed into a woman overnight. Still in her tomboy phase, but her curves said otherwise. No matter how stunning she looked, I couldn’t go up to her or her mother since they both hate my guts. I couldn’t even be seen at the funeral. I had to stand back in the shadows, lurking in the trees like a stalker.
I’ve been in physical therapy for over a year now since the accident. The doctors said that I may never walk again, but due to my determination to play and my father’s constant pushing, I made the impossible possible. That’s who Nathan Ross is. A star who won’t stop.
Although my body may be back, my heart and mind still wander in dark places. Not only was the death of my ex-girlfriend a shock and grief that I had to work through, but I also have the burden of carrying Amber Adams’ secrets. Secrets that no one can know. Secrets that would destroy both of our legacies if they got out. It’s what caused the accident that night. It’s what’s plagued me every day as I worked on my body so that I could play football again. And it’s what her family can never know. I’ll let them hate me till the day I die, but they can’t know those secrets.
I watch Lissie drive away in a black car, her glacier eyes latched on mine as I walk out of the club. Her older sister was attractive, the definition of perfect. We never really cared about each other romantically, it was just a social pairing that fit right. And whenever I would lock eyes with her curvy, dancer younger sister, something funny would buzz inside my stomach and I’d have to turn my head to shake the thoughts of her away.
Especially tonight. Especially with the way that small dress hugged every one of her luscious curves just right. Especially with her familiar, vanilla scent tickling my nostrils. Especially when she walked into a fucking strip club dressed like that and decided to throw a drink in my face.
I don’t know why she’s here in Charlotte. I don’t know why she was in that club, but I’m going to make sure she leaves and is out of my sight and my thoughts if it’s the last thing that I do. After tonight, I will make sure to never see Alyssa Adams ever again.
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