The QB Bad Boy: Playing for Keeps

Four years later, the world is poised to crown Drayton Lahey an NFL star. But as his fame skyrockets, Dallas finds herself adrift, her own path uncertain. Meanwhile, Spencer, a single mother reeling from a fractured relationship, seeks solace and a new beginning. Can their bonds withstand the pressures of fame, personal struggles, and unexpected turns? Dive into a story of love, ambition, and self-discovery where the rules of the game are constantly changing.

The QB Bad Boy: Playing for Keeps

Four years later, the world is poised to crown Drayton Lahey an NFL star. But as his fame skyrockets, Dallas finds herself adrift, her own path uncertain. Meanwhile, Spencer, a single mother reeling from a fractured relationship, seeks solace and a new beginning. Can their bonds withstand the pressures of fame, personal struggles, and unexpected turns? Dive into a story of love, ambition, and self-discovery where the rules of the game are constantly changing.

The thrum of New York City vibrated through the pub, a living, breathing entity. My gaze snagged on a man who’d just entered, snow dusting his thick black suede coat and light brown hair. He was undeniably gorgeous, moving through the throng with a predatory grace, his eyes fixed on me.

"Sorry," I offered, a small shrug accompanying my smile. "I'm waiting for someone."

He grinned, a flash of white that made his deep green eyes sparkle. He leaned on the bar beside me, one hand outstretched. "One Corona, aaaaand an apple martini for the lady please?" His eyes locked with mine. "It's on me, beautiful."

I bit back a grin, my fingers fumbling for my clutch. His large hand darted out, covering mine, preventing me from pulling out my twenty. "I told you I'm waiting for someone."

"Well," his words slipped past a devil-may-care smile as he snaked a hand around my waist, pulling me close. "He's a lucky man."

Before I could respond, I was swept into his arms. His lips, so familiar, found mine in a kiss that would never grow old. My arms wound around his neck, reveling in his wandering hands that electrified me even through my thick coat.

"Where have you been?" I huffed, a playful pout on my lips when we finally broke apart.

Drayton didn't loosen his hold, keeping me in his embrace. "Sorry, Cheer. That phone call took a while."