Michael waved but stood by his car a few feet away, waiting. Strangely enough, I sort of liked it.Īfter stowing his bags under the bus, Brody returned to say goodbye. I would say it was more of an alpha-possessive-caveman-style jealousy thing he had going on. But that didn’t mean he was happy about it, by any stretch of the word. The team was loading their bags on the bus outside of the hotel when Michael pulled up in a shiny red Jaguar convertible, the top already down.īrody and I had talked about who I was traveling with, so it wasn’t a surprise to him.

I hated it, but not enough to stop dating Brody.Īfter the game against Tampa, then locker room interviews Sunday afternoon, Brody and the team got ready to head to the airport while I was meeting Michael Langley to drive down to Miami. Some of my male colleagues who held a grudge because I was promoted over them had taken to making snide remarks whenever I walked in the room, alluding to how women reporters secured their interviews. Although, at this point, it was common knowledge that Brody and I were a couple. I still hadn’t given up the room that WMBC paid for, not wanting anyone to ask any questions. Three nights of sharing a suite with Brody in sunny Florida had given me back my confidence in us. Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.Whatever fear had taken up residence inside of me was slowly beginning to dissipate. There's a story between once upon a time and happily ever after.Īuthor's note - The Baller is a full-length standalone novel. Good looking, strong, cocky, always looking to get laid.Įvery woman wanted to be the one to change him.īut the truth was, all he needed was a girl worth changing for.

It's the other kind of player I don't date.

When I pushed back, he shifted from wanting to screw with me, to wanting to screw me.Īnd it's not because I'm one of the few women working in the world of professional football. The Super Bowl MVP quickly adopted a new hobby-screwing with me. The arrogant ass decided to drop his towel, just as I asked the first question. The famed quarterback decided to bare all.Īnd by all, I don't mean he told me any of his secrets. The first time I met Brody Easton was in the men's locker room. It was my first interview as a professional sportscaster.

The baller by vi keeland