Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Leo and I had been married for five years, but the relentless travel, the late-night texts, and that agonizing paparazzi photograph of him kissing a blonde at an away game had been my breaking point. He moved out of our family home and bought a condo closer to the stadium where he played with his MLB team.
A few years later, when a hand-written invitation on embossed league stationery arrived via courier, my heart betrayed me. It was for the MLB All-Star Game. “I know where we stand,” Leo had written beneath the ticket confirmation. “But I also know this might be my last opportunity to receive this honor. I want you there, Amber. No pressure. Just…please come.”
MLB BBC
I knew I had to go, regardless of what happened between us. I was with him through the start of his career and it was beautiful that he wanted me to see how far he’d come.
Fast forward a few weeks. I was sitting in the VIP section, watching him step up to the plate in his crisp uniform, hearing the roar of the fifty-thousand-person stadium. When he crushed a fastball into the upper deck for a two-run homer, he didn’t point to the dugout or beat his chest like most of the other players did. He pointed straight up at me.
After the game I went down to the winner’s circle to congratulate him. To my surprise, Leo pulled me into his arms. “I’m an idiot,” he whispered, sincerely. “I was careless and I let the noise of fame get between us. I’ve been utterly miserable without you.” Looking at him, I realized that I wasn’t angry anymore. I missed him, too.
“Let’s start over,” he murmured. “A clean slate. Will you come to my condo tonight, so we can talk about this?” Of course, I agreed and, as luck would have it, I showed up just as he was getting out of the shower. He opened the door wearing nothing more than a towel around his waist.
I looked him up and down, and smirked. “You always knew just how to welcome someone into your home,” I said, as he let me in. “Or, perhaps I just had good timing?” he teased. “Perhaps it’s both,” I replied, as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.
It wasn’t long before his thick, veiny, perfect BBC was in my mouth and his towel was on the floor.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
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