Page 116 of The Striker (Gods of the Game 1)
Asher’s mouth twitched. “Okay. I’m going to say something, and I don’t want you to be offended.”
“Let me guess. I’m a terrible cook?”
“Well, yes. But that’s not what I was going to say, although itisrelated to that.” He pressed the intercom button next to the table. “Mr. Harris, can you bring in our food, please?”
My lips parted when our servers returned, this time with fresh dishes that we absolutely did not make.
“Wait. You had a backup meal thisentire time?” I shot him an accusing glare. “You made us go through the class for nothing?”
“Not for nothing. I had hope.” Asher’s eyes gleamed with laughter at my outraged gasp. “I’m sorry, darling. You’re beautiful, talented, and wonderful in so many ways, but ever since you told me you thought it was impossible to overcook shrimp…I figured it was better to be safe than sorry.”
“That wasn’t my fault! I told you the internet lied,” I grumbled, but I couldn’t hang onto my indignation for much longer. The meal I madewasawful, so I was happy to have an alternative.
“I hope you had fun anyway, even if your steak didn’t turn out as planned.” The corner of Asher’s mouth twitched again. “I figured we’d take the class for the experience and not the, ah, outcome.”
My face softened. How could I stay mad when he was so bloody thoughtful all the time? “I did have fun. This was one of the best dates I’ve ever had.”
“I’m glad.” Asher paused. Swirled his wine. Then said, “One of? What dates have been better than this one?”
“Oh, you know.” I flattened my mouth into a line, sealing the laugh that threatened to spill out at his obvious fishing. “There was that helicopter ride in Hawaii, and the eight-course meal on a beach in St. Lucia…”
It was total bullshit. I’d never been to Hawaii or St. Lucia, but a disgruntled Asher was too cute not to tease.
His face crumpled into a scowl, and I couldn’t hold it in any longer. My laughter broke free, bouncing off the walls and rattling the silverware as I tried to rein it in.
Asher’s eyes narrowed with dawning realization. “You were taking the mickey out of me.”
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist.” My cheeks hurt from grinning. “I’ve never seen someone look so annoyed by the mention of Hawaii, but I was joking. Thisisthe best date I’ve ever had.” I gestured around us. “My ex would’ve never thought of something like this. He liked the flashy things. Fancy dinners, over-the-top treatment. I like those things too, in moderation, but sometimes I felt like he was doing them for the image instead of the sentiment. So this…” My mirth faded into something softer. “This was perfect.”
It was probably frowned upon to talk about an ex during a date, but Asher picked up the thread and kept pulling.
“When did you two break up?” he asked.
“Five years ago.” Asher’s brows furrowed.
“Yeah. It was right after my accident.” I took a fortifying sip of wine and debated how much to tell him. I didn’t want to turn our dinner into a therapy session. I hadn’t talked about Rafe in years. The only people who knew the details of our split were myfamily and Carina, but wasn’t this what couples did? Share parts of their pasts, both the good and the bad, with each other? He’d trusted me enough to tell me about Teddy; it was only fair I tell him about Rafe.
Besides, even though we weren’t an official couple, I felt more comfortable talking to Asher than anyone else I’d dated.
“We started dating when I was eighteen,” I said. “He and Vincent were teammates at the time, which was how we met. We were together for three years. It was my first serious relationship, and I thought he hung the moon and stars. We even talked about getting married one day.” I toyed with my wineglass, lost in recollection. “I should’ve known better. We were so young, and we were caught up in the fame and money. Especially him. It blinded me to things that should’ve been red flags. But I loved him, or at least I loved theideaof him, and I truly believed we would be together forever.”
Sometimes, I remembered the girl I used to be, and I couldn’t believe she existed in the same lifetime as me. She’d been so bright and shiny, filled with hope and stars in her eyes. Rigid when it came to her career but romantic in every other way.
Look where that’d gotten her.
“Things were going so well, I thought he was going to propose. Then…” I swallowed hard. “Then the accident happened. I was in the hospital for weeks afterward. My recovery was brutal, both physically and emotionally. Rafe couldn’t handle it. He’d signed up to date the beautiful prima ballerina, not the…not that shattered version of me who was depressed and angry all the time. I had good reason to feel that way, but like I said, we were young. We weren’t equipped to deal with the strain it put on our relationship. He broke up with me a month after I was discharged from the hospital, and he started dating someone else two weeks after that.”
Say what you will about Rafe, but he didn’t waste time.
Asher’s expression hardened. His anger didn’t surface often, but when it did, it transformed the entire landscape of his face, sharpening the angles and carving dark hollows beneath his cheekbones. “Thatfucker.”
“It’s okay.” I shook my head. “Don’t get me wrong. I hated him at the time, but in hindsight, it was the best thing for both of us.”
Time and therapy had blunted the serrated edges of my anger. We would never be friends, but I didn’t curse him every time I thought about him either.
However, his abandonment had left me with deep-seated trust issues. It also stripped the shine from our relationship, and I saw the faults that infatuation had glossed over—the arrogance, the desperation for status, the desire for me as a trophy instead of a person.
They were things I’d overlooked because I loved him, but like the saying goes, a person’s true nature is revealed in the face of adversity.