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pulled up my sweats, ripping off the rubber first, while Jessica stood up and fixed her hair and dress.
    “And where should I put this?” I joked, glancing down at the used rubber sitting in my opened hand.
    “Ugh. Give it here,” she replied. Jessica reached into her purse and pulled out a tissue. Using it to take the rubber from my hand, she wrapped it up and placed it back inside her purse. “You were off your game today,” she said once she was looking back up at me. “You’ve got something on your mind. If you were just horny after not getting some on a night out, it would’ve ended quicker.”
    I just shrugged, not wanting to go into it.
    “And you taste like tequila. You should really consider showering.”
    I couldn’t help but laugh at that comment. “Thanks for helping out, Jessica.”
    I kissed her cheek.
    “You still on for tonight? If there’s something on your mind, we should probably talk about it.”
    I found it amusing after just having sex she was able to jump straight back into ‘therapist mode’.
    “Yeah, sure,” I said, waving her off. “I’ll see you then.”

Chapter 5
     
    The next few days were tough. Not only had I not been able to get the image of Evangeline out of my mind, which resulted in my pitch being off during games and practice, but also the whole team had been informed of a great man’s passing.
    I’d been privileged enough to meet the fashion tycoon, Rupert Montgomery, a handful of times during charity events and knew he was a brilliant and extremely generous man. His death was a huge loss not only to the Yankees and the other sporting teams he supported but also to the world. Even though I knew a lot about the guy on a professional level, his personal life remained a mystery. What I knew was common knowledge was he had tragically lost his wife and a child in a car accident a long time ago, and he had a love for sports. I’d felt for the man, but I also admired his ability to move forward and continue working toward helping others. If only my own father had been that way.
    It was Friday and the managers had given us the day off to pay our respects to the late Rupert at his funeral. Instead of going with the rest of the team, I asked if Annabelle wanted to come with me. She’d met the man a handful of times and, like me, he’d made a huge impact on her. She admired him, too. She adored his work, in fashion mostly, but also the way he carried out his charity work. He really was loved by most.
    I went to pick Annabelle up at the new apartment I’d bought for her earlier in the year. It was the first time she’d moved out of home and I wanted her to be close to me in case anything went wrong. It was also because I refused to let her live on campus with those self-absorbed airheads she called friends and all the testosterone-fuelled teenage boys who had their eyes set on her. They were never going to get close to her while I was around. My sister was not only beautiful, but she was also kind and caring. She was the type of person who’d walk past a homeless person on the street and instead of offering money, she’d walk into the nearest convenient store and buy them a sandwich and a bottle of water. She greeted everyone she met with a smile and always used her manners. She was innocent yet so much wiser than her years. But that made her a vulnerable target to the cruel, manipulative, sick fucks of the world. She didn’t notice the way they looked at her, and she sometimes didn’t notice when her friends took advantage of her, but I did. And while my sister hated my over-protectiveness, she knew she had no chance at getting me to change. Zero chance.
    Waiting for Annie to get dressed was a nightmare. I practically had to drag her out of her apartment despite my constant warnings of, “If we’re late, you’re never coming to another event with me!” and “You have literally two seconds to get your butt out here before I take this apartment away from