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“I don’t give a shit about beco It’s the truth; I truly don’t care about getting patted on the back for being such a good boy I care about winning, baby, and it’s all about the scoreboard The only trophy I truly care about is the Super Bowl

“But your perfora to the pundits,” she insists, and now the other journalists are trying to push her away She holds her ground though, as if her heels are made of solid concrete

“Maybe,” I tell her, “but you really shouldn’t be using ets a laugh out of the swarhtly flushed, her eyes widening as she looks at my lips Yeah, I could take her for a spin if I wanted it to; unfortunately for her, there’s only one woht now Fuck, I can’t believe I just said that What the hell’s happening to me?

“Danny, Danny,” an overweight guy calls out tohis microphone toward me “What’s your secret?”

“My secret? I’ht face, and that earns another round of laughs from everyone

“You sure could be,” he continues without being taken aback, “your performance has been quite iue since your debut, but this season you’ve taken things to a whole new level”

“That’s true I never settle, Oliver,” I tell hi around his neck

“What changed, though? This gaht've been one of the best quarterback perforular season”

I purseabout what he just said I truly was on fire during the ga MVP, the Super Bowl, and ular season, for fuck’s sake

“Look, fellas,” I try to cal theirthat if I want to leave the stadiuht have to punch my way out “Why don’t we talk about this after in the Super Bowl?” I say, and that rapher starts snapping pictures ofquestions at the same time

“Does your perforainst the MILFs?” The brunette pushes her way back into the inner circle,her irl

“It does,” I tell her, knowing that’s going to make everyone even crazier I really don’t want to throw Fiona at the wolves, but I figure they’ll never give up before finding out who she is; and, let s, hunting dohatever it is they want And if they don’t get it, they ht just ive them the truth “That woman’s the reason I won today She has helped ame”

“And who is she, Danny? A girlfriend?” The brunette asks irlfriend’ She probably thought I’d want to do a post-game ‘workout’ with her And if it wasn’t for Fiona, I’d probably do it

“She’s just a --” I trail off as I see a blonde head at the end of the large corridor, a woht blouse walking toward us Shit, what is she doing? If the press sees her here they’re going to eat her alive “Alright, time to wrap this up,” I tell the journalists abruptly, so to walk past the by the side, and they cordon off the angry mob before they can pull me back in

I close the distance between Fiona and I as close as I can, and I can hear the wild shutter of the cameras behind me