Money. Power. And Control.
Those were thought to be the motives of the strong headed, determined, and stubborn co-owner of the Detroit Pistons. Shay Mitchell. She was the overly headstrong co-owner who wanted nothing less than her ultimate goal. O...
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
"And Now My Mind Can't Help But Wonder"
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
{Blake's P.O.V}
Shay was in the now empty training room with Tara. I only knew because Tara was a horrible liar. She was being all too private on why she was staying long after practice instead of going home. I also knew that the two were meeting together often, and it only took simple addition to know that Shay Mitchell was in that training room with Tara.
I had been waiting around for almost an hour since practice ended. I watched the closed, maybe even locked, door stand motionless. Parts of me wanted to go up to it and listen in, but I could get caught, and I wasn't willing to risk that.
But after all that time, the door finally opened again, and sure enough- Shay followed Tara right out the door. I watched them around the corner farther down the hallway, feeling a little stalkerish as I watched.
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