In Your Dreams

chapter 14

*Semi edited

~~~Hunter's pov~~~

I sit as I eat what's left of my mini Cinnabons, waiting for my flight to get called.

Hopefully my hat and sunglasses disguise me enough for fans not to recognize me. Don't get me wrong after being in the NFL for 2 years I've come to love getting noticed by my fans, but right now I just want to be left alone.

At least my agent got me a first class ticket so I'll be by myself.

"Flight 78 to Miami Florida, now boarding" The person announced.

Finally.

I get on the plane and find my seat.

Time to go back where everything started before all this bullshit.

Home.

Two years earlier

After we left the venue we went home and got changed, then left for the airport.

We're going to Paris for our honeymoon. I originally wanted to go somewhere like Bora Bora or anywhere else warm since I love the beach, but she said it would be perfect in Paris, so I just shut my mouth like usual.

The whole trip we did everything she wanted to do, but the thing I hated the most was the amount of pictures we took, she was always posting, at one point after we finished consummating our marriage, she took a picture of my back so you could see my naked ass and let's just say my PR team was not happy.

Our first year of marriage was great. She would go to all my away games considering she worked from home, so she could travel whenever she wanted.

We never fought or anything and if we had a problem we talked it out, everything was great until a little after our 1 year anniversary I started to notice she didn't want to do things that I liked anymore and only things she liked.

She cared a lot more about appearances and she was always posting on Instagram and she also started to spend a lot more money than she used. She told me she wanted a new car and a vacation home in the Hamptons.

Now I know I make plenty of enough money to afford both, but we'd barely be at the vacation house anyway, so it's pointless and when I told her that she flipped out on me.

We'd always go out to eat and go to clubs, or just out in public and whenever the paparazzi were around Tracy was always trying to make us noticeable and get our pictures taken.

I always told her that even though I'm in the spotlight, I do like my privacy and that turned into a big fight again, which I don't even see what the problem is with me wanted a little privacy.

As time went on it got worse.

The amount of times we fought was getting ridiculous. Half the time I hung out with the guys just so I didn't have to deal with it because they were usually over something I did that she didn't like or something so stupid that she had a problem with. After awhile I gave up

I missed the times where it was simple and where she didn't care about appearances or anything and we'd hangout and watch a movie and order pizza, those were the days I missed.

Besides my marriage, life has been pretty good. We almost made it to Superbowl, we lost by the other team making a field goal.

I've been in a few commercials and I signed a contract with Under Armour and I modeled for a shoot for Calvin Klein. I'm comfortable in my own skin, so I don't mind posing in just underwear, plus I get clothes for free it's not a bad deal. I just have to occasionally take pics in their underwear and tag them on Instagram.