And he’s just as ruthless and alpha as his three brothers šŸ˜‰ . Excerpt below.

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ā€œTeam, Iā€™d like you to meet a good friend of mine, Ms. Destiny McDonald. Ms. McDonald is a certified financial advisor with years of ā€¦ā€

The coachā€™s words again fell by the wayside as I took her in. She was little, probably around five foot three but the heels she wore gave her at least three or more inches. The white and black polka dot silk blouse she wore, stopped right at her waist, revealing the curves of her hips. Her mahogany skin held a healthy glow and her oval face stood out thanks to the short haircut she wore. The was beautiful. For the first time since entering the lecture hall I regretted not sitting closer to the front of the room. Her physical beauty was only heightened by the fact that as Coach McClellan talked she stared around the room, hands clasped in front of her, completely unintimidated by the fifty or so sweaty jocks in the room. Including the teamā€™s players there were about fifteen on our coaching staff. That meant in a room of close to seventy men, she was the only female in the room, and she held her ground, staring at and studying every single one.

When her dark brown eyes finally connected with mine, my gut clenched again. My fist tightened and a sensation Iā€™d never felt started at the top of my head and moved through my entire being. Her gaze lingered on me for just a second longer than sheā€™d intended. I donā€™t know how I knew that but I did and it caused a grin to open up on my face.

ā€œI expect you all to give Ms. McDonald your full attention,ā€ Coach McClellan finished up saying.

She took a step forward and her perfectly plump lips that were coated with a clear gloss opened slightly, preparing to speak. I leaned in, needing to hear her voice for the first time but she was cut off.

Immediately, I grew annoyed and agitated when instead of a feminine voice, I heard ā€œWhat the hell can this bi-ā€ the voice paused as the woman at the head of room raised a perfectly arched eyebrow, daring him to finish that word. ā€œ…female teach anyone of us about money? Was that your ten year old Honda Civic I pulled up next to in the parking lot?ā€ Leonard Riggs asked before breaking out into a round of laughs. Snickers from around the room began to join in as well.

The tops of my ears began to heat up with the anger thatā€™d come from nowhere grew in my belly. I shot a death glare in Leonardā€™s direction. That kid needed to be shut up. He was just beginning his second season in the league as our teamā€™s cornerback and he had a mouth on him that needed to be closed. That moment just solidified for me that Iā€™d be the one to shut it, eventually.

But before I or Coach McClellan could respond to Leonardā€™s statement, the Ms. McCloud–I hadnā€™t caught her first name, too caught up in staring at her when coach had first said it, held out her hand, warning coach off. She stepped forward.

ā€œYes, Mr. Riggs that is my ten year old Honda Civic you so lovingly parked your Bugatti next too. I wouldā€™ve thought my Honda was more your speed since itā€™s foreign and all. Isnā€™t that what your rap star friends always tote? Having foreign cars? But,ā€ she moved even closer to Riggs, stepping up one than the second stair. ā€œ… unlike your leased Bugatti and your friendsā€™ vehicles, my Civic is both foreign and paid off. Do you know what that means, Mr. Riggs?ā€ She paused.

ā€œNah, what?ā€ Leonard challenged.

ā€œIt means that over the last six years Iā€™ve had my car, that three hundred dollars that wouldā€™ve went to car payments went to my investment accounts instead. Along with the other funds Iā€™ve saved in costs for higher car insurance deductibles, gas and more. And over the course of the last six years, Iā€™ve more than quadrupled my net worth by not spending on extravagant, luxury items that depreciate as soon as theyā€™re driven off the lot. And do you know what that means, Mr. Riggs?ā€ She paused again.

No answer.

ā€œIt means, that I could stop working tomorrow and never have to worry about having a roof over my head or about where my next meal is coming from. And that, is what this female can teach you about money.ā€ She stared at Leonard for another second before moving back to the front of the room. ā€œNow,ā€ she clapped her hands, looking at the rest of us with a heart-stopping smile on her face. ā€œAre there anymore questions?ā€

A banging sound sounded as my back bumped against the seat behind me. I was, quite literally, knocked over. I stared at the tiny, slip of a woman that had just stunned our entire football team and coaching staff into silence. I was pretty sure my fate had been sealed in that one moment. When I finally tugged my gaze from her face to peer up at the screen behind her, I knew. Emblazoned across the screen was her name, title and picture. Destiny McDonald, Certified Financial Advisor.

Destiny indeed.