Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, I slept with your daughter but I had no clue.



I swear, it was an innocent mistake! Well, okay, maybe it wasn.t so innocent . . . nor was it really a mistake, but I can explain! You see, I didn't plan on responding to the wrong-number text I received, but as a professional athlete, when someone calls me 'Daddy' and I know that I've never fathered any children, I'm inclined to say something.



My response leads to a purely textual relationship with a total stranger. Her name is Corri. She's friendly, kind, and has a great sense of humor. We can tell each other anything.



In fact, when I reveal my biggest personal secret she doesn't laugh at me or tell me to lose her number.

Even when I accidentally ask her for intimacy lessons one night—stupid thumbs—she still doesn't turn me away. She says yes! Her body is fire and her kiss is electric. Our time together is my new favorite thing.



But imagine my shock when I see her in public, alongside our coach, who introduces her as his daughter, Corrigan Hicks. Yep. That's right. I slept with the coach's daughter and I didn't even know it. Make it make sense.



And tell me what the heck I'm supposed to do now!