Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
“Coach.” Isaac approaches me, smiling and shaking my hand.
“Hey, Moss. Good to see you outside the rink.”
“Damn, Coach. That’s a hell of a handshake grip you’ve got.”
I can’t help it—squeezing the shit out of his hand is the only way I can convey my anger over him wanting Jules. Or thinking he can have her, I guess. I’d question any straight, single man who didn’t want Jules.
When I hear her voice, Isaac’s face lights up. He’s wearing gray pants, a blue dress shirt, and a nice navy sport coat. Clean-shaven with a fresh haircut, I can tell he’s trying to look his best tonight.
Meanwhile, I’m wearing jeans and a flannel because I had to pretend I thought it was just a casual family thing.
This night is like a line change on the fly. There are so many ways it could go wrong.
“Coach Turner!” Jules feigns surprise as she gives me a work hug—her palms on my shoulders and her chest a solid foot away from mine. “It’s great to see you.”
“You too.”
It’s actually not. I wish she’d told Talia she wasn’t feeling well, because then I wouldn’t have to watch Isaac eye fuck her all night. But she refused to do that, telling me I should be the one to cancel. She didn’t want to not be here when Talia’s trying to set me up with another woman.
So here we are. We made sure we were the last two people in the locker room when practice was over this afternoon. She interviewed almost every single player, and then me, and we just kept on interviewing until everyone else had gone.
Then I closed the blinds and locked the door to my office. I put her on my desk and played with her pussy until she came in my mouth. Then I fucked her harder than usual—also on my desk—until we both came while struggling to keep quiet in case someone came back into the locker room.
I needed to remind her that she’s mine and I’m hers. I don’t care any less for her just because our relationship is a secret.
“Dad, this is my friend Victoria,” Talia says.
I’m forced to look away from Isaac and Jules. He hugged her and is now holding on to one of her hands, a full ten seconds after the hug ended. She’s laughing about something he said.
“Hey, it’s nice to meet you, Noel,” Victoria says.
“Likewise.”
I smile and shake her hand. None of this is her fault, and I don’t want to make her feel bad.
“So, we’re doing drinks for like the next half hour while I finish up dinner,” Talia says. “The bar area is stocked; help yourselves.”
“Shall we?” I say to Victoria.
“Please.”
Lucien and Talia had a long, shallow cabinet with open doors and wall shelves built in when they bought the apartment. They keep it stocked with bottles of alcohol, glasses, a custom-sized refrigerator holding bottled beer and a custom-sized wine fridge filled with wine.
“So Talia tells me she’s one of four kids,” Victoria says as she gets a wineglass.
“That’s right. Another one of my daughters came with me tonight.” I point her out in the kitchen. “That’s Audra.”
“What a beautiful name.”
“Thanks. Then there’s Chase and Chloe, my teenagers. How about you, you have kids?”
“I have a sixteen-year-old daughter, Faith.”
Isaac is leading Jules over, grinning at her. “I already know—vodka rocks.”
“Perfect.”
No, it’s not. She drinks water but pretends it’s vodka. On the rare occasions she does order alcohol, she never drinks it. I think it has a lot to do with her fucked-up mother.
Isaac pours drinks for the two of them, and Jules introduces herself to Victoria.
“I heard you own a boutique downtown.” Jules smiles at her warmly.
“I do, yes.”
“I’m a style influencer. I think that means we’re best friends now.”
Victoria laughs. “Oh, I know who you are. I would absolutely love it if you dropped by the store sometime.”
“Done. Let’s film some content together.”
Jules makes sure there’s never a gap in their conversation, and I’m sure I’m the only one who notices that even though she puts her drink to her lips every five minutes or so, the amount of liquid never goes down.
I grab one of the glass tumblers her whiskey is in and add some ice, then fill it with water from a bottle on the counter.
“I’ll top you ladies off,” I offer, taking Victoria’s wineglass and Jules’s tumbler.
I only add a few drops to the already-full whiskey, but no one’s paying attention. After I refill the wineglass, I pass it to Victoria, giving Jules the water and keeping the whiskey for myself.
Jules gives me a grateful look.
“Okay, we’re ready,” Talia announces a few minutes later. “It’s assigned seating, so we can all get to know someone new. Just look for your name.”
Of course, Victoria and I are seated next to each other on the opposite side of the table from Jules and Isaac. When Isaac puts his arm on the top of her chairback, I bristle.