“Uh, yeah, the whole point of tonight is to get to know one another on a better basis. So, the truth would be preferable.”
She spun the stem of the glass between her fingers. Keeping her head down, she muttered something to herself.
“I didn’t quite catch that,” I said, reaching across the table and placing my hand on top of hers.
She looked up at me. “You’re probably going to laugh.”
“Doubt it.”
“Okay, here goes nothing. The one night I wish I could relive would have been that night in Mexico with you.”
I didn’t know what to say as her eyes met mine, but somehow her answer warmed me.
“Why that night?” I asked, my heart beating a little harder.
“There would be things I’d change. First, I’d have gotten your name so I didn’t need to wait so long to find you again,” she whispered.
I reached down beside me and grabbed the bag, handing it to her. “I hope you like it. I was debating not giving it to you for fear you thought I was being a little too possessive.”
She looked at me with curious eyes then opened the bag.
“It’s my jersey,” I said, as she pulled it out of the bag.
A smile fell over her lips as she flipped it around to see my name across the back. “Thank you. I love it.”
“So you’ll wear it?”
She nodded. “I will.”
After dinner, we made our way over to a private nightclub where we were meeting up with Clay and Knox.
Once inside, Dylan ordered us each a drink from the bar and we headed out to the dance floor. Dylan took a moment to text them both to tell them where we were, then we started dancing.
Once Clay and Knox arrived, they came over and said hello then made their way to the bar. We were going to follow, but a slow song came on. Dylan grabbed my hand and pulled me against him. Resting my head against his shoulder.
As the music played, we swayed together. Something about this moment made me wish it would never end. I felt him press a kiss to my forehead as he held me in his arms. I’d just closed my eyes and relaxed in his arms when I felt someone grab hold of my hair and pull me backward, ripping me away from Dylan. I tried to fight, but there was nothing I could do, I couldn’t see who it was.
The room spun as I fell backward, until whoever it was finally let me go. I tried to catch myself before I fell to the ground but didn’t succeed. I blinked a few times and tried to focus before I moved. I got up on my knees and turned to see a woman about my age shouting at Dylan. I couldn’t make out what she was saying, but watched in horror as she smacked him across the face. She then began shouting at him again, only his time, she pointed at me.
Dylan came over to where I sat on the ground and grabbed my hands, bringing me up to my feet as she continued to shout at him.
“You asshole. Is this the piece of ass you have your eye on?” she screamed as she pointed in my direction.
Clay and Knox both came over to us and pulled me back away from her, stepping in front of me to protect me. The three of us stood there watching the events unfold before us.
“Carlie, it’s over,” Dylan gritted, wiping at the spilled drink that was all over his shirt. “It’s been over for a long fucking time.”
“Please…we had plans,” she cried.
Dylan shook his head and glanced over at me. Shock, hurt, and anger flooded me as I watched him stand there wiping the drink from his shirt. This girl looked absolutely gutted.
“You can’t give up on us that easily.” She sniffled.
Dylan shook his head. “Carlie, there isn’t anything left!”
“I made mistakes, Dylan. You were right. I didn’t know what I had with you, but I do now, and I don’t want to live my life with a huge regret. I need you back in my life. We were talking about getting married and starting a family. Settling down,” she cried.
My stomach churned and the room spun. I glanced at Knox and Clay, who stood there, neither of them looking surprised. This seemed to be something that was a common occurrence for them. As the events of the past few minutes ran through my mind, my hearing became fuzzy. Never in my life had I been the other woman, and it made me sick to my stomach to think that’s what this was.
