“Wife and Girlfriend. That’s what we are. WAGs,” Tania filled in with pride, as if that made her something incredibly special. I noted a slight accent. I wondered where she was from.
“Well I’m not a wife or a girlfriend, but I appreciate the ticket,” I felt the need to say.
Marla laughed. “Of course you’re not, darling. Lucas doesn’t do girlfriends. Everyone knows that.” Her condescension practically dripped from her mouth. She leaned in close to me, dropping her voice. “I only meant that you must be pretty spectacular in bed for Lucas to cough up one of these tickets. I must get your secrets.”
The three women cackled together and I briefly fantasized about punching Marla in her pretty face. Did everyone know Lucas and I were sleeping together?
Fiona snapped her fingers. “You’re that girl from the gossip mags. The one who left the pub with Alan and Lucas.” Her eyes sparkled meanly. “Tell me, what are they like together? I imagine sleeping with the both of them at the same time was quite amazing.”
I drew myself upright. “I didn’t sleep with Alan,” I argued and then realized I had inadvertently admitted to sleeping with Lucas.
Well what other reason did I have for being in this box? I was obviously his—how had Marla put it—piece of ass.
Marla patted my hand. “Well you’d best give the man what he brought you down here for. We all know how Lucas behaves when he doesn’t get what he paid for.”
My stomach twisted at her implication. The witch had basically called me a prostitute.
I tried to think of something to say back but my tongue was tied. Marla eyed me one last time. “Nice meeting you—I’m sorry, what did you say your name was again?”
“Morgan,” I replied through clenched teeth.
“Right. Morgan. I can never keep you women straight.”
Then she turned back to the other WAGs, ignoring me completely.
My throat felt tight and I felt angry tears burn my eyelids.
The match had started up again and I tried to concentrate on Chester. It was hard with Marla and the other women’s laughter and chitchat ringing in my ears.
Chester played really well. Lucas didn’t score a goal this time but he assisted with the three that led his side to victory. I was able to lose myself in the energy of the stadium for a while. I had to pretend that Marla and the others weren’t there.
When the final whistle blew I got to my feet and cheered with everyone else, but I felt less enthusiastic than I had earlier.
I had dealt with plenty of women like Marla in my life. Petty and mean spirited and most likely jealous. Though I wasn’t sure why she would be jealous of me considering she was already married to a football player.
It was obvious I’d never be welcome in the Chester WAG ranks and I didn’t really care about that. It’s not as if I expected to ever be a WAG. What a stupid acronym. Seriously. Why would I want to call myself that? Plus, Lucas and I were only having fun.
But her insinuation that he was essentially paying me to have sex with him through tickets and the trip to London hurt. Even though it shouldn’t. It had pushed my pride button big time.
After the match, I left as fast as I could, not bothering to say goodbye to the other women. Not that they cared. They hadn’t looked my way again. I returned to the hotel and changed out of my clothes into shorts and a T-shirt. I thought about heading home.
You’d best give the man what he brought you down here for.
I shouldn’t let a woman like Marla get under my skin because most likely that’s exactly what she wanted.
But I had been struggling with the nature of my relationship with Lucas from the very beginning. But what could I possibly expect from a man who I allowed to finger me in a bar bathroom?
So when Lucas had showed up I lost my cool a bit. I actually stripped in front of him, telling him to take what he obviously wanted.
“You want to tell me what this is all about?” he asked once I had gotten dressed again.
I wouldn’t tell him about Marla because I’m sure he’d tell me not to listen to her. Which I shouldn’t. She was obviously a grade A bitch face.
I let him kiss me and to soothe my pride and then we were leaving the hotel. Finally being out and about in London forced all thoughts of the WAGs and their shitty comments from my mind. For now.
We wandered down the street and found ourselves at a huge market full of clothes and trinkets.
“Are you hungry? I’m fucking starving,” Lucas asked, taking my hand and pulling me towards several food trucks.
