“So, it’s true?”
“Yes, but it was supposed to have been a secret,” Stacey warns me.
“My lips are sealed,” I say, pretending to lock them away. “Now tell me what happened, I want all the details. How did it start?”
She rolls her eyes. “I confessed to Oscar I had fantasized about a threesome, and Oscar surprised me with Axel and …”
“And what!” I exclaim. Imagine Axel Taylor being your naked surprise.
“And I had the best time.” She grins, lucky bitch.
“Tell me that man has a golden dick. Axel seems like he knows how to fuck.”
“He does.” She giggles, and I’m so jealous of her, but also, good for her, you get that hot dick. “Jackson’s pretty good too.” Stacey winks at me. That bitch.
“Military men with that‘Yes, ma’am’talk make me weak.” I groan.
“I seem to have collected all the silent, brooding types.”
“Guess you have a type.” I laugh.
“Guess I do.”
“Things with Oscar are good?” I ask her.
“Sure, hope so as I’m moving in with him.”
“And how do you feel about that? Especially after the photos of him in New York with Finn,” I ask.
“He said nothing happened, and I have to believe him.” She shrugs, sipping her beer.
“Do you have an open relationship?” I question her.
“At the club we do, outside of it, no, especially now that I am moving in. There was a moment with Jackson that kind of changed things between us, Oscar got jealous as he walked in on Jackson and me …”
“Fucking?”
Stacey nods. “Jackson dropped something off at my place after work. We had some wine, and one thing led to another, and we ended up in bed together. Oscar, who had a key to my apartment, walked in and found us. Things blew up, and I guess that was the moment we defined what we were and set boundaries.”
“And you’ve been keeping this from me this entire time?”
Stacey gives me a look. “I’m a private person.”
“You’re a vault.”
“And you have a big mouth,” she says, glaring at me. This is true. I don’t mean to, but things slip out. I also have a terrible sense of FOMO, which fuels me. I’m a work in progress.
“I understand.” I pout as I sip my wine.
“I’m guessing you know about Olivia then …” she asks.
“Maybe …” I answer.
“Then you know all my dirty secrets.” Stacey grins.
“Really?” I say, arching a brow.
“Really. If I create some more, I promise I’ll tell you.” Stacey chuckles as she nudges me with her shoulder.
