Collette: FUCK! *Inserts link*
I open the link she sent.
Fuck.
Breaking News
Devils Owner Bill Reeves Caught in Affair with Ex-Player's Fiancée.
Photos. Dozens of them. Bill Reeves and Kitty at dinner in Capri. His hand up her skirt under the table. Ew. WTF. Her laughing and oblivious that this is all being recorded.
"Oh my god." I gasp.
Polly leans over and looks at my phone. "Holy shit. Is that Kitty? Who's the old guy?"
"The guy she cheated on Pierre with."
"Him?" Polly questions.
I nod. "He's a billionaire and the team's owner. Oh, yeah. And he's married," I explain to her.
"The team owner?" Polly remarks.
"Yep."
"Fuck. That's messed up."
I nod as I scroll through the articles. They're everywhere. Sports news. Gossip sites. Social media is exploding. Everyone knows now.
"This is going to explode," Polly tells me.
She's not wrong. My phone rings.Collette.
"Hey," I answer. "I'm putting you on speaker. Polly is here."
"Hey," Polly greets my sister.
"OMG, Polly. Are you seeing this?" she asks.
"Jo showed me."
"It's everywhere, Jo. The photos. Bill and Kitty. Everyone knows now."
"How's the team handling it?" I ask.
"Complete meltdown. Players are furious."
"At Bill?" I ask.
"At Bill. At themselves for defending him," she explains.
"Shit."
"Thank God my last day was last week. I do not want to be dealing with this right now." She chuckles.
"Wait, what?"
"I resigned weeks ago. Right after I got back from Italy."
