“She’s fucking gorgeous.” Jack pops his face out of Drew's ass long enough to add his two cents.
“Pretty fades, but you know what doesn’t?” Shaun asks.
“Food.” Quincy replies. Both men laugh.
Drew shakes his head. “Yeah, that food is what had my last wife fat as hell.”
I cut into his laughter. “A lot of men find it hard to please a woman with meat on her bones. I guess when your dick is big enough, you don’t have that problem.”
Drew’s laughter dies immediately. However, Quincy burst out laughing beside me.
“I know that’s the fuck right,” Devon cheers.
I don’t take my eyes off Drew. His gaze narrowed at me. He’s still trying to read between the lines to see if there is anything going on between me and Ella. But I know his arrogance won’t let him believe it.
He smirks and shakes his head. “Trust me, Ella never complained about my dick. In fact, I’m sure if I wanted to, I could have her on it tonight.”
Though his words hit their mark, I don’t show any outward sign. Gritting my teeth, I leaned back in my seat.
“You think so?”
He grins. “Oh, I know so. See, in all the years we've been together, not once did she ever step out on me. To this day, my dick has been the only one she’s had. That pussy still bends to my curve.”
“Come on now, Drew,” Devon asks teasingly. “Ella’s single now. Has been for a year and some change. You think she hasn’t slept with anyone else?”
He turns to Devon briefly before looking back at me. “No. I know my wife.”
“Ex wife.”
He stares back at me for a moment. “It doesn’t matter. I said what I said.”
I pick up my glass of bourbon and take a swig. “Spoken like an arrogant man that has never had any competition.” I grin while swirling the brown liquid in my glass. “Even the best athletes know that there is always someone watching and waiting to take their place. Why do you think there are so many players in the Hall of Fame? You can’t be the best at something if you’re the only one playing the game.”
“He’s right,” Shaun says. “You might have been her best because you were her only, but when she gets that next big thing, you may be an afterthought.”
“Yep,” Quincy says as he gulps his drink.
Drew’s face turns red and his nostrils flare. I don’t think he even thought about the fact Ella could be fucking someone else. I truly believe Drew assumed she would be single and celibate forever without him.
“Andrew doesn’t care,” Jack says, smacking Drew’s arm. “Right, Andrew, you got Kiely.”
Even though the others are talking around us, Drew and I have not looked away from each other. His nostrils continue to flare as he glares at me. I keep my face neutral.
I know Drew. I’ve known him since he was five years old. He’s talked all that shit about upgrading and young pussy, but I know the truth. He hates the idea of losing control over Ella. Despite all the fake happiness he’s spouting about Kiely, I know he misses his wife.
Drew smiles and then leans back in his seat. “You’re right, Jack. Why should I care who Ella fucks? If her pussy wasn’t trash, I’d still be with her. But at the end of the day she will always choose me.”
Drew shrugs his shoulders haphazardly. Before he can drop them back down from his ears, I toss my glass to the table, shoot to my feet and grab the collar of his shirt, dragging his ass across the table. Everyone jumped to their feet. Drew looks up at me in shock.
“Say that shit again?”
“Fuck you,” he snarls.
I flip his ass over onto his back and grab him around the neck, cupping his chin in the crook of my elbow. His feet kicked out across the table as he fought to get out of my hold.
“You’ll learn to keep her name out of your mouth,” I snarl down in his ear.
“Let him go, Mitch,” Jack screams like a bitch.
