“Really, man? Have some dignity.” I laugh but it just makes him pull the pan into his curled arms and fake snarl at me.
“My precious!”
He stuffs another bite of it into his mouth, moaning again, and mumbles around the food. “It’s almost as good as crème de la vagina. Come here you dirty little slut. I’m going to eat you out all day until my doll comes back and I can have the real thing.”
I might slam the large container of protein power a little harder than necessary onto the counter hearing that. I don’t think anyone in this house slept through her screams of pleasure the other night from whatever he did to her in her room. I went to sleep rock hard and woke up the same damn way.
I pull the blender out and start tossing fruits and veggies in it as Tate and Beck come down the stairs to join us. Tate’s got a shell-shocked look on his face and Beck’s gripping a bunch of papers, staring at it like it’s a map to the Holy fucking Grail. I jut my head at Tate while I dump scoops of protein powder into the blender.
“What’s up with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
He just shakes his head, swipes open his phone, and hands it across the island to me. “Read that.”
I drop the scoop back into the container and take it from him, my brows popping up in surprise. “This is from your dad? What the hell? Was he body snatched or something?”
I pass the phone to Jude to read as Tate explains. “I had him on speaker with the phone on the bed. He was giving me his usual pre-game rant of what a pussy loser I am when Savy comes barging into my room. She swipes my phone, stomps back out and locks herself in her room with it. I think she even hid in her closet too because I had my ear to her door and couldn’t hear a word she was saying. A few minutes later, she opens the door again, tells me I’m a fucking star and that she’s proud of me. Then that text comes through so she hands me the phone, kisses me goodbye, and tells me she’s gotta go ‘cuz she’s late for work.”
We all share a baffled look as Beck takes the phone to read the message too and Jude bursts out laughing.
“Cowabunga, fucking gangsta girl!”
“But what did she fucking say to him for this kind of turn around?” I ask and Tate throws his hands up, just as clueless as the rest of us.
Beck starts shaking his head as a grin spreads across his face. He holds up the papers he had been studying.
“Do you know what this is? These are three different pathways to a sports management career. All it would take is a few class tweaks and some interning at an agency and I could be working my way to being an agent. I wouldn’t have to go work for my dad. I could try and stay with you guys. Not as a player but in management!”
Jude grunts around another bite of dessert. “Good, you can be mine. My agent’s a fucking weasel. Can’t stand the prick.”
Tate grasps Beck’s shoulder and squeezes. “That’s fucking awesome, man. I’m glad you figured it out.”
Beck spears each one of us with a wide-eyed look. “Except, I didn’t fucking figure it out…Savy did.” He lifts the papers and gives them a shake. “I found these papers on my bed along with this note.”
He lifts the first page and starts to read from it.
“I hope I’m not overstepping. Please don’t be mad. I just hate seeing you so down and despondent about your future. I know how much football meant to you and I just wanted to help you see it could still be your life if you wanted that.”
“This girl…she’s our fucking unicorn. I think I want to marry her.”
I roll my eyes and scoff at that. Fucking dramatic enough?
“Flag on the play!” Jude yells. “Too late! I already called dibs on her being Mrs. Jude Dixon.”
I’ve had enough of this shit. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You’ve barely known this chick for a few months and you’re walking around with hearts and little birds floating around your psycho head. This is a little much even for you, Jude.”
He throws his fork into the sink so hard that it bounces back out and almost stabs me. His eyes are a little wild when he barks back at me.
“No, what the fuck is wrong with you, Ash? Let me ask you, do you love the Butterfly?”
I rear back and shake my head. “I’ve never even spoken to her!”
“Alright, say you did, speak to her, I mean. Say you got to know who she is and it’s all good. How hard would it be to tip right into loving her after being obsessed with her for the last two years?”
“What’s that got to do with you all wanting to marry the bookworm?”
“Just answer the fucking question. Would you fall for her fast?”
I swipe a hand over my mouth and try and picture her but the only thing that comes to mind is big blue eyes, not behind a mask but behind thick glasses instead. Fuck, fuck!
