Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“It’ll probably be a big wedding,” I fill in. “He has a big family.”
“Define big.” Shelby lifts her eyebrows at me.
“About as big as mine, if not bigger,” I share and ignore the pull to take the phone from her now.
Shelby puts the phone down and I wonder what pictures they looked at. After we broke up, I blocked his name from my phone. I mean, not really, but I definitely didn’t go on and google him. I mean, maybe I did just the one time, but that was after a long day of drinking and an unsuccessful date where I had to pleasure myself. It was a moment of weakness. “How did you leave it?” She taps her manicured finger on the phone.
“They would get back to me,” I say and laugh, “as if I would even think about doing this.” I roll my eyes.
“Okay, I have to ask, who broke up with who?” Clarabella finally asks the loaded question.
I shake my head and put my hand to my forehead. “He broke up with me.” I thought I was over the pain from that day, but clearly, I am not. I’m far from over it. It’s been two years. It should be dead and buried in my memories. Sadly, seeing him for even five minutes brought it all back.
“This is getting sad,” Clarabella says, “so let’s get back to the questions about sex.”
“Dear God,” Shelby mutters. “Maybe there are some things she shouldn’t share.”
“Bite your tongue,” Clarabella retorts, “I literally heard you and Ace going at it in a shed.”
“It was in my backyard, my fenced backyard!” she shrieks, and I roll my lips. The three of them have caught each other in so many compromising positions, it’s always a new story. I have even caught or heard one of them at times. I mean, if I was in a committed relationship like all of them, I guess I would be doing the same. Especially since Shelby and Clarabella were supposed to marry one person and then married someone else. Presley was so scared she fought really hard to push Bennett away, but he did not let her go. I would love to have a love like that. I thought I did have a love like that. Sadly, I was wrong.
“It was also one hundred and twenty degrees, I’m surprised you didn’t faint,” Presley reminds her. “You came out a sweaty mess.”
“I’m surprised we didn’t have to take you to the hospital for dehydration.” Shelby shakes her head.
“Can we please focus on Sofia for once?” Shelby redirects.
“Yes, can we,” Clarabella agrees. “Sex on a scale of one to ten?”
I look at the three of them, putting my hand to my stomach. “He was my first kiss,” I admit, breathing out and looking at the ceiling to blink away the tears that have now crept up on me. “My first everything, really,” I whisper as I walk around the desk, avoiding looking at them. I’m not sure I can stand them looking at me and seeing the pity in their eyes. “Needless to say, I’m not working with them.” I finally look at all three of them and they just look at me and nod.
“If they call you back,” Shelby says, getting up, “I’ll take it.”
“Do you really think that he would come back?” Clarabella questions me and all I can do is shrug my shoulders. “Okay, he came today but did he know he was meeting you?”
“I don’t think so,” I answer honestly. “They filled the doc out online and all correspondence was done through the main email address, so there isn’t a fixed name on there,” I say, putting my hand in front of me. “Either way, that was my one and only appointment I will do with him.”
“Or,” Clarabella suggests, “you show him that he means jack shit to you and plan him the best fucking wedding of his life.”
“How is that going to help her?” Shelby asks the question I almost asked.
“Think about it.” Clarabella smiles. “Every single time he thinks of his wedding, he is going to think of her.” If I have to admit it, I think it’s genius, but I won’t put myself in that position. “It’s up to you.” She gets up. “And no more sweet tea, your face is already flushed.”
I take a deep breath. “I guess we will see if they call or not.”
matthew
I huff as I skate off the ice, taking one of my gloves off while I unsnap my helmet. Making my way down the red hallway toward the locker room, I place my stick outside of the door along with all the other ones. Walking into the room, I pick up a bottle of Gatorade from the tray in the middle of the room before I head over to my spot on the big, long bench and place my gloves on the small square shelf above my name. “I was dragging my ass out there,” I say, trying to get my breathing back as I sit down on the bench and unscrew the cap.