Page 126 of Sin Bin

She sent off her reply, put her phone away and glanced up to find everyone grinning at her.

“Was that your sugar daddy?” Jess teased.

She blushed. “He’s not my sugar daddy.”

Jess raised an eyebrow. “He just spent over—”

“Are you ladies ready to order?” the waitress interrupted.

Nadia asked for more time while Meadow buried her face behind the menu, grateful for the reprieve.

After their meals had been ordered and their cocktails had been served, Jess went right back to talking about money. It seemed to be her favorite topic, which was really off-putting.

“Hockey players make really good dough, especially the top players who also get those lucrative endorsement deals. I know Viggo, Reid, Logan and Hunter make a killing from their corporate sponsorships.”

Nadia and Scarlett exchanged looks that said, Where is she going with this?

Jess picked up her glass and sighed. “I know you guys think I’m a gold digger, but my mom and Aunt Sheridan have always taught me to practice hypergamy. I’m not settling for struggle love like my mom did. I’m marrying up, and I make no apologies for that.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Bianca told her. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting a successful husband who can provide for your family and give you the finer things in life. I don’t know any woman who grew up dreaming of struggle love.”

“Exactly. The only people who call women gold diggers are broke ass dudes with nothing to offer, and jealous bitches with no man and no prospects.” Jess sipped her vodka cranberry through a tiny straw. “Anyway, I did some sleuthing and was floored to learn how much Dubinski is worth. I mean, he doesn’t get paid as much as the starters, he doesn’t have that many endorsement deals and his family isn’t wealthy. So I couldn’t help but wonder where all that money came from.”

Nadia narrowed her eyes. “Please don’t tell me you asked him.”

“Of course not.” Jess paused. “Okay, maybe in a roundabout way—”

Nadia and Scarlett groaned.

“No, it’s okay! He didn’t mind. Seriously.” Jess was all smiles. “He started out by explaining to me that Hunter had to convince his stockbroker to take Dubs on as a client. Apparently the guy is one of the best in the business. Super shrewd and savvy and highly selective. If he agrees to be your broker, you’re good as gold. He and Hunter were classmates at Yale, so there’s mutual trust and respect between them. Hunter knows the guy would never cheat him or take dumb risks with his money.”

Jess paused to sip more of her cocktail. “Anyway, as you guys know, Hunter’s like the wise man of the group. The Jedi Master. The Godfather.” She grinned. “When he came to Denver and started playing with Reid, Viggo, Logan and Dmitri, he didn’t want to see them blowing through their money and ending up bankrupt like many professional athletes. Reid and Viggo already had financial smarts, but Logan and Dmitri needed some guidance. Hunter introduced all of them to his stockbroker. They made some smart investments, bought shares in several major tech companies and made a fucking fortune.” Jess’s grin broadened. “They’re so filthy rich, they could retire tomorrow without batting an eye.”

Scarlett chuckled dryly. “They’re not retiring.”

“Nope,” Nadia said. “They love playing hockey. They’re gonna have to be dragged kicking and screaming off the ice.”

Jess laughed. “Same goes for Dubinski.”

“So is that how he made all that money?” Bianca prompted. “From investments?”

“Yup,” Jess confirmed. “He wanted in on the action, so he begged Hunter to hook him up with his broker. He’s not quite as rich as the others yet, but he’s working on it.”

The conversation was interrupted when the waitress brought their entrees and refilled their water glasses.

As everyone dug into their meals, Jess struck a thoughtful pose and blurted, “Did you guys know that the world’s biggest dick belongs to a Mexican guy named Roberto Esquivel Cabrera?”

The random comment made the others burst into startled laughter.

Jess grinned. “Seriously. It’s true. His dick is 18.9 inches!”

“No way,” Bianca said vehemently.

“I kid you not! Look him up! He’s in the Guinness Book of Records for having the biggest penis in the world.” Her hazel eyes danced. “Can you even imagine? As much as I love me some big dicks, I wouldn’t know what to do with one that’s almost nineteen inches. That’s just way too much man meat.”

“Seriously.” Everyone shuddered and crossed their legs.

Jess grinned impishly. “The previous record holder was some white guy named Jonah Falcon. I would have thought for sure it’d be a black guy, as much as they love to brag about their so-called ‘big black cocks.’ As if they’re all packing that much meat.” She snort-laughed. “The smallest dick I’ve ever seen actually belonged to a black dude I dated for a hot second. He kinda resembled that otter-faced Michael B. Jordan. His dick was so tiny it looked like a shriveled-up sausage link. I was so disappointed I wanted to cry. Hell, I think I did cry. Plus he was a lousy fuck.”

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