Page 74 of The Trophy

I lift my own sunglasses, resting them on the top of my head to look at her. “Whatever. You know what I think about this twin connection stuff.”

“I can’t believe of all the people out there, my twin had to be a skeptic. Why did you think I was checking my phone? I sensed that something was wrong with you.”

Like I said before, we agree to disagree. Or at least, I do. “Ok. But where was Topher while you were checking on your phone?”

Bay exhales slowly, as if dealing with me tested her patience. “Topher was snoring next to me in bed.”

I give her a pointed look. “So he took you to a fancy hotel to go to sleep?”

“No,” Bay snaps. “I guess technically I got laid. It just?—”

“It just what?” I ask, equally fascinated and horrified.

Fascinated because Bay doesn’t tend to share many details of her physical relationship with her boyfriend. Horrified because, yuck. It’s Topher we’re talking about here. Which I guess it’s why she doesn’t share any details.

“It just didn’t last long enough for me to consider it getting laid. Ok?”

That “ok” at the end is almost violent.

“Bay,” I insist. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” she bites out vehemently. “He took me to this beautiful suite, there was champagne waiting. We toasted to us, he kissed me and things started heating up pretty quickly. I guess quick is the best word to describe that encounter. He lasted seriously under three minutes.”

Ha. If Topher being a two pumps chump didn’t mean sexual frustration for my sister, I’d think it’s fucking karma.

“So that was it? He rolled over and fell asleep? Without taking care of you?”

Not to sound smug but my guys would have made sure I was more than satisfied. There’s also the fact that they all recover pretty fast, ready to rock my world over and over.

I don’t say any of that stuff, because gloating would be mean; especially since I owe it to Bay that I’m not still practicing abstinence with Jon, or even worse, dealing with his tiny dick.

“No, he didn’t just roll over. He felt terrible actually. But he just explained that Coach Harrison punished them for not playing to his standards on Friday and had them bag skating until most of the team threw up. He was absolutely beat and he promised he would make it up to me in the morning. Which I’m sure he would have, if I hadn’t come out to help you.”

Now that she puts it that way, I feel a little guilty. For Bay, not for Topher; that asshole can eat a bag of dicks, or skate with one, for all I care.

“So did you just leave him in the hotel room?”

Bay shakes her head. “No, of course not. I left him a note. Look, don’t worry about me and Topher. We’ll be fine. The last few months have been rocky, but he has had a lot of problems at home, that’s why he was acting out of character.”

Or showing Bay his true colors.

But I don’t say that. Do I think Topher is a grade A asshole and a bully? Of course I do. However as long as he makes Bay happy and treats her right, I don’t even care about how he treats me and the other people around him.

My problem is that I don’t think he is a nice person deep down and I’m worried that my sister is in love with someone who uses others like pawns for his own entertainment.

“Anyhoo,” Bay says. “Enough about my sex life. Pay attention to the house. If Cash or his baby mama come home, we don’t want to miss it.”

I throw an uncomfortable glance toward the two story bungalow. “By the way, how did you know where Cash lives? He didn’t exactly tell me his address.”

My sister laughs. “Give me some credit, Bay. I accessed Topher’s phone—facial recognition is great when the owner of the face in question is asleep by your side—and I went into his Gamma Delta Tau’s folder. Bam, Cash’s address at the ready, my lady.”

“Wasn’t it password protected?” I ask.

Bay shrugs. “Probably. But he set it up to remember the password in that device.”

“Wow,” I comment. “I didn’t think you’d be the type to snoop in your boyfriend’s phone.”

Bay crosses her arms over her chest. “That’s because I didn’t snoop. I just looked for the information I needed and then put his phone back. He would have given me the address if I asked, I just didn’t want to wake him up.”

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