Page 115 of The Hat Trick

Brent has been more standoffish lately and I know there is something bothering him, but I also know how focused he is on the game and how much pressure he’s under. The time I spend with him is effectively spentdistractinghim, which he seems to appreciate. Getting lost in each other’s bodies and the only words needing to be spoken are dirty whispers which seems to be something he can always get on board with. And I will never say no to orgasms. Especially at the hands of my men.

My men.

It’s still something I’m trying to wrap my head around that they are mine and that I am theirs. Completely. The doubtful voice still lingers in the back of my mind telling me this can’t last and that this isn’t something sustainable, but I quiet her every time. I don’t need the doubt.

I’m working at my desk in my room when I hear the front door slam followed by Audrey calling out my name. I jump out of my chair in a panic at the tone of her voice. She doesn’t sound excited or happy. This is her serious scream, and I know something is wrong.

“Chandler!” she screeches, busting through my bedroom door.

“What?” I squeak as I meet her crazed eyes with my own.

“Have you not been on the internet today?”

I shake my head. “Not for anything other than work. Why?”

“Fuck,” she mutters, pulling out her phone and turning the screen toward me.

The headline makes my stomach drop. I yank the phone from her hand, staring at the words. I’m almost too scared to scroll down to read the rest of the article because the headline is making me feel sick to my stomach.

A TEAM THAT WINS TOGETHER

…SLEEPS TOGETHER?

DRAGONS PLAYERS RUMORED TO BE SLEEPING WITH THE SAME WOMAN.

I have a moment where I’m hopeful that maybe they don’t know anything, it’s just a guess and that there’s no information on it being me but considering Audrey’s reaction I know that’s not going to be the case.

As I scroll down there’s various pictures of me with each of the men. Some are extremely blurry, but some are clear. There are pictures of me at the charity event on Christmas Eve, Vince very clearly embracing me. Then, pictures from the same event of me leaving with Brent. There’s pictures of me kissing Matt after a game in the garage. Someone should be in trouble for taking that picture because everyone down there works for the team.

I keep scrolling and keep reading, which turns out to be a mistake because it only gets worse. Which I didn’t think was possible.

A source close to the team confirms multiple players on the Denver Dragons including defenseman Vince Dumont, center Brent Collee, and right winger Matt McQuaid have all been in a relationship with the same woman. The source confirms the woman is named Chandler Hart.

My heart feels like it’s going to explode out of my chest, and then I do the worst thing possible which is scroll down to the comments on the article.

What a lucky bitch.

Gross, who would want to fuck her?

I can’t even get one man and this ugly bitch gets three!

Dragons’ personal slut.

I blink away the tears, but it’s already too late, they are already running down my cheeks. Audrey grabs her phone from me so I can’t keep looking, but it’s too late. I’ve already seen it. The damage is done.

“Who would do this?” she asks, pulling me into her arms on a hug.

I shake my head because I really don’t know. I know it wasn’t any of the guys. It wasn’t Audrey or me. And no one else knows, so who could have done this?

“I have to talk to them,” I sob. I have no idea what is about to happen to any of us, but I need to check on them. This could ruin their reputation too. This is bad for all of us.

Audrey nods in agreement, and I scramble to find my phone. I text the group chat first.

Chandler: SOS!!!

Then, I see the time and realize they are already at the arena, it’s a home game and I know they are about to get ready for warmups. They aren’t going to be able to talk to me before the game. Part of me wants to go there, but I quickly realize it won’t help anything. They will still be playing the game and not be able to talk to me. Plus, I bet the worst thing I could do right now would be to show my face.

Who knows how many of the people in that arena have heard the story and I know it’ll only draw more attention to myself.

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