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She turned, breaking away from me, and walked to the bar. I sighed, watching her walk away, and I wondered if we would ever get past this messy faze.

Chapter 9 - April

I was feeling plenty of emotions about everything. Irritated. Angry. Embarrassed. And horny.

The last thing I needed was Weslie acting like I was a prized possession when someone wanted to talk to me. But, of course, it's not the woman he has a problem with. It's the man, and it appears he's gonna start body-checking people pretty soon.

Or maybe it was how he acted and made it clear to every person in the bar that she was taken. And I knew that was the point.

I rubbed my eyes as I stood at the bar, waiting for a bartender to open up so I could make an order. I needed something harder than beer if I was going to get through tonight. I needed my mind numbed so I could make it through the night. Especially if I was going to hear more about how much of a tramp Weslie was.

I glanced at Riley and April, watching them look so happy with their spouses. I could see the love was strong between them, and it hurt. I knew that wasn't going to be me. This relationship with Weslie was fake, and eventually, we would split again.

And when that happened, I needed a plan. I needed to have something to do or find a passion somewhere. I needed to get my shit figured out before that happened.

"Are you really married to Weslie?" A woman next to me asked. She was sitting with two other ladies who were also looking curiously at me. They were beautiful, and the question made me tense.

I slowly nodded my head. "I am. Do you know him?"

"Damn," she said, looking at Weslie. I could see the want stirring in her eyes before she looked back at me. "Didn't think he would ever settle down. Wendy told us at our covent meeting yesterday."

I bite down on my cheek slightly.

"Congratulations," another one of the girls chirped. "He's a good one. I've heard just how good he is in bed. But I'm sure you probably already know that."

I stammered for words, unsure of what to say to that.

"I've heard he is just wonderful. You're a lucky girl." One of them winked, and my entire body tensed up.

I felt a hand fall on my shoulder. "You know, I think you and Weslie are going to be the talk of the town," Riley said with a giggle in her voice. "I keep hearing whispers about how cute you two look together."

I frowned, "I don't want to be the talk of the town." I knew that we needed to get the word out, but this was making me uncomfortable. I didn't need people telling me how much of a bang he was or smiling like they knew what he could do in bed.

Riley shrugged. "Better you than everyone talking about my almost kidnapping still I'll take this. I never thought anyone would let that go."

I needed liquor. I turned back to the bar and waved my hand. I just wanted to go home. I wanted this night to be over already.

I didn't want to mingle. I didn't want to hear about how much of a catch Weslie was. I was already aware of that. I had him at one point. And he left. I didn't need to know what he'd been doing afterward. I didn't need to know how he moved on while I fell apart.

"What would you like?" the lady bartender paused in front of them. She had light blond hair that was braided down her back. She had a lip piercing and an eyebrow piercing. She was wearing dark makeup and deep red lipstick. She had on a cropped tank top, and her breasts almost plummeted out of it. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra because her nipples were pushing against the fabric.

"A tall shot of rum, please," I said, tapping my fingers on the counter.

The gal raised a single eyebrow at me, not moving to make it. I looked down, reading her name. "Sandy? Did you hear me?"

She nodded and crossed her arms. "Yeah, I was just taking you in. Can't believe that Weslie is married to you. Congratulations. That must be exciting for you."

Though she said the words, they rubbed me the wrong way, and the way she was looking at me wasn't with shock but more disgust. I suddenly felt like I was somewhere I shouldn't be. And then I wondered if she had dated Weslie in the past. Only an old girlfriend would look at someone this way.

"Thanks," I said, looking over at Weslie, who was setting up a game with Miles.

"Tall shot of Rum," Sandy said, setting it down. I quickly took it and downed it, replacing the glass on the countertop.

I allowed the liquor to sink in, wishing it were magic to take all my problems away. I knew they wouldn't. But they would at least numb them for today.

"So, how did you guys meet?" Sandy asked, leaning onto the counter like there weren't ten other customers waiting for her.

"Long time ago," I said, and Riley snorted.

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