Page 75 of Fumbled Beginning

Lucy leaned forward and whispered once she got her laughter under control. “I heard Dom got his ass chewed out last week for messing up a big deal.”

I pressed my lips, trying to hold back my retort.

“Ohh, I heard about that,” Stephanie said. “Gary was pissed.”

“Do you know what happened, Rylee?” Lucy asked, while running her finger along the rim of her glass.

I cleared my throat and sat up in my seat. “I try to steer clear of Dom and all his drama, so that’s the first I heard of it.”

Although, that didn’t surprise me one bit. He was such a screw-up. How upper management hasn’t figured out that the man was nothing more than a functioning alcoholic, I would never understand. I was just glad that I was no longer associated with him because one day, things were going to catch up to him.

“Okay, switching gears,” Stephanie’s brows dipped in interest. “Tell us about this hunk of man who announced your relationship status on social media. Like how big is he and please tell me he’s packing some good equipment down below because I will be very disappointed if he’s not.”

She seemed overexcited, and I hated to be the one to pop her balloon, but I wasn’t sharing details with her or anyone about my personal life. JP was too well-known, and I wanted to respect his privacy.

“And here I thought having a couple drinks with my friends after work sounded relaxing. I had no idea our happy hour would turn into a Q and A session.” I glared at my two friends, letting them know I wasn’t going to give them an ounce of gossip to work with.

“I bet you he’s a freak in the bedroom.” Stephanie grinned, and I wanted to bang my head on the table.

I turned to her. “Are you saying he’s weird?”

She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I wouldn’t know because I never met him. But based on how aggressive he is while running with a football, I would bet money he’s aggressive in other areas.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

I shifted in my seat. “Please stop objectifying my boyfriend.”

She widened her eyes. “Do you think I’m the only woman in America who notices that body?”

Heat crept up the back of my neck. I was well aware and didn’t need the reminder. I’ve seen the female fans drool over him and the comments online. I tried not to let them get to me, but it was hard.

I glared at her. “He’s a person, not an object.”

“Relax.” Stephanie glared right back. “I’m married with kids. I don’t get action that much anymore; I need to live vicariously through you.”

“Wait, back up.” Lucy squinted from across the table; her gaze was slightly unfocused from the shot she had just downed moments ago. “What do you mean you don’t get action anymore? You’re married, I’m pretty sure that comes with benefits.”

Stephanie looked away, and I sensed we struck a nerve. “I’m convinced he’s getting it somewhere else.”

“Why would you think that?” I asked, scanning her face and hoping she was just overreacting.

“Because he’s always tired, or stressed,” she said, poking her straw around in her drink. “Either that or he doesn’t find me attractive anymore.”

“That’s not possible,” I said, scrunching up my nose at the thought. “I don’t see Theo as the cheating type.”

Her eyes started to fill with moisture. “Maybe he’s just bored with me.”

Just then, a text came through on my phone.

JP

How’s happy hour?

I typed back.

I’m on my second margarita.

JP

You’re not driving, right?

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