Page 6 of Crew Princess
The way all the cheating came out had been weird.
Usually, or maybe I was assuming wrong, but when someone cheated, there was a period where one spouse was upset. The other asked for forgiveness. The other didn’t give it to them. The cheating spouse doubled-down, begging more, pleading more. And then there was a time when they tried to work it out? Counseling maybe?
But not with this divorce.
It came out thatshecheated. Boom.
It came out thathehad cheated, again.
The again part had been new because apparently he’d cheated a loooong time ago, before they even had Taz and Cross.
But then, I wasn’t sure how the years of the marriage had been after his first affair (because it’d been a full-blown affair and not a single discretion, and yes, that mattered) untilboom. He cheated again. And then apparently their mom had enough because she did her own thing.
Now they were divorcing. Final drop-the-mic moment here.
But back to Cross’ dad. Cross said he’d been in the local motel at first, but this was the only thing that made sense.
“Damn,” Jordan breathed.
We were all playing catch-up here. All that I did know I’d gotten from the first night when Cross came over and said he was moving in with me. And Cross not sharing with me didn’t bode well. He should’ve told me this.
Cross’ face tightened. “She works at Kade Enterprises, in HR.” He cursed, low and savage. “He moved in with her last week. My mom—” He flung his hand toward the house. “—has some guy coming over and sleeping here.”
“What’s Taz say?”
His jaw clenched. “She doesn’t know.”
“The fuck?” Jordan muttered.
“Yeah.” Cross’ shoulders seemed to become even more tense than before. His voice dipped low. “I found a pile of his clothes in her room. She was hiding them, in a fucking laundry bag.”
“Maybe they’re your dad’s?”
“His clothes are foldedunderhers in the drawers.”
Well, there you go. That’s a whole new level of hiding.
Jordan winced.
A loud cheer came from inside the house, and the volume suddenly got even louder as the front door shoved open.
“What the fuck?” Zellman saw us and came jogging down the sidewalk.
The door slammed shut behind him again, but then cracked back open.
Tabatha was there, her head poking out. “Are you all doing a crew thingy?”
Cross turned away, cursing.
Z and Jordan shared a grin, and Jordan hollered back, “Give us a bit, hon.”
Hon.
As in honey.
Jordan noticed my grin and narrowed his eyes. “What?”
“You guys are nickname official now.” I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from giving him too much crap. “Are you giving her a promise ring next weekend?”
