Page 74 of Trouble in Love
“Since when are you shy?” I chuckled, “Besides, you’remywife, inmyjersey. Let them get their fill of what only I can touch.”
“Oh, is that right?” she scoffed, feigning indignation when my possessive words had her neck red with flush. Seeing the effect I had on her, feeling her body mold around mine had my dick throbbing in my cup.Down boy.
“That’s right. You’re mine. And I want to show you off.” I gave her one last kiss, an accidental of my togue over her bottom lip then pulled away for my own sanity. “Hey boys!” I yelled over her shoulder, “Come meet my wife.”
Did I strut a little more? Push a little harder? Show off more than any man has ever showed off? You bet your sweet ass I did.
The hottest woman to ever don an Islanders jersey was standing on the sidelines, charming the pants off my teammates, winning over my idol—my coach—and watching me.
Me. The best part? She was my wife, and everyone knew it. The gooey, sappy, pink, and sparkly bubble of love I skated around in over the next hour or two would burst as soon as I hit the showers.
“D’Cruz. Is this your way of trying to one-up me?”
Fucking Brookes.I clenched my fists at my side. “What, washing my ass crack?”
“No, you dumb prick. Your wife. The one who mysteriously appeared the same day I proposed to Clara.”
He proposed?Seething, I switched off the water and turned to face him. Dallas’s eyes dropped to the semi I had been rocking since I held Polly in my arms on the ice and paled.Yeah, that’s right, Pin dick. You should be grateful this monster neverfucked your fiancée.Yes, it was immature but fuck him. “One, I didn’t even know you were engaged, congratulations. And two, even if I did, I wouldn’t give a fuck. Clara running off with you is what led me to Polly, and she is the best thing that has happened to me.”
His mouth dropped open. Damn fool looked like a guppy. “So, all that pining over Clara was just fake?”
“No, it was real.” I said, schooling myself not to smash his face. “I thought I loved her. I was wrong.”
Looking more pissed off by the second, Dallas scoffed and pushed me in the chest. “You used her. You lied—”
“You fucked her.”
“You … you.”
“I what, Dallas?” I snapped, “Was patient? Naive for believing her when she said there was no one else? Stupid for not seeing what was right in front of me. Yes, all of that is true. What’s also true is that unless Clara has the world’s second known case of immaculate conception, you two were the ones lying tome.” Eager to offer some form of retaliation, I responded to his shove with a light tap between the pecs. “Even knowing that, I have not said one bad word about her since being humiliated in front of the world. If anything, I should be the one still pissed atyou. But I’m not because I’m happy and in love and don’t give two shits about two people who never gave two fucking shits about me. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get dressed and go see my wife.”
A few wolf whistles and cheers trailed behind me.That felt good.
Looking at my phone thirty seconds later did not. Mom had called twice; Ana had called seventeen times.
Seventeen.
One. Seven.
Dead man walking.
Another confrontation was not what I wanted, especially with Polly waiting for me outside. But I figured when you disappeared for a couple of months and then reappeared with a wife, there were bound to be questions. Picking the easier option, I tried Ma first, but when she didn’t answer, there was only one person left to try.
“How could you escape one fame-hungry, gold-digging slu—”
“Ana.” I cautioned.
“Fine, one fake marriage and jumped headfirst into another?”
“It’s not fake. I told you I loved Polly when I was still in Byron, and I meant it.”
“Luca! You’ve known this woman for weeks. You don’t love her.”
“I do.”
“You don’t. You can’t. You’re a kind-hearted fool being manipulated all over again.”
“Stop saying that to me, Ana. I know you don’t get it. I know I’m a bit slow.”
