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Jake
“Dude, you’re late.”
I don’t even bother responding to Trent as I toss my gym bag on the floor.
“Who the hell pissed in your Wheaties?”
“No one,” I snap, grabbing weights to put on the bar. “Are we going to lift or not?”
I hate that I’m snapping at Trent, but I can’t help it.
I should be in a good mood. No, agreatmood. Between the FaceTime sex last night and the picture Whitley sent me this morning that made me take an extra shower, I should be walking on air.
“Are you going to tell me why you’re salty as fuck today, or am I going to have to guess?” Trent asks. “Things not going well with Whitley? If you need pointers on how to keep a woman satisfied, all you have to do is ask.”
I give him a shove as I position myself at the bench press station. “Whitley and I are just fine. And you are the last person I’d come to for relationship advice. But if you must know, I just came from my mom’s house.”
“Why’s that bad? Your mom is great. Pretty hot, too.”
I shoot him a death glare. “I’d rather you not talk about my mom. Ever.”
All he does is shrug. Asshole. “Then tell me what the bug is up your ass. You’re no fun when you’re grumpy.”
I grunt, pushing through my set. “She said there was a leak in the roof. So I went over to fix it. Turns out the entire roof is about to collapse. She needs a new one. Stat.”
“That sucks,” Trent says, switching with me to do his set. “How much is that going to cost?”
“That’s the problem,” I say, taking off a few of the weights for him. “She had to have her septic tank fixed a few months ago. That wiped out her savings.”
“Can you or your sister help?”
I let out a defeated sigh, having already played all this out in my head. “Yes, but I don’t want to ask Amelia. She doesn’t get any child support from her dead-beat ex-husband. I don’t want to take a penny of her money that she needs for the kids. This one is going to fall on me.”
“But didn’t you just cash in your savings to buy your new truck?”
“Ding-ding-ding, you’re the winner,” I snark. “Now, if you want to win the grand prize, figure out a way that I can make a quick five grand.”
At the time, I thought I was being responsible. I worked every overtime shift I could get and saved every extra penny to buy my truck outright. The thought of working overtime right now sounds miserable. I’d rather spend that time talking to Whitley or maybe taking some time off I’ve earned to drive to Birmingham to spend time with her.
Can I go back to last night when she was fingering herself for me? I’d much rather be back there.
“Okay, I’m going to say something crazy, and I want you to hear me out.”
I raise an eyebrow at Trent because I have a feeling I’m not going to like what is about to come out of his mouth. “The fact that I’m going to listen to you right now after you start the conversation like that shows how desperate I am.”
He finishes his set and sits up. “Did you know that you now have one million followers onForU?”
“Say that again?”
“Officer Sexy. He has one million followers onForU. Turns out your moves are pretty popular.”
One million? Damn. I might not be on social media, but even I know one million is a lot.
“That’s great. But what does that have to do with me making money to get Mom a new roof?”
He reaches down into his gym bag and pulls out his phone. “I might have checked the messages the other day, and dude, companies are begging to work with you. I think you could make some money off of this.”
