Page 68 of My Scorned Best Friend

“How are things with Clara?” he asks.

I haven’t been forthcoming with him on a lot because I don’t want to rub salt in his wounds, plus I don’t want him to accidentally tell anyone about Clara either. “They’re good.”

“You know you can talk to me about her. It’s not like I loved the girl or anything.”

“Mr. Greene, one moment, a package came for you.” Kerbie digs behind his desk.

I turn my attention back to Ben. “I don’t want anyone to know about her yet. She’s not used to the press.”

He shakes his head. “You gotta get over that. She’s a big girl.”

Kerbie hands me the package.

“Thank you.” I try to see who it’s from, but there’s no return address.

Ben and I walk into the elevator. “And don’t think the guys don’t notice how you never go out anymore. They’re all taking bets on whether it’s Sessilee or if you’re back with Giulia.”

“Well, I’m sure during the off-season, something will come out.” As long as no one in the media is questioning whether it’s one of those two women I couldn’t care less.

The elevator stops on Ben’s floor, and we say our goodbyes. After I ride it up to my floor and open the door to my penthouse, I place the package on the counter.

Lately, I hate how lonely coming home feels. Not that I’ve ever come home to anyone, but picturing Clara here waiting for me makes me wish I could. I worry I can’t even live with someone else because I know I can be difficult and set in my ways.

I grab my phone and head to the couch. As always, Clara answers on the first ring.

“How was practice?” she asks. “Are you sore?”

“I wish I had you here to massage me if that’s what you’re asking.”

She chuckles. “Oh, I do too. I kind of wish you were here with me actually, because I have the start of a cold.”

“Shit, babe, I’m sorry.”

She sneezes.

“Bless you. I hate this distance thing,” I say for what is probably the millionth time since we started this relationship.

“Me too. Hey, you should’ve gotten a package in the mail. It says it was delivered.”

I bolt up in my seat. “It’s from you? I thought it was something from a sponsor because there was no return address on it.”

“No, it’s from me.” I can hear the smile in her voice.

“Okay, let me get up and open it.”

I grab the package, return back to the couch and rip it open. Inside I open up the plastic and pull out a small piece of fabric.

“Clara?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you sure you got this for me?” I look at the underwear again, turning it around.

“Okay, I know this so isn’t me, but I figured it would be fun. I’m going to put something on too and we can FaceTime one another. Maybe get turned on and have a little video sex?”

“And these are gonna turn you on?” I still don’t see why she would find these sexy, but I guess I never knew her kinks. Maybe this is her thing; she likes to role-play or something. I can’t deny that I like her opening up to me.

“Yeah. I mean, you could be naked, but I thought this would be more fun. So, let’s hang up, change, and I’ll FaceTime you when I’m ready.” The excitement in her tone is already getting my cock to half-mast.

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