I can hardly keep my eyes open. I glance at my watch. How long is this meeting going to go for?
Elliot begins to talk. “I’ve been watching the outcomes on this, and I’ve found . . .”
He goes on and on and on . . . I yawn again.
“Will you cut it out!” Tristan snaps. “You are not the only person in the room who’s fucking tired.”
I glance up to see the attention of all three men fixed on me.
“I bet Christopher’s way of getting tired was more fun than yours.” Elliot smirks.
“One hundred percent,” Tristan mutters dryly. “I slept on the floor while the kids slept in my fucking bed.”
“Why?” Jameson frowns.
“The girls have decided that they don’t want to sleep anywhere but in their bedrooms at home.” He fakes a smile. “Traveling is so much fun these days.”
“More fool you.” I give a disgusted shake of my head.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Tristan snaps.
“Just . . .” I cut myself off.
“Just what?”
“Just that I thought you were the parent,” I reply casually as I sip my water. “Why on earth you would let your child sleep in the bed while you sleep on the floor is beyond me.”
“Summer isn’t herself; she has a cough,” Tristan justifies himself.
I wince back from him. “Don’t breathe on me, then, you germy prick.”
“If you had kids of your own, you would understand,” Tristan snaps.
Elliot chuckles. “As if that’s ever going to happen.”
Tristan laughs. “I know, right?”
“Can we focus on the fucking topic here?” Jameson taps the whiteboard.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I fire back as I look between them. “I’ll have kids of my own one day.”
“Nope.” Jameson writes on the whiteboard as if remembering the next topic. “There’s no chance in hell you’ll have kids.”
“What?” I shriek in outrage. “That’s bullshit. You have no idea.”
Tristan rolls his eyes as if I’m clueless. “It’s you who has no idea.”
“You’re way too selfish to have a wife and kids. It’s never going to happen.” Elliot smirks.
“He’ll still be gangbanging chicks when he’s ninety,” Jameson replies casually as he draws a graph on the whiteboard.
The boys both laugh.
“For your information . . . I do not gangbang chicks.” I readjust my tie in annoyance. “I encourage group activities where everyone is treated equal.” I square my shoulders. “There’s a big difference.”
The three of them laugh, and I begin to see red. “You three are awfully judgy, seeing you used to be exactly the same as me.”
“No, we weren’t,” Elliot snaps. “Nowhere close. You’re broken.”
“I’m not fucking broken.” I gasp in outrage.
“You are thirty-one years old and never had a girlfriend. Not one,” Tristan says.
“You take nice girls on token dates to try and kid yourself into believing that they stand a chance, and that’s beside the fact that you only fuck women in pairs so that there is no chance you can fall for one of them,” Jameson replies flatly.