I jog up the front steps of the office, pulling open the door before putting my sunglasses on the top of my head. “Morning,” I call from the front door. Clarabella and Presley walk out of the kitchen with coffees in their hands. “Hey,” I say to them as I start to walk down to my office, passing Shelby’s office. She looks up as I smile and wave, seeing Clarabella and Presley behind me.
I walk into my office, tossing my bag on the chair. “You got laid.” I look over my shoulder to see Clarabella looking at me with a twinkle in her eyes.
“What?” I choke, shocked, my heart speeding up as I try to play dumb. “No.” I avoid looking at her as I walk behind my desk. “How can you tell?”
“You literally came in here skipping,” Presley notes, rolling her lips and bringing her cup to her mouth.
I gasp out in shock. “No, I wasn’t!” I shake my head at the same time.
“Was it the guy from the app?” Shelby pushes into my office and I just look at them, not saying a word.
“Oh my God, who was it?” Presley asks.
“You might as well just tell us who it was so we can get on with this day,” Shelby states. “Once this one gets a sniff at something, she doesn’t let up.” She motions with her head toward Clarabella.
I sit down in the chair behind my desk, putting my hand on top of it and folding my hands together. “Fine,” I come clean, “Matthew.”
His name is not even fully out of my mouth before the questions start coming in rapid fire.
“Shut your mouth,” Presley blurts, her mouth open.
“You did not,” Shelby says, her eyes looking at me like they will come out of her sockets.
“How good was it?” Clarabella asks as she pulls the chair from in front of my desk to the side, sitting.
“It was fine,” I downplay it, not wanting to do this but knowing I’ve let the cat out of the bag.
“It was fine?” Clarabella says, shocked. “Then you aren’t doing it right. Jesus, I remember the second time I hooked up with Luke, it was even better than the first, and that was explosive.”
“Ugh,” I say, throwing up my hands. “Fine, it was amazing. It was so much better than it was the last time. I don’t know what it was, but it was like I was looking for him since leaving him.” I look at them. “Does that even make sense?”
“You had sex with people after him?” Presley asks, and I scoff.
“Well, obviously, I had to get him out of my system.” My legs start to go up and down. “But I think it was after the second guy that I was like, maybe I need to connect with someone before banging them.”
“How did that work out for you?” Presley asks, and I glare at her.
“I just banged a guy who I said I would never talk to again, and I think I saw fireworks.” I lean back in the chair. “It was a fifteen out of ten.”
“So now what?” Shelby asks the same question I was asking myself the whole time since I woke up.
“Now, nothing. Now, hopefully, this is out of our system and we move on,” I declare and the three of them laugh.
“I’m putting down bets that he shows up again,” Clarabella announces, getting up, “and the sex is even better than it was last night and this morning.”
“How did you know they had sex this morning?” Presley asks as she gets up.
“Who doesn’t get up and have morning sex?” Clarabella scoffs at them, and now it’s my turn to roll my lips when they just avoid looking at her.
“You girls need to take care of your men more.” She shakes her head. “My man skips to work every single day.”
“Every day?” Shelby says, folding her arms over her chest.
“If it’s not sex, at least a blow job,” Clarabella declares.
“Luke is not allowed to talk to Bennett, ever,” Presley says as the two of them walk out of the office, arguing about what is a good number of times to have sex in a week.
I don’t even listen to them. Instead, I glance over at the window, looking out at the sun in the sky, when my phone beeps from my purse. I get up and walk over to take it out.
Matthew: I’ll see you tonight.
I put the phone down, not bothering to answer him. “No, you won’t,” I say out loud at the same time that my head calls me a liar.
matthew
I walk out of practice with my phone in one hand and my protein shake in the other, shaking it up and down. I pull open my text messages. The last text I sent Sofia is still unanswered but says delivered. I smile, knowing this was what she was going to do. I don’t even know why I’m so surprised right now.