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“Sure.” Daniel nodded as he ordered another beer.
“She says she’s a Mental Performance Consultant. The second time we met, she told me she noticed a problem with my performance.” I scoffed as I leaned against my chair, mad all over again at the audacity of the little girl. “Believe me, I have no issues with my performance—mentally or otherwise!”
Daniel’s eyes widened as he listened to me venting about the girl. I told him about how we’d first met, and how she had the freaking gall to park in my spot! MY SPOT!
“You had her car towed?” Daniel broke out laughing. “What’s wrong with you?”
“You should be asking what’s wrong with her!” I fumed. She had only gotten deeper under my skin since her arrival. “She even made Noah make the consulting sessions compulsory for the players she deemed fit.” Daniel's mouth hung open, and I nodded. “She even had the fucking audacity to suggest I should attend the sessions twice—is she mad? Me? In the same space as her? Twice a week! God, please.” I sighed as I swung my drink back, slightly wincing at the burn but grateful it was doing its job right.
Yeah, I needed a few more if I was going to have to continue talking about her. Gah! She was so frustrating; my head ached even thinking about her.
“And what about you—have you been treating her with respect?” Daniel asked after laughing his ass off. So much for being a supportive friend.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Daniel. She’s annoying, so I’ll annoy her back.” I shrugged, and he chuckled slowly as he shook his head.
“Maybe you like her,” he teased as he gently nudged me with his shoulder.
I had never been as disgusted before in my life compared to right then. I looked at Daniel from the corner of my eye, and even though we were roughly the same size, he seemed so small and dumb with that stupid amused smile that got bigger as he watched my reaction.
“The fuck?” I muttered, and Daniel snickered as he hid his face in his hands. “In case you forgot, Daniel, I like women. W-O-M-E-N.” I spelled it out for him for emphasis. “I have never been interested in girls, and I won’t start now. She isn’t remotely close to my type. So don’t ever make the mistake of insulting me like that, okay?”
“Maybe you want to try something new, Alexander. There’s nothing wrong with an upgrade when it comes to preferences.” He shrugged as if he were saying the most logical thing ever. He was not!
“Miss Naomi Collins is more like a downgrade.” I grimaced, and he rolled his head.
“Sure, let's say she is. Then why does her presence annoy you so much? You said she has successfully gnawed her way under your skin, and it’s beginning to itch. It’s clear to anyone. You’re interested in her—right, Reggie?” he asked the bartender as he wiped the bar.
Reggie smiled, and it was clear he had heard most of our conversation. “Seems so, Daniel.” He laughed as he walked away to tend to the other customers.
“You are both idiots,” I mumbled as my body shuddered in pure disgust. Me? Interested in Naomi? Please. “She’s irritating, and for a nepotistic baby who’s all about Daddy…” I mimicked her voice whenever she called for Noah. “... her pride is odious.”
“Maybe you want her to call you Daddy; you’re old enough, right?” Daniel teased, and I swore this man would get me to puke all the alcohol I had consumed.
“We’re the same age, dumbass,” I muttered, done with the conversation. There was no convincing him otherwise. For a man who was the same age as me, Daniel sure thought like a teenage boy sometimes. How did Sarai even deal with him?
He had his own opinions about Miranda, and now he had his own opinion of Naomi even though he’d never met her.
“And I’m married; that’s the difference.” This fucking dude.
Chapter 6
Alexander
All I had been hearing since this week began was Naomi. Naomi this, Naomi that, Naomi has, Naomi is—Can you all just shut the hell up? I opened my locker door a bit too hard, irritated that I had to start my morning with praising choirs.
Naomi is just great. Naomi is patient; she doesn’t judge me at all. Naomi is an angel.
Angel my ass. Naomi could be anything but pure; she had proven that on many occasions. Once she doesn't get her way, she runs to Daddy! Okay, so maybe she had only done it only once before; however, there was nothing unique or great about her.
Why couldn’t they all shut up about Naomi already? She was just here to suck the juicy gossip from all of them, and who knows what she would do with that? What if she sold it to the public and made thousands out of it? I knew she would cackle whenever she spent the money she made from selling their secrets.
Okay, she might not be that evil, but I cannot see any good in her.
Ever since she had arrived, all the boys had been acting like sissies, and it was getting on my nerves—constantly talking about how she helped them through their issues, how she was attentive and how she didn’t judge them, and how they now looked at their problems from a new perspective that helped them deal with their insecurities, or the tiniest problem that arose.
I didn’t believe any of that shit; it was all fake, and they just wanted to be in her good books so that their sessions wouldn’t get increased to twice a week like mine had. Oh, I was jumping with joy when she announced that! I absolutely love it.
Fuck.
