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ChapterOne
MacKay
Why I suckat picking the right women to date, a short story.
I have three brothers. No sisters.
And I played football from the age of five to twenty-three, including one season pro.
The end.
That’s the whole story.
None of those fuckers knew any more than I did about women and I spent all my time with them, so when I got to high school and beyond, I just went for it with women who came to me. That way I didn’t have to know what the hell I was doing. Easy, right? The path of least resistance.
Wrong.
Because what kind of girls and women pursue a guy about to play pro football?
The crazy kind, that’s who. The gold diggers, the high maintenance attention seekers, and the manipulative liars.
Not the kind you want to marry.
Or hell, maybe that was just me. I was a magnet for toxic relationships.
So when I met a gorgeous blonde at my buddy Cash’s wedding and she was funny and flirty and had no idea who I was (or so I thought) I dove right in. Literally. I mean, I jumped in a pond to save her from drowning.
But then after we went behind the barn and did dirty and delicious things to each other’s bodies, I had figured out she was Cash’s sister. My best friend’s little sister.
Bro code broken in the worst way possible.
I didn’t stop there though.
Nope. I got drunk and it got worse.
But somehow, miraculously, two and a half months later Cash still didn’t know what (or who) had gone down that day and night and now I was monstrously fucking uncomfortable seeing his sister Faith for the first time since I had crawled out of her bedroom window. Seeing her for the first time at Cash’s wife’s baby shower, of all things.
Or technically, Cash and Sera’s baby shower.
This was the way it was done now, I was told. Baby showers where everyone had to show up. Including ex-pro football players with bum feet who banged the future dad’s sister and would rather shove rusty nails in their eyes than be there in the world’s most awkward attempt to pretend they didn’t know said sexy-as-fuck little sister.
Like me. Specifically.
In case there was any confusion.
Now I was nursing a martini that had a plastic baby floating in it and trying not to notice Faith, who was wearing a skintight dress that made my mouth water. She bent over to pick up a gift for Sera to unwrap. The view of her tight ass and the knowledge of what of mine had been up that dress had me taking a huge gulp of my drink. I choked on the dirty martini. For a second I was worried I had swallowed the plastic baby, but it was still legs up in the bottom of my empty glass.
“Are you okay?” My buddy Dak’s fiancé, Eloise, gave me a look of concern.
She was a full foot shorter than me but her hand was raised like she was prepared to slam her palm into my back and save me.
But there was no saving my dumb ass.
“I’m fine, thanks,” I assured her. “Just went down the wrong pipe.”
Cash suddenly appeared beside us. “Hey, MacKay, can I talk to you about Faith?”
Damn. I thumped my chest with a balled-up fist.
