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With very few exceptions, I’m usually a calm, think-it-through sort of guy.
I’ve discovered that it’s people that I expected more from who really have the power to anger me. It’s why I lost my shit on Cory in the locker room and not on Emily. I learned early on not to expect much from my wife, but my best friend was supposed to be better. It wasn’t the fact that he was screwing around with her. It was that he was doing it at the risk of my boys’ safety. That was the real rub in that situation.
It felt like a betrayal.
Just like her whispered voice in my ear feels like right now.
I press my finger against my earbud in order to hear better.
Walker shot me a text earlier with a link attached. Maybe I wouldn’t be simmering mad if this was just one more thing Emily did, but the way I feel right now means that I had already positioned Madison higher than my ex.
Hearing the details she’s sharing feels like treason, as if she’s betrayed me in the worst way. I’m stunned honestly, and maybe that’s another hint to how much I’d given up, how easily I’d trusted.
“The way he moved my body.” I’m familiar with the low groan I hear. “I’m telling you, it’s the best I’ve ever had.”
Maybe some guys would be flattered. Maybe the complimentary words about the way I fuck should make me stand a little taller, but I’ve been down this road before. I’ve been on the high of being praised only to be cut down at the knees a little later. That’s the thing with popularity and stardom. The higher you are, the greater the fall back down, and the general public live for that shit. It’s the calm before the storm.
Candid Interview with Former Hockey Star’s Latest Lover.
That’s the headline posted on social media. Even though it was posted only a couple hours ago, it’s already gone viral. The clip has been posted as a black screen video, closed captioning added to make it more user friendly. I mean, how accommodating of Toni Tanner, the social media vlogger who’s responsible forthis piece of trash. She’s given millions of people access to what goes on in my bedroom, but I can’t really blame the blood-thirsty vlogger. Madison is the one who sat down with her and whispered our secrets.
With an angry huff, I pull the earbud out and shove the damn thing in my pocket before doing a quick search on the same social platform of Toni’s name. It doesn’t surprise me to see that same smiling face I saw at the bar the other night while I was waiting for Madison. I was a little shocked she was so quick to tell me goodbye rather than trying to monopolize my time.
She was working on her story, not looking to hook up with me herself.
The picture that is accompanying the audio clips is proof she didn’t stay in the bar after we left that first night.
Madison and I were so hot and heavy, we didn’t notice her or someone working for her lurking in the shadows. As much as I want to blame Madison for the setup, I was the one who stepped into her that night. I was the one about to crawl over her, rip her panties away, and slam inside of her.
Maybe that was what the look was for? Maybe it wasn’t embarrassing for her that she was so slick I could easily see that intimate part of her. Maybe it was knowing someone was snapping a picture of that exact moment that made her cheeks heat.
In any other situation, the picture would no doubt turn me on. My mouth is hanging open, and from the angle the picture was taken, it looks like I’m already inside of her. I don’t have to go to the comments to know that it’s what others think as well, and I know that was purposeful, part of the vlogger’s strategy.
“Jesus,” I mutter, swiping my hand over the top of my head in frustration and anger.
Why are people so quick to think that it’s okay to get in the middle of shit like this? I find it disgusting and intrusive, but I guess that’s because it’s me on the shit end of the stick this time around. I’ve been just as guilty of falling for clickbait articles and reading up on celebrity chaos. We used to laugh about it in the locker room when one of the guys would get caught doing something that should’ve been kept private.
This sucks, like seriously sucks.
Madison had me fooled. She really made me think that things could be different.
I knew she was needing some space. I knew she wasn’t in the same place I was, but I never expected this.
“Fuck!” I growl, swiping my arm out and clearing an entire rack of screwdrivers. They stab at the worn floor as they scatter.
How does this hurt worse than finding out my best friend had been sleeping with my wife?
I must be a glutton for punishment because I pull the article back up, watching the accompanying videos of us dancing at the bar. It was our second time dancing not the first, but I doubt people will pay much attention to our clothes.
I didn’t notice anyone watching us because I only had eyes for the woman in my arms, but everyone in the bar has their eyes directed at us, and several even have their phones out.
I felt the fire between us two nights ago on that damn dance floor, and you don’t have to be an expert in body language to see that we know each other’s body well by the way we move together. We’re liquid fire, molten lava, flowing against each other as if we were always meant to touch, to be one.
I felt it then, the warmth of her body under my hands, the way she rolled against me as if she wanted to climb inside of me and live the rest of her life there, but I can see it’s all a ploy. While I’m looking at her, she’s looking around. I don’t know if the vlogger took this video or bought it from someone else, but Madison glances in the camera’s direction too many times for me to believe she wasn’t in on this.
I press my hand to the ache in my chest.
She had to have known what was going to happen, but what did I expect? Everyone in my life is after a payday. I’ve heard whispers and rumors about her failed business, how she got into debt in Austin and that’s why she had to come crawling back to Lindell. It’s why she was living back with her parents because she couldn’t afford a place on her own. I didn’t pay much mind to those because I know what it’s like for people in this town to get the wrong impression, to jump to conclusions. I know that a small truth gets twisted and turned until it no longer resembles the original information. But after this article, I think I put too much faith in her. I was too trusting, too reliant that she was the epitome of hometown goodness. She hadn’t been tainted by the outside world.
