a relationship. That shit was intentional. It’s worse than him not paying our bills. I’m… sick. Physically fucking sick that I didn’t see it and let that man manipulate me for ten years.”
Sadie throws her arm around me. “I could have told you he was a manipulative asshole when he wouldn’t let me live with you. He didn’t want me knowing what the fuck was up with him because you bet your ass I would have uncovered it.”
Nahla leans forward, her tits pressed against the table and her shot of tequila on her white blouse. She missed her mouth. “It’s weird that Remi came with us, isn’t it?”
I slap my hand on the table again. “What’s weird is that you know her.” I point at Sadie. “And didn’t realize she was fucking Collin.”
“Okay, hold up.” Her posture straightens, and her brows pull together. “Don’t blame me. I barely go to that class, and I’ve seen her maybe a handful of times. And I never had a conversation with her.”
My shoulders slump forward, and I have to adjust the waistband of my jeans because they’re digging into my belly button. “How did she know where we lived?”
Sadie leans in, trying to talk over the live music. “She said her friend Audrey told her.”
“Audrey Hanley?” My breath catches, and I stare beady-eyed at my sister. Of all the fucking fucks.
“I don’t know….” Her voice trails off, and the realization hits her too.
“Your nanny?” Nahla asks, joining the conversation.
“You mean my ex-nanny. She quit last month, remember?”
Sadie slurps a drink a guy handed her. No question as to what’s in it. Just thanks the dude and starts drinking it. Children. “Oh my God. What if Collin was fucking her too?”
Nahla takes the drink from Sadie. “You don’t even know what’s in that. And stop talking like that. I’m sure he wasn’t fucking the nanny too.”
“Well, you don’t know.” Sadie attempts to retrieve her drink. My sister, she’s completely enthralled with drama. “We didn’t know he was humping Remi until she showed up.”
Sadie’s a psychology major but always wanted to be a detective. Seeing how she never attends class and has very little motivation outside of a drummer’s cock, my little blue-haired sister is stuck investigating the lives of others. Which, to her defense, is probably exactly why Collin wouldn’t let her move into the room above our garage. He didn’t want her knowing his shady as shit schedule.
“He could have a string of women we don’t know about.” Sadie gasps at her profound discovery. “And they’re just going to keep showing up at your door.”
“Okay, stop.” Nahla covers Sadie’s mouth. “You’re freaking her out even more.”
Nausea rolls through me. I can’t hear any more of this. I need to be drunk—black-out drunk. Most women might want to get even after they find out their husband had been cheating on them. I didn’t want to even the score, but I do want to get drunk and forget.
“I’m going to get a drink.”
Another term for a fastball. “This pitcher is throwing heat.” “That pitch was a heater.”
SYDNEY
At the bar, I spot Remi again. She’s dancing with one of the baseball players that are loud and obnoxious.
Curious about her, I watch them dance and quickly come to the conclusion that though Remi is dancing with him, she’s drowning her sorrows in the distraction of the one holding her ass in his hands. I imagine being young, she probably didn’t know any better, and when an older man started treating her good, she fell for him.
I also wonder what the fuck did she see in Collin? Did she get the charming side of him I hadn’t seen since before Tatum was born?
Did he love her?
Did she love him?
Had he planned on telling me?
Ugh. Just, fucking ugh!
Turning around, I face the bar and order three shots of tequila, a Jägerbomb, and two dirty martinis. I might drink all of that myself before I return to the table.
While I wait, I notice the pitcher everyone has been gathered around tonight. He’s constantly had someone in his face since we came in.
College baseball players are treated like royalty on campus, which also explains why they’re so big-headed. College is their first taste of the big leagues where everyone worships them. Though a small percentage make it into the majors, it doesn’t stop women from trying to score with them. Like Sadie said: it’s just another run in their scorebook. For both players involved. Usually. There are exceptions, I’m sure, but