lips that looked bee-stung from Mica’s kisses.
His kisses are not real. Tonight is pretend.
A voice spoke from behind me. “So, you think you’re something special.”
I lifted my eyes to see a tall, gorgeous redhead who wore a bright green jumpsuit. “Are you talking to me?”
She moved forward to stand beside me. “You may have married Mica, but three days ago, his hard cock was in my mouth. And trust me, he’ll be back. Our chemistry was explosive.”
Her words felt like knives on my skin, slicing me.
A tiny, blonde chick moved between us and faced Mica’s ex. “You need to take your trashy mouth and your even trashier jumpsuit out of here before I kick your ass.”
I seriously doubted that the tiny pixie could kick anyone’s ass, but the redhead didn’t share my sentiments. She threw one more dirty look my way before tossing her head and disappearing.
The blonde chick turned to me, eyeing me critically. “You okay?”
She looked familiar. I vaguely remembered her coming in to help interview PAs with Ryan Parker. “Are you Zoey?”
“I am.”
“You look different.”
“I changed my hair. It used to be black.”
“You’re with Ryan Parker.”
She smiled an impish smile at me. “Mica is one of our best friends.”
Mica had best friends. People I never knew. Again, I was reminded that I knew next to nothing about my husband.
She checked to make sure the room was empty before she added, “Mica told me everything.”
My eyebrows shot up. “Everything?”
“I can’t believe what you’re doing for Mica. You’re really helping him. Don’t let the angry puck bunnies sink their claws into you. Women have been trying to tie down Mica since the day I met him, and no one can believe you did the impossible. They are just jealous.”
“If they knew the truth, they wouldn’t have anything to be jealous of.”
She smiled a cute smile that made her look adorable. “I’ve never seen Mica act like he’s acting tonight.”
“What do you mean?”
“The guy hates PDA.”
I frowned. “No, he doesn’t. He told me he’s an affectionate guy.”
She snorted. “Yeah, right.”
I thought about what he told me. “He told me that everyone would expect him to be demonstrative.”
She giggled. “That’s what he told you?”
“Yes.”
She shook her head, amused. “I don’t know how he acts when he’s alone, but in public, he was extremely private about that kind of stuff. I saw him hold hands, but it was usually against his will.”
This conversation wasn’t making any sense. The guy had told me he liked to display affection. And he had proved that tonight. He hadn’t let go of me or stopped touching me for the last three hours.
“Are we talking about Mica Petrov?”
She smirked. “Yup. So, you want to hang out at the next game? I go to all the home games, but I can’t stand the WAG box.”
I didn’t quite know if I should infringe on Mica’s personal friendships. “Are you doing this because Mica asked you?”
“I’m doing this because I want front-row seats for the show.”
I had no idea what that meant, but I also didn’t relish sitting alone for a season of home games by myself. An offer of friendship from someone who knew Mica and knew this situation felt like a gift. “I’d love to.”
“You okay?”
“I’m good. I just need a couple more moments.”
She started to head towards the door. “I’ll text you before the next game.”
And then she disappeared from view.
I couldn’t process tonight. The way Mica was treating me felt like a dream. I shut my eyes, remembering the touch of his hand around my waist, the way he had brushed hair from my eyes and stared into my eyes before dropping a lingering kiss on my mouth. It was intoxicating to be the center of his affection. Maybe this wasn’t an act? Maybe this chemistry was real? All I knew was that I wanted to get back to the party and let him tuck me under his arm.
I stepped out of the washroom and started to walk across the lobby.
Mica stood off to the side, in an intense conversation with the redhead. They were standing too close, and she had one hand on his arm and another one on his chest. They looked like a couple engaged in an intense, passionate conversation.
Three days ago, his hard cock was in my mouth. And trust me, he’ll be back.
My eyes met his across the lobby.
So, this was it. It had all been an act. The guy lasted one day of marriage and he was already engaging with