Page 2 of So Pucking Over You
Hey? “Sorry it took so long, but with all the snow the rideshares were pretty busy.”
“Oh.”
Still, he blocks the door. “Uhm, my stuff is in the lobby. Are you….”
“Trev, is that the food? Hurry up and shut the door. The draft is cold.”
“What the hell!” I push him to the side and look into the room. A raven-haired Barbie is leaning back against the headboard of a very rumpled bed, a phone in her hand. She sits up displaying her augmented perfect breasts.
I turn to Trevor. “What is this?”
He shrugs.
“What is she doing in our bed?”
“You act surprised,” he snarks. “What the fuck did you expect? That I’d be walking around with a limp dick because you weren’t around. You’re never here for me when I need you. You know I need to get off after a game. Maybe if you were around, someone else wouldn’t need to be taking care of me.”
“You mean because I have a job and can’t just jump at your demands? You were the one who flew to the Bahamas at the last minute, so we missed Christmas. Was it with her?” I glance behind him to where she’s risen from the bed and is pulling on his T-shirt. Almost as tall as Trevor, she has thick, long dark hair, an obviously toned body and those damned perky full breasts. Every guy’s wet dream.
Strutting across the room ‘Raven Barbie’ stops beside him and rests her elbow on his shoulder while smoothing his hair. Giving me the once over, she tilts her head. “Is this the little reporter for that rag newspaper who you’ve been trying to helpwith stories? She does look a little needy.” She runs her gaze up my body from my hiking boots to the hood of my Carhartt coat.
“Oh, look. Our food is here. You need to leave, sweetie. No more free publicity for you. Trevor’s in the big time now, with important people.”
She reaches over my head and takes the bag of food before turning her back on me. Shocked. Mortified. Furious, I meet Trevor’s gaze. “Ho-how long has this been going on?”
“Doesn’t matter. We’re over.” He slams the door in my face, and I hear the lock click.
Trevor’s been cheating on me. The whole time. He thought it was perfect that I’m a sports reporter. He continually gave me ideas for feature stories I could do on him. Posed for pictures like he was a model. Made sure everything I did on him made its way to his PR team. Yeah, I’m at a small time Buffalo paper, but it was still news he could report. It still showed up on his social feeds.
The realization hits me. That’s all I was good for. Media Content. And the occasional scratch to ease his itch.
The door suddenly opens, and raven Barbie tosses out a couple of my sweaters that I had left behind the last time I met up with Trevor.
Too numb to move, I stare at the closed door. A weight settles across my shoulder, and I’m pulled against something hard.
“Keep your head down and just come with me. There’s a crowd.”
CHAPTER 2
Dash
“Oakley, take a drink of this.” Once we’re safely in my room, I hand her a shot of whiskey mixed with soda. I’m pleased when she does what I ask even though I realize it’s just reflex.
“Stay put. I’ll be right back. I’m going to get your luggage from the lobby.” I look out the window before exiting. I hadn’t noticed the spectators gathering behind us or their upheld phones until just before Trevor slammed the door. This could be a publicity nightmare. Not that I give a fuck about Trevor, the little bastard. I am worried about how this will affect Oakley. We’ve got to get on top of this quickly.
I dial Gordy as I walk to the lobby. “Where the hell are you?”
“Stuck on the highway. We took a ride to get food and there was an accident. Look, my sister’s there….”
“I know. There’s a problem. I have her in my room. There was an incident with Trevor that I think got filmed. Get a hold of Phil in PR and coach Nugent.”
I’d heard a rumor that he’d driven up with a woman, but embarrassing Oakley is unacceptable.
Walking into the lobby, I see the desk clerk looking sheepish. “There wasn’t anything I could do.”
“Give me her luggage.” I almost ask if there’s an open room, but we’re leaving in the morning, and it might be safer to have her with someone to run interference.
“Look, just so you know…,” The desk clerk pushes Oakley’s luggage from behind the counter. “There’s a guy still parked in the lot. I think he’s been watching the room. The other people out there are guests.