Page 36 of Pucking Rebound

Shut up. It was just one night.

One night of purefuckingmagic.

Best one night stand I’ve ever had.

The only one I’ve ever had.

“What a night, huh?” Lola asks as if reading my mind.

“It was a great night, Lola,” I tell her honestly, fucking hating that in less than twenty minutes our time together ends.

While last night was a dream come true for me, this morning was even better.

Lola made me breakfast, which, come to think of it, I don’t think Sienna ever did.

She knew what to make me to prepare my body for game day as she does the same for Wade. It felt nice to be taken care of.

To thank her, I ate her out on the kitchen island before we left. I didn’t tell her, just in case I offended her, but she tasted better than the breakfast she made me.

It’s a shame I won’t get to taste her again, because my tongue and my dick are already addicted.

“Are you coming to the game tonight?” I ask hopefully.

“I love watching Wade play, so of course I’m coming. I have lots to do before the game tonight though.”

I wish she was coming to the game to see me.

Wade has two women fawning over him now. What a lucky guy.

It doesn’t matter that Lola said she doesn’t find Wade attractive, I’m still jealous and after last night, I hate it even more that she’s moving in with him.

“If you keep busy, it will keep your mind busy too.” I know it helped me.

“I suppose so. I need to cancel the wedding.” Lola takes a sip of the takeout coffee I grabbed for her on the way back from her old apartment. “Maybe I’ll do that tomorrow.”

“One step at a time, Lola.”

Putting on a high, posh accent as if she’s having a conversation with someone she creates a fake phone with her fingers and holds it to her ear. “Oh, I’m sorry your fiancé fucked you over, but I’m afraid we’re going to fuck you over twice and keep every cent of your deposit.” She takes another sip of her flat white. “Just peachy.”

I let her have her moment and leave her to her thoughts as I drift off into mine.

I can’t deny how disappointed I am that Lola and I are just a rebound thing because any other time, I’m certain we could be something special. It’s an unshakeable feeling I got last night and it hasn’t shifted.

But that’s not how this ends for us.

Lola breaks the silence and reels off a list of things she needs to do today. “Back to Wade’s, unpack my things, and finish off what I started yesterday in his closet. I need to grab something to eat, shower, then head to the arena.”

“I think I need a Lola in my life.” Deep down, I know I’m not referring to having her as my assistant.

“You had me last night.” She lets out a soft, flirty laugh.

“Someone’s spicier today,” I say, focusing on the road, but lift my hand to poke her ribs, making her giggle some more as she swats me away.

I make a mental note to consider hiring a personal assistant.

As soon as the season starts, I never seem to have a minute to myself and there hasn’t been a lot of free time for me to put paintbrush to canvas or pencil to sketchbook.

Although, it’s not from want of trying. It’s just, well, for some unfathomable reason, I haven’t drawn or painted anything since Sienna left.

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