Page 90 of Biggest Player
“Dang. Sorry?” Dominic is nosy as fuck, and now that he has a kernel of gossip, he wants the tea.
“I’m a teacher. My daughter will be in middle school next year, so—enough said.”
His eyes bug out. “You havekids?”
“Well, no. I haveonekid,” she corrects. “But sometimes having one is like having ten, especially when she has friends over.”
“Shit.” Kendrick lets out a low whistle. “Bro’s dating a mommy.”
And now the word will spread like wildfire—Kendrick will repeat the information to his agent, his agent will repeat it to a media outlet, and soon it will be in the news.
This is almost too easy.
Satisfied, I slide my arm around her waist. “Her daughter is more mature than I am.”
Beside me, she shakes her head. “That’s not even a little true. If it was, I wouldn’t be able to stand you.”
“Are you two the same age?” Dominic is rude enough to ask.
I thought you weren’t supposed to ask a woman her age, but here he is, asking Margot her age like a Neanderthal.
“No?” Margot squints. “I think he’s, what, three or four years younger?”
I can tell she’s trying to do the mental math or genuinely cannot remember our age gap and wants me to chime in. We’ve never actually discussed it; our ages were only ever shown on the Kissmet app, and we haven’t messaged one another there since we met in person.
Doesn’t matter.
This is even better tea for the media: Single mother. Older woman.
Boom, internet-troll gold.
And there goes the guilt that keeps punching me in the gut, reminding me what a fucking douchebag I’m being.
I nudge the feelings away and instead grin back at my friends, arm still around Margot, pleased as punch to be standing with her tonight.
“You guys want to come out and grab something with us?” I ask Kendrick and Dominic. They both shake their heads.
“Nah, bro. I’m hitting the gym tomorrow with my sister. She gets my ass up at five,” Kendrick says.
“Tomorrow is Saturday,” I point out, horrified at the idea of waking up at five o’clock to exercise when I’d rather be sleeping. Or fucking.
“She don’t care what day it is.”
I rack my brain. His sister is younger, in college, and if my memory serves me correctly, he is her legal guardian.
“She still living with you?”
“Yeah, when she’s not in school. Total pain in my ass.”
“Aww,” Margot chimes in. “It’s sweet, though, that you let her boss you around. I love it when younger sisters do that.”
He shrugs. “Have to be in the gym anyway, might as well get it over with.”
Dominic nods. “I stopped drinking, so I’m gonna head home.”
Kendrick smacks him. “Don’t lie, bro—you’re going home to watchLove Is Blind.”
“So?”
