Page 28 of The Scorpio Skyy
“Well, first of all, the escort was a man,” Paris shared.
“What? Phoenix Avondale swings both ways? Does his wife know?”
“If she didn’t, she does now.”
Adam cut his eyes at Paris. “There were always rumors. The news of his . . . proclivities was always about to break. His team does an excellent job of never letting things get out.”
“I heard that he and his wife have a discretionary fund set aside to pay people off. I heard that they use money to make all of their problems”—She waved her hand dismissively to demonstrate—“just go away.”
“That might be accurate,” Adam allowed. “Anyway, Phoenix isn’t a suspect. The escort had copious amounts of drugs in his system. The best guess is that he passed out, then slipped under water and drowned. The problem . . . well, there are multiple problems.”
“Right.” Paris agreed. “The main one being the drugs that were found in the room when the cops arrived.”
“Who called them?” I probed.
“That’s another issue,” Adam admitted. “The mistress freaked out and called them. She?—”
“The mistress?” I interrupted.
“Yes, he has a mistress.” Adam was nonplussed.
“And get this,” Paris told me. “Allegedly she’s pregnant.”
“I don’t want to hear any more.” I put my hands over my ears and shook my head. “Every time I’ve ever run into them, they seem so much like the ideal couple. He’s always holding her hand and hugging her up. She told me that they’ve been together since high school. You know we hear rumors about everything. I’ve never heard anything about them. I’ve never heard about Phoenix and his orgies. I’ve never heard about a mistress or a secret life where he pays male escorts to meet him at hotels.”
Paris shrugged her shoulders. “These nig?—”
Adam held up his hand. “I’mma stop you right there, P. Whatever you were about to say, you need to change it. Phoenix is out here on his white man privilege. It ain’t got nothing to do with nig?—”
I tuned them out. My head was swimming. I’d just told Jaxxon that the Avondales were marriage goals. And in actuality, their marriage was currently in its train wreck era. This man had a whole pregnant mistress.
All I could think was what if Jaxxon cheated on me? I wasn’t worried about him being with a man. Jaxxon was straight. But a mistress? That could actually happen. Jaxxon really liked dick worship and being a dominant. I was good at submitting, but it was new and exciting to me. Would I still want to submit when we were ten years in? Would Jaxxon replace me with a woman who was more . . . eager?
I literally shook my head to brush the thought away. Jaxxon loved me and had loved me for decades.
But hell, it wasn’t like Phoenix didn’t love Sage at some point. And they had been together for over a decade.
I probably need to protect myself, one of the voices in my head told me.
First, I needed to relock up at least a little bit of my heart so if he did come out of a bag, I wouldn’t be completely destroyed. Second, I needed to get on some kind of birth control. No sense adding a baby to the mix, if he was just going to end up cheating on me.
Lord, please don’t ever let Jaxxon pull nothing like this on me. Please!
Training camp ended,and I was happy as hell to be home. I missed my wife. Yeah, I missed the sex, but more than that, I missed her. I missed holding her and loving up on her. And somehow, between the time I left for training camp and got home from training camp, something had switched up.
Skyy missed me while I was gone. When I got back, she fucked me like I’d been gone two years as opposed to two weeks. But I’d known her for too long and knew her too well not to feel the . . . distance she was creating between us. I wasn’t blinded by the pussy. I knew Skyy. She could be like a dude when it came to sex. She could disassociate. She could give me the pussy, suck my dick, bow down to my dominance, all while pulling back little by little.
I didn’t know what I’d done. Initially, I figured she was in her bag about the fact that I left. But I knew that wasn’t it. Something happened, and it scared her. It caused her to retreat inside herself and take her heart with her.
I played it cool all week. The team was headed into the first pre-season game. While I knew that pre-season games didn’t hold much weight for many players, or even coaches, for me, they would set the tone for my season. I wasn’t the type to slack off just because the games wouldn’t affect our record. I still brought my A-game and gave it my all.
I let Skyy cook so I could concentrate on the business at hand, but after the game, . . . she owed me an explanation about her behavior.
Travis approached me in the locker room. We exchanged dap.
“What’s up?” I asked him.
“I can’t call it. It’s hot out there. I know that field finna be on fire. I hope they?—”
