Page 78 of The Fantasy League
When I woke up at two in the morning, I drowsily moseyed up the stairs to the bedroom, but not before stopping by Scarlett’s room and grabbing the blanket on her bed that still smelled like her.
Which also happened to be the same blanket I’d, well… finished on.
It felt empty without Scarlett here trying to cuddle up underneath me all night long or steal all the fucking covers even though she was half my size and didn’t need a California king-size comforter all to herself.
Groaning, I got up out of bed and tossed the blanket in the trash bin and hopped in the shower. I got in with the intention of quickly cleaning myself off and heading down for a big breakfast, but then I started thinking about Scarlett again and what I’d be like if she’d been in the shower with me.
Would those lips be wrapped around my cock while she fingered herself? Or would she want me to fuck her doggy style with her breasts pressed against the glass?
Needless to say, it was twenty minutes later before I found myself dressed for the day and walking down the stairs.
“Morning, Janice,” I called over to her as I walked into the kitchen. Sunlight poured into the breakfast nook where she already had a steaming cup of coffee waiting for me at the table.
“Good morning, Mr. Abbot,” she singsonged, walking toward me with a breakfast plate so full a piece of bacon threatened to fall off as she handed it to me. “Table for two this morning?”
I met her halfway and grabbed the plate from her before bringing it over to the nook and setting it down next to my mug. “Nope, just me today. Scarlett left yesterday morning to fly back for a meeting. Did I tell you that she’s publishing a cookbook?”
Selfishly, I begged Scarlett to stay and ride out the rest of the trip with me, but with her editor going on maternity leave, I knew she wouldn’t be able to stay.
Despite the lonely feeling that consumed me with her gone, I was sofuckingproud of my girl. She’d shown me a few of the recipes she was working on, and even gave me a subtle mention in one of them, which made me smile.
I loved it even more now, knowing that we were together, and it wasn’t just for publicity anymore.
She mentioned that it’d still be a few months before it was published, but hey, any attempts at early promotion for my girl couldn’t hurt, right?
“Only about five times, sweetie.” Her face softened into a smile before a tumble of confusion washed over her expression.
Huh, that was odd.
Janice wobbled back into the kitchen and moved some of the pots and pans she was using over to the sink for me to wash later. “Um, Mr. Abbott?” she started. “I know that we don’t know each other all that well… but would you mind if I asked you a personal question?”
“Sure, anything.” I shrugged a shoulder as I shoveled an enormous bite of French toast into my mouth. What could an eighty-year-old woman ask that would make me feel uncomfortable?
“Now, I know it isn’t my place to judge, especially a handsome fella like yourself. But isn’t it a bit… distasteful going steady with two different women at the same time?” Her brows folded down and she bobbed her head to the side. “I mean, I was known to go to a swingers' club or two back in my day when my Donny was still alive, but—”
“What do you mean, two different women?” I cut her off primarily due to confusion but also partly due to the fact that my appetite disappeared the second she started reminiscing about her glory days attendingswingers' clubs.
Fucking Christ.
I was so nauseated I’d never be able to enjoy pancakes again.
My mind reeled as she slowly, slowly walked back over to the counter by the stove to grab her phone and took what felt like hours to unlock it and search forsomething. What, I wasn’t fucking sure yet.
Finally, after the most agonizing few minutes of my life, Janet handed me over her cell, which was about six models outdated, and my eyes were met with a headline from Page Six’s rival, The Post:
Mr. Tight End moved on too quickly? Abel Abbott was recently spotted on a private dinner date with Los Angeles elite fashion designer Aera Chase! Click here for full details on the football star's recent breakup with celebrity chef Scarlett Sawyer and exclusive photos of the newest power couple.
Fuck no.
This was bad.
This was really fucking bad.
When was this posted? I glanced down at the screen in my hand…fourteenhours ago. Knowing Lea, she’d likely seen the article at least half an hour or so before it came out like usual.
Why thefuckhadn’t she given me a heads-up about this?
So much for protecting my “precious image.”
