Page 10 of Scoring Chance
“For now, yes.” Sydney waited for the makeup artist to finish applying her lip color. “Dean’s going to buy it off Ian and give it to me so I can be on the deed.”
“Funny how it took another man buying you a loft to get Dean some much-needed Act Right in his system,” Sarah shook her head, “I wonder about men sometimes. They act like you’re never going anywhere and you’re always going to tolerate their shit until you leave. Funny how that works.” Sarah turned around to face her best friend. “How do I look?”
“Oh my gosh!” Sydney’s eyes watered and she fanned her face so she could stop the tears from ruining her makeup. “You look so beautiful!”
“Oh shit, now you’re going to make me cry.” Sarah dabbed her eyes with a napkin. “Stop that shit!”
“I’m trying!” Sydney sniffled. “I’m just so happy for you, bestie!”
“What about you?” Sarah blotted her eyes. “When’s your wedding day?”
“I don’t know,” Sydney honestly answered, “I guess whenever we get our stuff together, then we’ll get married.”
“I hope sooner than later. I hate seeing these older chicks who are with the same tired ol’ dude, waiting years for a ring, andmaybenot getting it.” Sarah shook her head. “Better he lets you know now what his true intentions are than several years later and he’s like, ‘You know what? I was just playin’.”
“Well, he did. I just hope this all works out.” Sydney thought about their conversation on the way to Vegas. The fact Dean offered to sleep on the sofa didn’t make things better for her. They agreed to go slow but Sydney wondered if she was going to be an old woman with a flurry of cats that have cute little names like Sprinkles and Mr. Whiskers because Dean is still waiting for theright time.
Patience was never her virtue.
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“She’s gonna kill me when she finds out,” Dean shook his head.
“She was with her boss, right?” Jameson asked. “I say you two evened each other out.”
“It’s different,” Dean replied. “She knows the history I have with Becca.” He paused. “It wasn’t for one night.”
“Oh?” Jameson’s mouth circled. “How many nights was it? Two? Three?”
“The entire week.” Dean remembered after Sydney moved out, he called the only number he could remember at the time. Rebecca answered the phone and in hindsight, she answered so fast Dean assumed she waited for him to call her.
The entire week between missing Sydney, being angry with her and Ian, and nursing a few bottles of whiskey that Rebecca happily supplied, they had sex in every room of her home. He remembered how he threw her up against the glass sliding door of her condo and fucked her from behind.
He was just glad no one saw them. “I’m wondering when I should tell Syd it was Rebecca.”
“Who said you had to tell it was her?” Jameson asked. “You don’t have to. Take this to the grave, man. To the damn grave.”
“I don’t know if Rebecca adheres to the same belief. She has the reality show and I just gave her a storyline.” Rebeeca was the storied villain of aReal Housewivesspinoff and people loved to hate her.
Meanwhile, Rebecca laughed all the way to the bank. She’d received an offer fromDancing with the Starsin addition to creating a line of hair straighteners. She was currently in talks with L’Oreal to represent their platinum blonde hair color line.
Dean was more concerned about Rebecca going to the gossip blogs than any potential reaction Sydney had. He already envisioned her sitting down with an exclusive to Diane Sawyer, Barbara Walters, or whatever TV interviewer looking to keep their relevancy by jumping on the latest gossip. Not to mention the magazine covers, the reality show, and whatever else.
Kim Kardashian made it a science and Rebecca would definitely follow her playbook. “Dude, I’m fucked,” Dean admitted.
Jameson nodded. “Yeah, you are.”
