Page 41 of Scoring Chance
Sixteen
“Girl, let me tell you about those younger men,” Sarah bellowed as she brought over Chinese food and wine, “I don’t know who put the myth that younger men don’t know what to do in bed, but trust and believe, Jameson put an end to that bullshit.”
“He’s blowing your back out?” Sydney took out the wine glasses.
“Girl, he made me break a damn sweat,” Sarah pulled out the chopsticks and the best friends made their way over to the living room, “he pulled me on top and was like, ‘Ride me, baby’ and I’m like, ‘You sure you want my big ass on top of you?’ and girlfriend…he gave me that wink. You know the wink…”
“You want to take this dick?” Sydney chuckled.
“That’s the one!” Sarah sighed. “And yeah, he kept giving it and I kept taking it like a champ. Now his balls are drained and I’m bowlegged but enough about me, let’s talk about why I’m over here.”
Sydney rolled her eyes. It had been a long week in the Winchester household and Sydney used her spare time at the loft to work on her art show projects and avoid Dean whenever she could. Even when he presented a new ring to her, it had an awful stain from why he gave it to her. “Un-fucking-believable.”
“Not really,” Sarah took a bite of broccoli beef, “you two were on a break, whatever the hell that means, and you both did some really stupid shit. I say you’re pretty even in this aspect.”
“I can’t believe he freaking told me after he proposed!” Sydney exclaimed. “Like, who does that?”
“Your man,” Sarah pointed out, “pretty shitty of him, yes, but at least he told you.”
“He knew if he told me before, I would’ve never said yes.” Sydney shook her head.
“Maybe, but he also knew if he told you when you were in a really good mood, it wouldn’t have made a difference.” Sarah defended him. “It’s been a week already, Syd, and you’re still wearing your ring.”
“He upgraded it,” Sydney glanced down at the enormous rock on her finger. She particularly loved how it shined from all aspects, no matter the lightening. “It was five carats. Now it’s 10.”
“Hold up, hold up, hold up…” Sarah grabbed Sydney’s left hand and stared at her enormous rock. “…how in the hell do you have a ring bigger than mine and I’m the one married to a billionaire?”
“I got the Kobe special,” Sydney quipped, “the ‘I Fucked Up So Bad and Embarrassed You in Front of the World’ special. The ‘Please Don’t Leave My Dumbass’ ring.”
“Oh, bump that noise!” Sarah took out her cell phone and dialed Jameson. “Hey, baby? Yeah, I’m going to need a bigger ring. How much bigger? I’m going to need the Mariah Carey Salma Hayek Ugly Billionaire special. No, I’m not calling you ugly, babe. I’m saying I need you to buy me a ring as if you were the ugliest fool on the planet. Thanks, babe. I’ll call you later.Ti amo tanto.”
“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” Sydney slumped down to the floor, “I don’t know what this means.”
“What does it mean?” Sarah put her phone away. “You’re engaged – again. You’re living together. You’re going over the details of your prenup. You’re getting married to Dean, Syd. You’re going to have snot-nosed babies I’m not going to babysit for free. You’re going to be the art darling of the industry and probably work for some major graphic arts company if you choose to go that route. You’re going to accompany Dean to all of those fancy-schamancy industry events and pretend you like an overpaid and overhyped A-list America’s Sweetheart while you give her fake air kisses and comment some shit on how you like her hair when really it looks and smells like piss and vinegar.” Sarah finished her wine in a gulp. “And then you’re going to live Happily Ever After.”
“If these pictures come out, I’m going to look like a fool,” Sydney worried.
“Who cares? You’re with Dean now and you’ll be with him forever. People are going to talk about your art more than whatever gossip between you two. If you think this is going to cause a dent in your relationship, then maybe, you need leave Dean alone and for good.” Sarah warned. “But it’s clear to me, it’s not a deep issue. Yeah, he slept with his ex. You slept with your super hot manager who’s not me. I say you two were both assholes but now you can move on. He has a defending championship and you have a major art show in less than six weeks. That’s enough for both of you to concentrate on what’s really important.”
Sydney leaned against her best friend and sighed with relief. “Why do you always know what to say?”
“Wisdom comes with experience,” Sarah shrugged, “and getting a good dick-down played a role.”
“I already signed the prenup,” Sydney replied, “so there’s that.”
“Hmm…” Sarah thought aloud, “who says you can’t amend it?”
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t have to be an ass about it but play hardball with him. If he really wants to be with you, he won’t have an issue with your terms. Be generous but also be fair.” Sarah mentioned. “In the words of Ivana Trump, don’t get mad; get everything.”
“I don’t want his money,” Sydney defended.
“Then don’t keep it when you take it!” Sarah mocked. “Give it to charity. Set up an art school, do whatever you want with it. It doesn’t matter. You need to let Dean know your emotions are not to be played with.”
“You have a point,” Sydney sipped her wine.
“Have you seen the pictures?” Sarah asked. “You might as well if there’s a chance everyone else is going to see them.”
