Page 42 of Scoring Chance
Sydney motioned to the kitchen countertop. “Right over there.”
“You had those pictures out the moment I came in andnowyou’re telling me?” Sarah hurried up and rushed over to the manila envelope. “Bitch, I could slap you.”
Sydney followed her best friend, watched Sarah pull out the pictures, and studied them as if she were examining a specimen in science class. “That’s definitely Dean, all right.” She looked closely at another photo. “And that’s definitely Rebecca’s cottage cheese dusty ass.”
“Cottage cheese?” Sydney studied the photo of Rebecca on top of Dean. In hi-definition clarity, was a perfect picture of her dimpled ass. “Oh my God.”
“Yeah, baby got Knudsen with her SpongeBob SquarePants ass,” Sarah rolled her eyes, “she hired someone to take these pictures thinking she can put one over on you with her dirty sock-built ass. Fake-ass titties makes me think she was holding Professor X hostage with her helium balloon-built ass.” Sarah turned back to Sydney. “You’re threatened by this?”
“She had Dean for a week,” Sydney’s breathy voice was small, “what am I supposed to think?”
“And you have him for life, Sydney,” Sarah put the rest of the pictures away, “Rebecca and her salty-ass tears with her dry-ass non-dick sucking lips will have to deal. Now, when is your art show taking place?”
“In a few weeks,” Sydney replied, “if this doesn’t work, her photos are going to ruin us.”
“But if your art show is successful,” Sarah’s eyes twinkled, “you’re about to catapult into superstardom. Have you heard of Caleb Kelly?”
Sydney shrugged. “The football player that’s protesting?”
“Yeah, him,” Sarah nodded, “I have an idea you could use for your show.”
~~~~~
“Thank you for meeting with me today,” Samuel began as Dean entered his Downtown L.A. office. “I heard back from Sydney’s lawyer and she had some amendments to the prenuptial agreement.”
“Oh?” Dean sat down in front of Samuel’s desk. “What is she asking for?”
“Five thousand a month for shopping; a million for each year you are married; whatever she brought into the marriage remains hers and same for you; whatever you two make together will be put in a joint trust fund for whatever children you should have, adopted or otherwise. Whatever gifts you give to Sydney during your marriage will be hers to keep, including the engagement ring. And finally,” Samuel slid the document over to Dean, “should you cheat on her, it will cost you five million dollars for each offense. Should she cheat on you, the prenuptial agreement becomes null and void and she won’t be entitled to anything other than child support, should you have children together.”
Dean was surprised by the language in the prenup and knew it had more to do with Sydney’s anger than covering her potential losses. He briefly wondered if it was Sydney’s insistence on the prenuptial terms or if Ian once again whispered in her ear.
Still, the fact she wanted to be with Dean wasn’t lost on him. He would give her everything and more. “Give her whatever she wants,” Dean repeated, “if that’s what my girl wants, that’s what she’ll have.”
~~~~~
Elissa Rodriguez had seen more than her fair share of scandal in her fifty-plus years on Earth.
If she tried hard enough, she couldn’t think of one that was truly scandalous. The Bible-quoting football player who had a penchant for gay twink sex? Maybe. The Congressman who couldn’t stop sending dick picks to every woman, legal and underage? That was a close.
She could think of the celebrity mom who siphoned a hundred thousand dollars from the local PTA because she wanted her child to have a nice birthday party? Or maybe it was the professional athlete who missed out on a children’s charity function because he was enjoying group sex with porn stars?
Maybe. But one that topped them all? Elissa really couldn’t think of it. They all involved sex, lust, and politics in some form and watching the news at night proved to be better than some of the trashy romance novels she read during her lunch break.
It wasn’t a surprise to her when the PR and advertising firm she worked for, McCormick, Reed, and Sheppard, were assigned to deal with a potential scandal involving star athlete Dean Winchester and reality bitch Rebecca MacDonald. As Elissa perused the pictures, she shook her head. Rebecca, for her shitty attitude, had a killer bod and Elissa could see why she wanted the pictures released. They even made Elissa want to join a gym.
She could do without the dimpled butt Rebecca had. That wasn’t flattering at all. “What do you think?” She asked her boss.
Scott Reed scoured through the pictures and shrugged. “Desperate times call for desperate actions.”
“You can’t even bring yourself to give her a compliment?” Elissa prodded. “She does have a nice body, you have to admit.”
“Too skinny,” the Southerner replied, “and not really my type.”
“Oh, I’m very aware of who your type is,” Elissa smiled and Scott matched hers with his own. “Speaking of your type, where is the wifey today?”
“Business meeting in Atlanta followed by dinner with my family,” Scott’s eyebrows furrowed.
“Oh, that should be very entertaining considering the last one,” Elissa grinned.
