Page 7 of Pregnancy Scandal
“I’ll beg to differ.” He smirked, giving me a knowing look. “She seemed to like me just fine.”
I raised my brows and gazed at him. “Really?”
“Uh huh, and let’s just say that woman is just as fiery in bed as she is outside it. A real wild thing.”
I didn’t know why I was even surprised. Mia was just as bad as Abby when it came to guys, although I figured Abby was the worst at one point. It was before she made this change.
She’d always been like that though. Always. And more like a man than a woman. Boy crazy, then man crazy. I’d watched that sweet girl who used to invite me to her Barbie doll tea parties grow up into the ‘It girl’ who every guy wanted to get with, and she didn’t stop them. She had her first kiss before me and even had sex before me. Miss Abby lost her V-card at sixteen to a college guy in his sophomore year.
Come to think of it, that was the first thing she’d ever told me that she thought was a good idea.
It was the first time she’d shocked me, but unlike today when I yelled at her and called her crazy, I found that guy and beat the shit out of him. I was always tall and big for my age, so at sixteen years old when I found that motherfucker who was then either twenty or twenty-one, he was no match for me.
Hearing Eric had been with Mia shouldn’t have come as a surprise, but it sort of did because Eric was a dog when it came to women. Everyone knew that and I’d hoped Mia had better sense than to fall for his shit.
I’d bet he had her just for one night and left. That was his style.
“Wouldn’t mind another round with her, although she does seem to be the clingy type.”
“Clingy?” I asked. I might have been protective of Abby because she was my friend, but I was the same with her sisters.
He glanced and me and must have caught the glare in my eye that should have been a warning to watch himself.
“I mean, just the type to have expectations. Like she expected me to be there in the morning, or stay after. You know what I mean.” He chuckled.
I actually growled at him and was about to ask him to elaborate because if he did what I thought he was saying, that wasn’t okay, and it wasn’t okay to tell me. My mouth opened to say the words, but something caught my eye.
No. Not something… Someone. Someone who made me think the universe was definitely out to get me.
Giselle Montblanc walked toward us as we turned to go out to the field. She was waiting by the bleachers and smiled when she saw us coming.
Eric leaned in close. “Damn, Gilly, you get all the fine women. What the fuck’s your secret?”.
I just looked at him, not answering.
“Catch you later, man.” He sighed and walked away at the same time she approached.
Giselle looked like she was walking on the runway and ready for it too. That long white blonde hair flowed out around her like a cape. Liquid and fluid, flowing with the wind. Her bright green eyes sparkled as she looked me over and smiled wider at me, like we were old friends.
I wished I could have looked happier to see her, but I couldn’t even fake a smile.
“Hey there handsome,” she beamed.
“Hi.” I gave her a nod.
“Is that how you greet me after a forever of not seeing each other? Gilman Hawkins, I know you can do better than that.” She looked me over with expectancy, but I gave her a shrug.
It always felt odd when people full-named me.
It was Abby who christened me Gilly at three years old because she couldn’t say Gilman. Gilly was easier for her, so she’d called me that, then everyone else did too. The name stuck.
“Not sure what you want me to say or be like. I said hi.” Considering the way we broke up, I was surprised she thought I’d still be okay to talk to her.
In typical Giselle style, she laughed. “Oh, Gilly, are you still hung up on our breakup?”
“No. I’m not.” That was the truth. The truth, too, was also that I used to love her and now I didn’t. Took a while, but I got there. Maybe it was because she was the first woman I felt I could see myself with in the future and she just played along, which I now knew was because of who I was. The new quarterback for the Centaurs.
I was an only child who came from a family who’d worked their way up in life. I wasn’t rich like Abby. My parents were investment bankers. My mother and her mother met in college and became life friends. In terms of wealth, though, my family was just above average compared to the usual Orange County wealth.
