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Once inside, our place is all polished concrete floors and exposed-timber-beam ceilings with white-washed walls. It's light and bright and airy. Jassie and I have decorated with lots of house plants and warm furnishings in mustards and pinks. We love this place.
I drop my bag in the entry hall. I really need to take a shower, but first, I need to know what they make of the whole situation, cause I can't wrap my head around it.
I make my way through the house to the kitchen in search of what the girls are cooking that smells so delicious.
My sister is standing in the large fully equipped kitchen stirring something on the stove. She must hear me walk in and turns to me with a massive cheeky grin. Looks like she's already heard the latest development from the girls.
Luna is sitting at the breakfast bar, and Darcy must be in the shower. I can hear the water running. It makes me wish I hadn't told them all about what happened that night. But I'm not good at keeping stuff from my friends. If I were, it could have just been my dirty little secret—well, mine and Brad's. Now every practice until the end of the year is going to be awkward as fuck.
"So, what's new?" Jasmine smirks.
"Oh, nothing much," I sass, throwing Luna a look for telling her already.
"Not what I heard. Spill, Sissy. What was his pathetic excuse for doing what he did?" She narrows her eyes at me, and I feel the anger still radiating off her. Cheating assholes are a very sore point with us Harper girls after what our older sister Amelia just went through with her husband.
I look at them both, wondering what I should actually say here. This has all gotten so weird so quickly that I'm not quite sure what the correct protocol in this area is. Brad is our coach now, and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't want the entire team knowing his personal business. He seemed reluctant to tell even me. "It's not really my story to tell, and if he is our coach now, we're going to need to respect his privacy. But let's just say he's not the cheating man-whore we all thought he was."
Luna raises a brow. "And you believe whatever story he told you?"
I shrug. "Yeah, it seemed legit," I say, trying not to get into it too much.
Swanning over to the big pot that Jasmine is stirring on the stove, I take a spoon to it. She swats me away. But not before I get a taste in. It's good, but I knew it would be. My sister can cook.
"I can't believe he's our new coach, and poor Mitch," says Luna.
"Have you girls seen the group chat that's erupted on messenger from the rest of the team?" calls Darcy from her bedroom.
I run back into the front hall where I dumped my bag and grab my phone, swiping up. The long list of messages flash up on my screen. Shit, the entire team is talking about Brad like he's some kind of man candy. I mean, he is, but not for any of them.
I walk back into the kitchen, sulking a little. He was supposed to be a fun one-night stand, and even then, I knew he was more than that. That's why I was so angry when I thought he was married. There was something there between us I haven't ever felt with anyone else. I didn't want to admit it until today, but now that I know he's no longer in a happy marriage because he has a cheating whore of a wife, I want to feel what we had again.
I'm glad he's separated from his wife and the night we had doesn't have to be tarnished, but I'm a little sad that now he's my coach, and that means it will have to be it for us. We can never share a night like that again. Now he belongs to my team, and our relationship can only ever be a work one.
"Everyone wants a little bit of what you had, Andy," snips Darcy, and if I didn't know better, I would say she was jealous for some reason. But she was the one who picked him for me that night, so I know that can't be the case.
I'm sure the look I throw her says it all.Well, they can back the fuck off, he's mine. And as soon as I think it, I wonder what on earth is going through my head. He is most certainly not mine. And he never will be. I had him for one night only.
"Too bad he's our coach, hey, babe? And it's completely against club policy for him to lay a finger on one of the girls on his team. No dating or sex, only coaching for Mr. Swift."
I glare at her, because what's her point? I didn't want to date him anyway. I wonder if that's even the true policy or if she's just full of shit. I make a note to look into that further, just because it would be good to know. Not because I'm thinking of fucking him again.
Can he get in trouble for what we've already done? No, he couldn't. He wasn't even our coach then. And he had no idea I even played. "Well, that's good, didn't want to go there again anyway. You of all people know I only do one-time things. Just tell the rest of the team about the policies and all this should be over with quickly!" I raise my brow to Darcy to emphasize what I'm saying.
The rest of the team seems to follow along with what she says, so she's the one to keep them in line. "Also, what you girls know about that night, it stays in this room. Do not tell anyone else on the team." I point between them. Jasmine zips her lips. Luna nods, and Darcy comes over to where I'm standing and wraps her arms around me in a hug.
"Stop getting your panties in a twist, babes, your secret is safe with us." She gives me a squeeze then pulls back with a laugh. "I'm so glad I picked him for you that night. This year is going to be so much fun now."
Luna laughs as well. Bitches. They like watching me suffer. I would be the same if the roles were reversed.
I shake my head at both of them. "Yeah, fun for you guys. I'm going to die every time I see him," I groan.
"You know we're only joking, babe. It's all going to be fine. Just pretend like it never happened. I'm sure he was a shitty lay anyway, wasn't he? All inflated ego and shit, it would have been all about him."
"Yeah, something like that," I huff, slumping down to sitting at the dinner table, knowing that it was most definitely not what it was like with him. God, every time I think about that night my insides clench and I get that weird fluttery feeling.
Jasmine plates up our food and places my bowl in front of me. "Hey, don't sulk. You'll be on to the next cute thing by the weekend and saying, Brad who?"
Darcy takes a seat beside me. "Speaking about this weekend, are we going out? I need to have a little fun."
