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Beau sits down next to me, digging his hand into the bag and grabbing a handful of chips. "What the hell are you watching?" he asks as the actress on the tv wails with despair after catching her cheating lover in a very compromising, yet corny, position.
I shrug. "Beats me. But I'm pretty sure I didn't carry on like that when I found out I had been cheated on."
Chase swings himself over the back of the couch, bouncing off the cushions. "You know we have Netflix, right?"
"I know," I answer, grabbing more chips. "But I needed something trashy and terrible to take my mind off things."
Jax stands behind me at the back of the couch, eyebrows arched with concern. "This is shit. Come on, we're not doing the pity party thing all day. Put your big girl boots on."
"They are in for dry cleaning," I grumble, grabbing the remote and turning the tv off.
"What's got you in a bind?" Beau asks.
My face twitches slightly. "It would have been our anniversary today. Instead, I'm here. And don't get me wrong, I'm really grateful. It's just been a shit week."
Beau reaches down, grabbing my legs and pulling my feet into his lap. I pause, watching him until he starts grabbing my feet.
"What are you doing- urgh…" I groan, my eyes rolling back as he starts digging his fingers into the soles of my feet.
I've surprisingly never had a foot massage before in my life. I was always worried people would think my feet were gross or dirty, but I never realized what I was missing out on.
Beau doesn't answer, obviously content with the groans from my mouth as he massages my feet. My toes curl as he drags his thumb along the middle of foot, taking his time as he follows the bone of each toe.
"Do me next?" Chase asks jokingly.
Beau shakes his head. "Get Jax to do it."
"Fuck off," Jax replies. "I'm not touching that fuckers feet. He has weird little baby toe nails. They look like bear claws."
"Hey! I trimmed them, asshole," Chase fires back, looking offended. "Besides, I can't help the way my nails grow. It's genetic."
I laugh, watching Beau's face as he pulls a look of concentration. He senses me watching and looks up, not pausing his hands. Our eyes lock and he gives me a little smile, digging his fingers in a little harder and earning a groan.
"I've never had one of these before," I admit.
"You're missing out," he murmurs. "There's something powerful about sensual touch and knowing exactly where to touch to relax someone."
Nodding, I lean my head against the back of the couch. "I think you might be right about that."
The guys share a look but I'm enjoying myself too much to think about it. Except when random traumatizing thoughts start popping into my head, my own brain sabotaging my relaxation.
I tense up, making Beau pause.
"What's up?" he asks.
I look at my feet wilfully, hoping he continues. "I was just thinking… I wonder who she was. You know, whoever Aaron cheated on me with. He's always out at fantasy football and poker. Or was he really? It kind of bugs me. I don't know why I want to know."
"Well," Beau starts, moving his hands along my feet again. "You're going to be a journalist. Why don't you find out?"
"Huh?" I ask, confused. "What do you mean?"
Chase chuckles. "Investigate it. Do your research and find out who she is. That's if you do really want to know."
"Hm," I muse. "I didn't really think of that."
I ponder the possibility, weighing up the end result. Will knowing give me closure? Or will it hurt me more?
Deciding that I want to know, I grab my cell and start looking at Aaron's socials. I can't see anything on Facebook since he unfriended me, but his Instagram is still public, as well as his Tiktok. I go through his recent photos and videos, checking people in the background, looking at 'likes' on his posts. Anything that could establish a pattern or unfamiliar people.
