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“I have a gift for you,” I’d told her, leaning over her as she stood at her locker. I’d been too excited to wait.
I’d dangled the necklace in front of her, and she had turned, flashing me the most perfect smile in the world.
“What’s this?”
“I want you wearing my jersey tonight,” I told her. “And I want you wearing this.”
“You have an awful lot of demands,” she teased me, taking the delicate gold necklace from me. Her eyes lit up when she saw it, then she grabbed me and bobbed up onto her toes. She still wasn’t quite tall enough, so I lifted her off the ground with one arm around her waist. She pressed a kiss to my cheek.
I’d always lived to give Kennedy presents.
“Fine. We’ll win her over,” I said. “It’s the best plan.”
Jack raised his eyebrows, as if he didn’t have a lot of faith.
Could we make Kennedy happy while leaving the truth in the shadows of the past?
13
Iwas in the midst of my shift at the charity auction, navigating through the elegant crowd of donors and guests in my work uniform, a tray laden with stuffed mushrooms in my hand. Working events at the arena had been exciting so far, but tonight's event took things to a whole new level. The events room was transformed into a sparkling wonderland, adorned with twinkling lights and elegant decorations. Guests in their finest attire mingled, laughter and animated conversations filling the air.
Dressed in my simple work uniform of a fitted white button up and black dress pants, I felt distinctly out of place amidst the sea of glamorous gowns and fitted expensive suits. My hair was pulled back into a no-nonsense ponytail, and my makeup was minimal, just enough to look presentable, but definitely nothing that would stand out in the perfection and glamour that surrounded me.
Jack, Sebastian, and Carter were on the other side of the room, surrounded by donors desperate for some of their star power. I’d never felt weird about the inequality between us, that they were everything…and I was…nothing.
But tonight it stood out in stark relief.
Even amidst the glitz and glamour of the event, they stood out. Every eye on them. The trio had a magnetic presence that drew everyone's attention. As our eyes met, a shiver of recognition and connection passed between us, a silent acknowledgment of the history we shared.
I kept calling them gods in my head, but tonight they looked the part more than ever. The sight of them in fitted tuxes was going to be starring in my daydreams for quite some time.
And my dreams at night.
Vibrator material for sure.
As I worked, I couldn't help but steal glances in their direction. They were watching me too. One of them had eyes on me every time I looked over.
Sebastian shot me a grin, his gaze trailing down my body exaggeratedly. I flushed and rolled my eyes, my smile falling as I saw the pack of women hovering behind him, ready to try and stake their claim.
I didn’t want to be that girl. And I’d jacked Sebastian off knowing it probably meant nothing to him.
I just wish it had meant nothing to me.
An announcement came on that the date auction was about to begin, and the room crackled with electric excitement. Guests headed towards their seats and I went to exchange my tray of mushrooms—which almost no one had touched—with a tray full of flutes of champagne. Dinner would be starting but they could get some champagne down their throats while they watched the auction. The stage across the room was a spectacle of its own, adorned with luxurious drapes and bathed in soft, dimmed lighting that set a romantic tone.
I winced when some asshole pinched my asscheek. Hopefully that wouldn’t be the trend for the rest of the night. There was a plethora of gorgeous women to choose from.
They didn’t need to harass the sweaty server.
The auction began. One by one, the participants made their entrances, each arrival a dazzling spectacle that left the crowd in awe. The women who graced the stage were all stunning, exuding confidence and grace, their beauty accentuated by expertly styled hair and professionally done makeup. Their gowns shimmered and sparkled under the spotlight, each outfit a work of art, donated by designers for the night.
From flowing, floor-length dresses that cascaded like waterfalls to sleek, figure-hugging ensembles that accentuated every curve, each of them looked like a model. As they strutted and posed with sassy confidence, the room erupted in applause and wolf whistles.
“Five thousand dollars,” a guy yelled as a gorgeous brunette sashayed down the stage. She winked at him and he called out a bid for seven thousand dollars—even though no one had beat his bet.
The rest of the bidders in the audience were far from reserved. They yelled out their bids, their paddles held high as they desperately competed for a date. Besides the athletes in the room, a lot of these men were never going to have a chance with women that looked like this in real life.
This might be their only chance.
