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I needed to be honest. But not in a way that hurt the guys I played with.
I peered up at the owners.
The owners who’d put a shit-ton of cash down to create not one—but two new league teams. That was no small order. These people had put their necks—and their wallets out for us.
And we needed to give them our best. Which was not happening at the moment.
“I think I have an idea of what’s going on.” And I did.
Ever since that night, Jillian had pointed everything out in black and white—I knew she was right.
And it wasn’t just me.
It was—us.
Trey and Beau certainly had their issues. And so did I.
One of mine being the fact that I still had to see Jillian several times a day. And every time I saw her—I died a little more inside.
She’d been straight with me.
She was definitely—one hundred percent, marrying that douche canoe.
And not me.
Everything we’d shared in the past—and everything we’d shared since the beginning of the season—had been a lie.
She didn’t love me.
She loved Stuart.
The douche canoe.
I still couldn’t believe it. She’d dumped me—or re-dumped me—two weeks ago. And every night, I’d have to fight myself from going over there and tapping on her door. I missed her so goddamn much.
My heart ached.
My balls ached.
And my fuckin’ head ached from drinking too much—and not sleeping.
I couldn’t sleep without that woman beside me.
I was such a sucker.
I’d fallen for her womanly wiles.
Again.
“S’il vous plaît, tell us what it is?” Angelique tilted her head and gave me a sincere look.
Suddenly, two French bulldogs came barreling into the living room. “Ah, mes bébés.” Angelique smiled from ear to ear, and she and Marcel reached down for the dogs. “How was your walk?” Angelique asked the dog with the pink collar. Then she looked to the front entrance doors where an older man stood. He was the guy who’d let us in. He addressed her in French, and they had a short, quick discussion about something. I assumed he must be their butler.
“Bien, Henri. Merci.” Angelique dismissed him, and he turned to leave.
The dogs were more than happy to see their parents and the dark, furry creatures licked and whined to their mom and dad to show how much.
“Shush,” Angelique said to her babies, and finally met my eyes. “Je suis désolé—I am sorry for the interruption, Cash. Please continue.”
