“Are we done here?”
“Coffee is good,” he said.
Herbert cackled and walked out.
“I hate that bastard,” I said.
“I know,” Bethany said. “Listen. Let me at him.”
I looked at Bethany. “What?”
“I’ll sleep with him. Calm him down.”
“Bethany. Don’t ever say that again.”
I went into my office and I locked the door.
I plopped down behind the desk and let out a long sigh.
Nothing like the monthly threat from Herbert that he wanted to raise my rentand-orkick me out.
Top that off with the fact that my boyfriend could only get hard for strippers and the fact that I was supposed to see my ex again…
My life was great.
My life was falling apart.
Chapter Nine
JOE
Sweat inched down my forehead,destined for my eyes.
I grabbed an already sweaty towel and buried my face in it.
Then I went for one more set on the bench press.
It felt like this was all I was good for now.
Not that we were the team with the most wins in the league, but facing a four game losing streak and becoming a laughing stock for sports shows, sports talk shows, and sports podcasts, I felt more pissed off by the second.
There.
That’s what I can talk to Anna about today then.
How I’m pissed off that I’m not playing hockey.
So, if you want to help me - or heal me - then tell whoever needs to hear that I need to play fucking hockey so I won’t be so pissed off.
I sat up again and called it quits.
I put the weights away and walked through the gym.
There were a handful of other guys lifting weights.
Nobody looked at me. I didn’t look at them.
I guess I still had to maintain the persona.