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Winnie and Jenae gently clinked their glasses together, tentative smiles on their faces.
“I helped take a prostitute off the streets. Shit, who knew?” he said, shaking his head in exasperation.
Winnie shot Jake a look, narrowing her eyes. “Jake, she’s not a prostitute. Seriously, you know she wasn’t sleeping with Matt, and there were probably more Matts than others. Rich men love showing women off the same way they show off pricy cars or other material objects. It’s kinda sick, but that’s why that industry thrives. If it was just about sex, they’d probably go for the prostitute over really expensive sidekicks. Plus, you’re no innocent. You have your own track record of meaningless sex.”
“True,” Jake said, “but I know it wasn’t always just about being shown off. I mean, the guy in Miami, she was definitely sleeping with him, and he was a real sleazebag.” He took a long breath in. “I mean, how much money can make someone willingly give up their self-respect?”
“Jake, the other thing I did find out was that her family declared bankruptcy when she was seventeen; not sure if she was at the RADA on scholarship, but if she had to pay for it…not to mention what it costs to live in London.”
“Great, fucked her way through school. I am feeling better all the time.” He put his head back on the chair again. “Oh shit, that’s why she acted so weird about meeting Mom and Dad when we started hanging out together.”
“Odd that she’d start going out with a famous NFL player knowing she had to stay under the radar,” Jenae commented.
Jake lifted his head again, setting his glass down on the small table beside the chair, “No, it all makes sense. She didn’t know who I was. I wanted her to like me as justme,so I kept who I was from her. I think she was using me.”
“For what? If she didn’t know who you were?” Winnie asked.
“Thanks, Winn, I’m actually a pretty great catch.” Jake ignored their laughter.
A wry grin emerged on his face. “She kept saying she wanted the high school dating experience and maybe some physical stuff, too.” He remembered how much fun they’d had together. How intensely eager she was to get off…
Jenae threw a hand up. “Ack, TMI Jake, really, TMI.”
He laughed, making Jenae and Winnie laugh with relief.
Jake leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, the image of her on his parents’ ranch shifting into his brain’s view…she’d acted almost needy, desperate. That part didn’t really make sense to him.
“If it makes you feel any better, I’ve never worked that hard for sex in my life, but at least I got it for free…fuck, fuck.”
“Enough, Jake, enough,” Jenae chastised.
Jake dropped his head in his hands. “Well, not for free. It cost me my heart. Fuck!” he yelled. “Damn it!”
Chapter Twelve
Sleep evaded him. The images of her in the photos on Winnie’s computer flashed across his frontal lobe like an old slide projector clicking away, the pictures lingering for seconds before sliding to the next, one after another. Then memories of her played out in his head: the time she said no man had ever made her come with their mouth, she didn’t know what spooning was, the trips to Europe, the absolutely skilled way she sucked a cock, how Marco flaunted her like a paid-for pet—all of it fit into the new story of her. A new meaning to her words commenced in his head when paired with everything he had just learned.
“It’s not just you, Jake; my life is too complicated.”
“Let me suck you off, do what I do best.”
“I’m not the kind of girl who has to spend the night just because we fucked.”
“We’ll talk after the Super Bowl. I’ll answer any questions.”
Was she really planning on telling him what he had found out tonight? Was she really? He was trying to pull everything together, but with each sliver of crucial information, the indelible sensory input of their time together flooded his body, her lips on his, her warm breath on his cockhead as she let him know just what she was about to do with her hot mouth, her lips millimeters from his swollen head. His lower stomach sucked in at the memory, laden with the illicit fear he would blow before he got to experience all she had promised, her raspy laugh when they played putt-putt, the way she licked Chuy’s queso off her lips, making him wish he could cover himself in it, the swish of her hips when she marched away from him at the gym. Damn his traitorous cock, hard as fuck even with the news of her betrayal.She had been lying all this time, pretending she was a ‘normal girl’ wanting a ‘normal guy’…The irony of it all was not lost on him as he drifted off only to wake with the sensation of her within his grasp. With the sun’s arrival, he was dragging with the fatigue of a fitful night. There was no way his mind would let him sleep. He got out of bed and went out to the kitchen to find Winnie and Jenae sitting at the table.
Jenae’s upturned mouth flattened when she saw her brother. “Jake, you don’t look good. Did you sleep?”
“No, I couldn’t. I just kept running things through my head. Winn, can I see those pictures again?”
Winnie set down her coffee cup, eyes darting from Jake to Jenae. “Jake, I don’t think that’s a good idea…”
“Please, come on. At this point, I’m just trying to make sense of this. Wrap my head around her, what she did, what it means, whether I should talk to her, let her know I know.” He leaned against the kitchen counter with an emptiness in his voice that made Jenae wish they had never told him, that they had buried the information, not gotten involved.
Of course, she knew he could be demanding, even huffy, if he didn’t get his way, but the family joke was that Jake was an extreme optimist. The other half of that line went something like this: If Jake didn’t get his way the first time, he kept at it until he made it work or someone in his circle gave in to his request. But this morning, the younger brother who stood before her seemed lost, as if he couldn’t figure out how to step next. Now that Winnie and she had shared the information with him, they had to let him process it. She knew he needed to look at the pictures again. Talk it through and get his frustration out.Then maybe he could move forward, she thought. She’d never viewed Jake as judgmental—quite the opposite. But he definitely believed that their parents were traditional, and he sought that for himself. She found it almost laughable, given how he lived. She wasn’tgoing to broach that at this minute. She’d hold on to that little zinger.
Winnie looked back at Jenae, who nodded, standing up from the kitchen table. “Jake, let me make you some breakfast. Eggs?”
