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mom’s car wrapped around a tree while she was driving home in a storm, and we’d never get to see her again. So yeah…it’s the worst fucking day of the year.
Oh no the character that everyone thinks have the easy and fun life ACTUALLY has a lot of fucking trauma
The one who knows how to make everyone around him happy. The one that everyone here expects to see when I enter the clubhouse. I like being that guy. Ninety percent of the time, I naturally am that guy.
“Someone like me, meaning a woman?”
There’s a reason I don’t hire women. Fucking asshole.
“Well, Kennedy, now that I’m no longer a stranger, tell me more about these two tits of yours.”
Clearly, she knows nothing about me because I’m typically the last person someone comes to when they need advice.
Those two little words stop me in my tracks. My name. She sounds good saying my name.
“I promised I’d make sure the other guys don’t give you a hard time, but I never said anything about me.” Her lips slightly part and I shoot her with another wink. “See you around, Doc.”
“So, who is she?” On this day, where everything feels like a sign, I don’t hesitate when I say, “My future wife.”
“Looks like someone already beat you to it.” And just like that, it’s the worst day of the year again.
There’s been only one woman who has held my interest and now that she’s no longer wearing another man’s engagement ring, spending my time with anyone else holds zero appeal.
“And that’s why you’re trying to snuggle up to me in a night club right now? We can go back to my room if you’d like.” Leaning down, I whisper, “I’m a big fan of snuggling afterward.”
Travis I cannot believe our Kennedy is here. Me MY Kennedy is here. And we’re leaving.
And if you would’ve told me that the man she’s marrying is my ex-fiancé, I would’ve looked into having you committed.
“What are you doing?” “Buying you shoes. Your feet hurt.”
“Have I told you lately how much I dislike you?” “Mmm,” he hums. “I should warn you, Ken, I like it when you’re mean. It does something to me.” “So that’s why you haven’t left me alone all these years? I should’ve been nice to you all this time, I guess.” “I probably would’ve proposed a handful of times by now if you were. Nice. Mean. I’ll take you any way I can get you.”
“Kind of like how you are right now?”
“At what point in the night do you become less obnoxious?” He shrugs, eyes on the drink list. “I’ve been told it’s about three or four drinks in. So, what are we having?”
“California, huh? Did you know that’s my least favorite place?” “And when did you decide that?” “About two minutes ago.”
Kennedy tossed her heels in a trash can on the strip, and I noted the red bottoms on those while I was carrying them, so I made sure to pull them right back out from the bin.
What she doesn’t know is that I haven’t even looked at another woman since the day I realized she stopped wearing her engagement ring.
I don’t know why he’s looking at me like that. But then again, I think he always looks at me like that.
“You know I can’t say no to you,” he says. “That’s what I’m hoping for.”
“I finally married the girl I’ve been obsessed with for years.” Obsessed is a weird word too. I’m obsessed with how soft this pillow is. My new shoes are so cute. Isaiah is so cute too. I’ll never tell him that.
“As if you’re not going to go running to Cody, Travis, or Kai and tell them about this.” “Oh, I’m for sure telling those three.”
“Oh my God.” Head falling back, she exposes that pretty throat and lets out a whine that goes straight to my cock. No. No it doesn’t because I’m mad at her right now.
“Does this mean the honeymoon phase is over already?” “I hate you!” “See you at home, wifey!”
Do I want to have as much sex with Kai as possible before you go on the road? Yes, you’re right. See you this weekend.
“Mrs. Rhodes, actually.” The words taste like acid. “Yes, it’s true. This thing between Isaiah and me has been going on for years.”
“Please try to be serious for once in your life. If we do this, I’m basically using you.” “Sounds terrible. Please, Kennedy, use me all you want.”
“Just think of this as one big game.” His tone is low and deep when he leans down to my ear and whispers, “C’mon wife. Play along.”
Add that to the fact he’s a complete and utter nuisance and slept with every single girlfriend I ever had, it’s no wonder I’ve considered Kennedy’s stepbrother my longtime rival.
“Pretty amazing that Max was born on the same date that we lost Mom, huh? It’s almost as if she sent him here for us.”
“I met Kennedy on that same date three years ago. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you that.” “You didn’t.” “I just so happened to marry her on the exact same date.” His smile is small but understanding. In the same way Max was sent for us, I’ve had the same belief about my new wife. “Fine,” he relents. “I’ll get you Mom’s ring.”
AAAAA
You home? Monty Who’s asking? I am. If I say yes, are you going to show up uninvited and remind me that I’m about to be related to you because your brother and my daughter are getting married?
but when I can’t calm my own intrusive thoughts, I do so by checking in on everyone I care about.
Since I’ve known her, I’ve wanted to check in on Kennedy when I’m feeling this anxiousness, but I’ve talked myself out of it,
I’m calling you Mrs. Rhodes in front of the whole team if you don’t text me back. The reply is instant. Kenny Don’t you fucking dare. There’s my bride. Gross. You home?
“I hated the last one I had.” A mischievous smile lifts at his lips. “So did I.”
“I will, however, divorce your ass if you lose this.”
As I’m walking out, I laugh to myself about the tattoo thing before realizing, I’m not entirely sure he was joking.
There’s only one bed. Of course there’s only one bed.
“A run to the drugstore doesn’t qualify as plans.” “It does to me.” He holds the door open for me. “C’mon, Kenny, let’s go be domestic.”
But it makes so much sense. His mis-paired socks. His uncoordinated outfits. A pang of guilt rattles through me for the shit I gave him for dressing like he didn’t care, when in reality, he just didn’t know when things didn’t go together.
“Do you want to be touched?” I blink. That’s what he has to say? Not, “Now it makes so much sense why you’re such a frigid bitch to me.” Do I want to be touched? I’ve never been asked that before. My answer comes out in a whisper. “Yes.” “By me?” “Yes.” His smile is small but genuine. “Okay.”
“Besides my favorite shade of auburn, no, I don’t have a favorite color.”
“Will you pick a favorite color for me?” I huff a laugh under my breath. I vaguely remember thinking about this answer before. “Yellow.”
“It’s like you. Bright. Happy.” Reminds me of the sun. “Yellow,” he repeats. “Good color. My favorite color, in fact.”
“My wife, huh?” “Technically speaking.” “Say it again. I liked it.”
“It’s kind of fucked up that you’d pick your brother over your husband.” “What can I say? We’ve got history.” “Yeah, well we’ve got history too, Kennedy. You just haven’t been paying attention.”
