I clenched my fists, opening and closing them repeatedly. “I can’t believe I trusted him so implicitly,” I spat out between my grinding teeth. “How could I be such a goddamn idiot?”
“You’re not an idiot, sweetie,” Reiko tried to comfort me. She placed a hand on my shoulder and rubbed it lightly. “You just trust people. You take them at their word sometimes. And, to be fair, that guy is hella hot. It’s no wonder you’re just finding out about this now.”
“Why?” I asked nobody in particular, scraping the heels to my shoes across the tile. “I knew his name. Why didn’t I bother to even remotely check on him?”
“Google is a beautiful thing,” Connor commented dryly. “I’m just glad I looked into this before it got any more serious.”
I flashed him an ugly stare, and Reiko immediately took in a quick breath of air.
“Connor,” she mentioned, “now’s not a good–”
“You didn’t do this because you were looking out for me,” I accused him, rising up the length of the wall and stepping towards him. “You did this because you’re jealous of him. We all know you’ve got a huge crush on me. I get it. You’re pissy that I found someone else. You’ve been passive-aggressive over Lex for weeks.”
“Wait, Riley–” He tried to blurt out.
“No. Fuck it all. You love that he’s got these fucking skeletons in his closet. It takes him out of the running so that, what, you can swoop right in and rescue me when I need you? What kind of white knight bullshit were you thinking?”
“Riley,” Reiko tried to intervene. “I think you’re being a bit hard on him–”
“Stay out of this, Reiko,” I commanded her before turning back to him. Connor simply stood there, seated on the edge of the desk and staring at me with sadness staining his eyes.
“Of course I’m fucking mad that this has happened. But I’m angrier still with you. You didn’t bring this to my attention out of the kindness of your heart, and we all know it. You did this to get a leg up on him.
“Well, spoiler alert, Connor. You’re a good guy, but I’m not into you. I’ve never been into you. And I never will be. You’re like a brother to me. You know this. How many times do I have to tell you?”
Connor swallowed, and rose up from his desk. He turned around and faced the large David Bowie poster up behind his desk – the single piece of decoration in his office.
“Please go,” he half-croaked.
“Connor…” Reiko whispered after him.
“I need to be alone,” he insisted miserably. “When you go, please tell Tiana to lock up and excuse herself for the day. I’ll give her a full shift’s pay.”
I grunted my approval of that response, reaching down to snatch up the folder of revelations into Lex’s past. As I stood up, I noticed that neither of them had budged an inch.
“Are you coming, Reiko?”
She didn’t turn away from him.
“Reiko?”
“No, I… go ahead without me,” she spoke.
I suppressed a deep, angry sigh, and passed down the hallway and towards the front. Tiana had just finished ringing up the two punks, and they were traipsing back out of the store, leaving just us.
I relayed the message to her, and she avoided eye contact with me. It seemed that she’d probably heard some of the exclamations from the back, so I shook my head bitterly and let her lock me outside as she flipped the Open sign around.
By the time the streetcar got me to the end of my street, the sun was already beginning to set on the horizon. I called ahead to a Chinese takeout place further up the road, and stepped in to pay and take my dinner home with me.
I was expecting Lex for the evening, like usual. He had told me he would be running a little later than usual, as he was training harder today for his upcoming football season.
He always loved to fuck me on training days.
Tonight, was going to be a little different than what he expected.
It was an hour later that he walked through the door to my apartment. I’d just wrapped up dinner and cleaned up the place, and I was perched comfortably on the couch in front of the TV when he let himself in.
“Ello, Riley,” he chuckled to himself as he stepped into the living room. His expression fell as he took in my glaring face, and his gaze shifted to the stack of pages on the corner of my coffee table.
From his angle, he undoubtedly recognized the top sheet… and that explained why he turned to me with a careful, fearful look.
“Riley, I think we should talk–”
I cut him off, leaping up from my seat.
“When were you planning on telling me that you’re publicly known as a womanizing asshole?” I demanded to know, throwing the stapled stack of papers into his face. “Or that you’ve been caught fucking your way across the tabloids for years?”
With the reflexes of a trained athlete, Lex snatched the fluttering pack of papers from the air, flipping backwards and forwards between the pages.
“I can explain,” Lex stiffly offered.
“I seriously doubt that.”
“If you’ll give me a moment–”
“You know, I knew there was more to you, but I never expected this,” I bitterly told him. “And here it is. How many sex scandals have you been a part of?”
“You tell me,” he said sharply. “You appear to have done your research. What I’m wondering is why you’ve dug this all up now, of all times…”
“I didn’t,” I defiantly exclaimed.
“Then how…?”
“My friends. They look out for me. They pulled you up online and dug up all this crap on you. What the hell, Lex? What else have you been hiding from me?”
“I enjoy my privacy, and last I remember you didn’t care about my past,” he wearily answered.
“Certain things you reveal to the strangers you whisk up into your arms,” I angrily rebutted. “Such as the fact that you’ve fucked your way across half of the United Kingdom. Or that you’re apparently a World Cup player?”
He paused with a groan.
“Do you even know what that means?”
“Of course I do, Lex. I did my research, remember? I looked up how big a deal that was. You led me to believe that you were just some football player on some rinky-dink team in England.”
Lex’s eyes instantly flared into rage.
“Excuse me, what the fuck did you just say?”
If I wasn’t so bitterly angry, and with the moral high ground solidly beneath my feet, I might have been intimidated. His eyes were wild with fury, and he took a menacing step towards me, and another, until he was so close that I could practically feel the heat pumping off of his body.
“Don’t you dare – dare – insult my sport, my place in it, or the teams that I’ve had the privilege of representing.”
“Oh, boo the fuck hoo,” I mocked him. “You think you’re such hot shit? Well, maybe you are. Maybe I would have taken you a bit more seriously if you’d been honest with me, instead of pretending to blend in as some minor football player with some money in the bank having a little fun on vacation.”
“I’m a big fucking deal back home, alright? Is that what you want to hear? I can’t take a shit without some arse paparazzi taking a picture through my window. I’m angling for a contract that will put my face on every piece of merchandising beneath the Patrovo Corporation.”
“The Patro – what now?”
“The corporation that owns a third of the country,” Lex snarled. “I’m here to get away from that life – to keep myself out of trouble. I’ll be considered as their corporate mascot for the year. It’s a twenty-million pound sponsorship… and I’m facing a rival who can rip it all away from beneath me.”
“Aren’t you already rich?” I snapped. “Why is it that the greedy just keep getting greedier?”
“I’m beloved by the English populace,” Lex responded, glaring down at me. “I’m a cultural icon. But it’s not just that… I’m one of the best fucking p
layers in the world. I’ve been world-class material for years. And now I deserve this. It’s not about the money. Do you think Michael Jordan cares about the money? This is about immortality. This sponsorship is my reward.”
“Your reward for what, exactly? Kicking a ball around better than the other guys? Keeping your pants down so often that you’re in dozens of tabloid issues? Making a complete fucking fool of yourself?”
Lex advanced, and I pressed my back up against the wall. I bitterly returned his furious glare, letting a sly smile cross my lips.
“You could have had everything Riley. I’d have given you everything. I thought you were different.”
“I am different! Do you think that’s what I’m after? Your money?”
“That’s not what I meant,” Lex began, but I cut him off.
“I didn’t even know who you were until today. You’re not the only badass in the room. Dozens of galleries carry my art. I drew the attention of one of the most legendary museum curators in the world. I’m an accomplished, award-winning, decorated painter about to hit world-class… in my mid-twenties. I’ve got decades ahead of me to hone and sharpen my craft and all it takes is for one painting to take off at auction, and everything I’ve ever touched will be priceless.”
Lex stood there, silent.
“How long can you kick a fucking ball around on the field, Lex? How long will your career last? I checked the statistics. The usual professional athlete career lasts eight, maybe ten years even at the highest level. You’ve already been on the field professionally for years now. What are you going to do when the sun sets on your glory days, huh?”
Lex lowered his face down to mine, and I realized in that second just how far I’d pushed him… I didn’t know if he was going to kiss me or hit me, and I wasn’t sure which of those two things I was more afraid of… If he put his lips on mine, would I be able to stop him? Would I want to?
“Fuck you, Riley,” he growled in a deep, dark voice, baritones lower than I’d ever heard from him. “You’ve crossed the line.”
He pulled back to look at me quietly. One palm came down from the wall, and then the other. He stood there, regarding me quietly for a moment, and finally took a step backwards.
I summoned up every ounce of strength I kept down in my core. “I really need you to leave.”