“Oh my gosh Em, your brother is amazing!” Kelly squeals. “You must be so proud of him.”
“I am,” I beam. “I’m so happy they won.”
“And Logan fucking killed it,” Kyle says in awe.
I don’t know what to say. Logan killed it because Logan always kills it. That’s who he was and I couldn’t exactly say that he killed it because he had the biggest blue balls ever.
“Just like Ash, that’s why they’re best friends.”
The game ends with the final score two-one. The Royal Kings made it to the quarter-finals. The on-field camera chases Logan down, interviewing him while he tries to catch his breath.
Through the screen, I stare at how amazingly beautiful this man is. His whole face is grinning, eyes bright with not a hint of exhaustion. He brings the water bottle to his lips; a perfect opportunity for me to study them and remember how soft they felt against my skin.
The sports journalist holds the mic up to him. “How does it feel to score that first goal?”
“Amazing,” Logan strains, barely able to talk. “It was a tough game and they played well. Ash just cemented that final win.”
“The two of you are unstoppable. Would you say that your friendship helps you play as a team?”
“He’s my brother. It’s more than just friendship.”
“How are you going to celebrate this win?”
He drops his head, hiding the devilish smirk playing on his lips while running his hands through his hair. “With something big.”
I hide the smile that tells the world that celebrating this win means I get fucked harder than I had ever been fucked before. I should be scared, but down below, the excitement stirs at the unknown.
Wesley sits on the couch with his chin held high refusing to comment. His legs are restless, bouncing up and down, his expression tight with a reddened face.
“Is it time to go yet?” He removes his cell from his pocket, distracting himself much to Cliff’s disapproval.
“And that’s a cut,” Cliff shouts, switching positions and pointing to Wes. “Wesley, outside. Now.”
We head into the dining room to finish off with dinner. I tell Poppy I need to use the bathroom but walk past the front door to see why Cliff wanted to spe
ak to Wes alone.
“I don’t care what fucking chip you have on your shoulder, Rich. Get over it and fucking look like you love the girl.”
“I do love her,” Wes answers softly. “I just can’t seem to fix things. I don’t want to lose her.”
There’s a short silence. “Then keep ya dick in ya pants. Why the fuck were you out with Farrah last night? That club was full. People would have seen you.”
“Nothing happened. We danced. She wanted to go back to the hotel to suck me off. I said no. I don’t want to lose Emerson.”
I didn’t expect my heart to race this fast; the guilt and shame weighing me down. I walk away not wanting to hear the rest of the conversation because it only made everything worse. Perhaps I am a monster. Two wrongs certainly did not make a right, but the thought of giving up Logan is something that hurt me more.
And that alone terrified me.
We finish at Poppy’s with a lovely dinner her mother prepared for all of us. By the time we hit the road, it was late and most of us were exhausted from a long day of filming.
Kyle and Kelly called it a night. Harley wanted to go out and Wesley decided to join him. They asked me to go, but I kindly refused hoping that Logan would call.
“Why won’t you come out with us?” Wesley stands solid, folding his arms with an arrogant stare. “You have somewhere better to be?”
Harley watches the both of us. “Listen, I can go if you guys want to talk.”
“No, Harley,” I tell him, frustrated to the point where I am no longer thinking with my head. “No point keeping it a secret since our lives are open for the public. Wesley and I aren’t together anymore.”