Whatever it was—players all over the world wished they, too, had the ability to aim and fire at will with the same precision, power, and accuracy.
“Yeah, the old man taught me a few things,” I said to him with a smile.
“Lexi, Marianne, have a seat. Quentin has been updating us on a few things,” Marcel said as Quentin let go of my hand.
“Yes, have a seat,” Quentin said, motioning to where Trey sat.
He had a weird look on his face. I couldn’t tell if it was a good or bad thing.
Hmm.
I walked over and sat beside Trey. He took my hand, and kissed the back of it. “Are you okay?” he asked with so much heartfelt concern, I practically melted right into the couch.
“I’m good.”
He looked at me skeptically, then tenderly touched my cheek. “You were crying.”
I shook my head, and cleared my throat. “Good tears,” I said, feeling my eyes begin to well up again. “Nothing bad.”
He nodded, but it felt like he didn’t believe me.
“You kids have gotten yourselves into quite a bind here, Lexi. I was telling Trey that we need to implement some damage control before it’s too late.”
I swallowed over my dry throat, and said, “You’ll have to fill me in.”
Quentin had one of those convincing smiles that made me feel like I was being sold something.
Which, I guess in a way—I was.
He clapped his hands together loudly. “First off,” he said, making me jump slightly, “people are going fucking bananas over you two. They love this vibe you have going.” His hand waved from one of us to the other.
“I’m sure you’ve seen yourselves all over social media, correct?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.
“I have. Although, I’m not sure it’s as positive a thing as what you’re saying,” I said, rapidly feeling more and more confused.
Quentin let out a loud laugh. “Trust me, kid, it’s more than positive—except for one pretty big thing.” He rested his elbows on his knees and leaned forward.
“Trey’s sponsor is feeling kind of—iffy.”
Hmm, Trey’s sponsor was a condom company.
A huge one.
“I don’t understand what they’d have a problem with?” I asked as I wracked my brain for ideas.
“Well, they grabbed Trey when he was—single. And one of the stipulations stated that Trey would remain that way for the duration of the two year contract.”
Realization hit, and a wave of panic rolled over me.
“Oh, shitballs,” I mumbled, and turned to Trey. I didn’t know how much that particular endorsement was worth—but I had an idea.
Dad had been given quite a few over the years—everything from razors to motorcycles.
He’d always been open with me about how much each contract was worth.
I’d bet all of Dad’s endorsements put together wouldn’t equal this one deal of Trey’s.
This was a major brand—and they’d no doubt pay major bucks.