Looking back at the blonde, I said as I pointed to myself, “Who am I? Who. Am. I? Who the hell are you?”
Smiling, she purred back, “I asked first, handsome.”
Pointing to Dodge I said, “I’m his partner. We just got married last week.”
Dodge, the blonde, and Ryn all said, “What?”
Turning, I glanced over my shoulder to Ryn who was now laughing.
Walking up to Dodge, I smacked the shit out of the back of his head. “How could you? How long have you been unfaithful to me?”
The blonde sitting on Dodge’s lap jumped off of him, causing Dodge to quickly cover his now limp dick.
“What in the fuck are you doing?” Dodge asked as he stood.
“Just be honest with me, Dodge. If you wanted to try something new, I would have been all for it.”
“Really? Cause I’ve never had two guys at once. I heard two dicks at once are amazing.”
Dodge and I both turned and looked at the blonde who was just standing there smiling.
Dodge quickly pulled his pants up and grabbed his shirt. “Chase, can you please get dressed and get back to work?”
Nodding her head she smiled. “Sure, boss.”
Looking back at Ryn, she had her back to the office and all I could see was her shoulders bouncing up and down. I loved that Ryn had a good sense of humor.
“Listen here, handsome dude . . .”
“It’s Tristan, my name is Tristan.”
Muttering something under her breath, the blonde continued, “Listen, I had no idea that Dodge was taken. Had I known, I would have never have made a move. But you should probably know, Tristan. I think Dodge is into girls, too. Like a lot. A whole lot.”
Turning, she walked away as Dodge was attempting to find his voice. “Chase! Chase, he’s only kidding! We are not together. That is his girlfriend, Ryn.”
The blonde stopped and looked at Ryn. Grinning she said, “Are y’all down for a foursome?”
“No!” Me, Dodge, and Ryn all shouted at once.
Giving Dodge and me a disappointed look, the blonde turned and walked away.
I busted out laughing as Ryn walked up and sat down in one of the chairs, laughing her ass off. “Oh my gosh! You should have seen your face, Dodge. It was priceless.”
Lifting her hand in a high five motion, I slapped it.
“You’re a real asshole, do you know that? Do you know how long it took me to get into that girl’s pants, you prick?”
Making a disgusted sound, Ryn mumbled, “Nice. Real nice.”
Dodge pulled his shirt over his head and grunted in frustration. “Fuck! What in the hell do you two want anyway?”
Pulling my head back, I knew Dodge couldn’t have been that frustrated by losing out on a fuck that clearly meant nothing to him. Something must have been up.
“What’s with the hair, Dodge?” Ryn asked. Pushing his hand through his hair, Dodge shrugged half-heartedly.
“Put it back to my natural color.”
Ryn looked shocked. “You’re not a blond?”
Dodge glanced over to Ryn for one quick second before he picked up some papers off of his desk and threw them into a box on the floor. “No, Ryn. I’m not.”
Looking around for the first time, I saw all the boxes. “Wait, what’s going on? Why all the boxes?”
Dodge stopped grabbing shit and throwing it into the box and sat in his chair. “I’m no longer the general manager here. Tonight is my last night managing the club.”
Ryn stood up quickly. “What? Why? Dodge, you love your job!”
Rubbing the back of his neck, Dodge let out a frustrated moan. “Fuck! This is bullshit. My life just went to the shits.”
Sitting down next to Ryn, we exchanged looks. This could not be good.
I HAD NEVER SEEN DODGE so upset and stressed before. I reached for Tristan’s hand as we sat there and listed to Dodge rambling on about his father, the club being his life, and having to go back to a job he hated.
“Wait, I thought your dad was a lawyer?” I asked.
Dodge closed his eyes and nodded his head. “He is.”
“Okay, so you said you have to go back to a job you hated. What did you do for your father?”
Dodge looked away. It was almost as if he didn’t want to acknowledge what he used to do for his dad.
“I was a lawyer, Ryn. I worked for my dad for a year before I couldn’t take it anymore. It was bad enough my father pushed me hard in high school and college, working for him was worse.”
My mouth dropped open. As Tristan asked, “You . . . were a lawyer?”