Page 131 of Tight Ends & Tiaras
It’s dead.
A flood of relief hits me so strong, I laugh. No wonder I haven’t heard from him.
Fortunately, I have a charger somewhere in my purse. I plug it in, and a few minutes later, it lights up.
I smile when I see I have several missed calls from Ben.
But then I notice I have texts from Janelle.
God, what does she want?
When I open the messages, which came about an hour after Ben’s calls, the first thing I see is someone’s bare breasts and a giant arm wrapped around this person’s tiny waist.
It’s Janelle.
A very nakedJanelle.
My heart is in my throat as I flip to the next photo. Her head is on the pillow next to Ben’s. I can’t really make out his face because it’s nestled in her hair, but it’s obviously him. That’s his watch. That’s the half-moon scar on his forearm he got in the last game. He’s shirtless and spooning her from behind. I can’t tell if he’s totally naked because of the way the photo is cropped, but it doesn’t matter.
Janelle’s text says it all: I told you he’d come back to me. He’ll always be mine.
I try to make sense of it. How Ben could hook up with Janelle when it seemed like he almost hated her.
And then I’m reminded of Destiny’s treachery and how she smiled to my face and laughed with me and called me her best friend while she slept with Cal behind my back.
I guess I’m a fool. A really big, fucking fool.
I’ve learned my lesson.
With a swipe of my arm across my face, I dry the tears I didn’t even know I’d cried and decide here and now never to be duped again.
And I block them both.
But the damage is done.
My heart is broken.
