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Becca
    T he car door shuts as Sarah gets out of the car. It closes lightly. I’m surprised the fucking light isn’t flashing to tell me it’s not closed all the way. Too gentle. Sarah is too gentle, too nice. We spent most of the car ride in silence. She kept opening her mouth like she was going to say something, but never did. What is she really going to say?
    I swallow the lump in my throat and dig through the console for some tissues. I swear to god if his cum has leaked onto this dress I’m going to be mortified. I don’t have a change of clothes and it’s not like I can just hide in the car. It’s Jax’s first game of the season. He may only be three and never remember this, but I will.
    I close my eyes and wipe myself, feeling like a dirty slut. I’ve only ever been with one man. Rick the prick, as I’ve recently started calling him. Until he died anyway. I shake my head and shove the used tissue into the paper bag from Dunkin Donuts this morning. I crumple up the bag and toss it onto the passenger’s seat. Taking a few deep breaths, I open my door and slide out of my seat. No one knows. I keep repeating to myself as I turn backwards to take a look at my dress. Thank fuck there’s no mark. Honestly, they’d probably believe I sneezed and pissed myself a bit over me actually having sex with … him. Tears well and my throat closes. I don’t even know his fucking name.
    I start walking along the forest line looking over the soccer fields. A whistle blows loud through the air and practically scratches my ear drum like nails on a chalkboard. I wince and rub my temples. Jax is at the very last field. Fuck these heels. I feel like a damn moron walking in heels on grass. I nearly topple over pulling one off, but the second is easier. I shake out my fears and anxiety; no one knows.
    My heart clenches in pain once again. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it. I can’t say I never fantasized about being taken like that. Ruthlessly. Being devoured by a man consumed with lust. My cheeks heat with a violent blush. I need to get my shit together. I can’t let these bitches smell any blood in the water.
    “You’re late Becca,” Cynthia says with a sing song voice, but there’s disdain ringing on the end. I hope she’s fucking burning up in that strawberry tweed Chanel shirt suit. Her blonde hair is in a perfect bun showing off her too fucking large diamond earrings. She’s the picture perfect housewife. A twig who doesn’t even finish all of her salad and knows exactly how everything is supposed to be done and doesn’t mind chiming in to correct. Yeah, she’s what Rick thought he was getting when he married me. Fuck her.
    My eyes drop to her heels. All the moms are wearing heels even though they’re digging slightly into the dirt. I don’t know how they don’t fall down on their asses. I tossed my pumps into my bag and I’m walking bare foot. As I come up next to them their lips turn down in a frown. Zero fucks given.
    “I had an errand to run. How are our boys doing?” I give her the same fake smile she’s giving me before turning to face the field.
    “They really need to step up their defense. How is Marshal ever going to score when the defense is this poor?”
    They’re three years old for fuck’s sake. I don’t even try to hide my eye roll; not that she would see anyway since she’s now texting away on her phone.
    I spot Jax running after a boy who’s kicking the ball. I pray to God he doesn’t just push the kid over and pick up the ball with his hands. Rick and I decided it would be good to get him in sports early. One sport, one language, one instrument. But for fuck’s sake he’s only three. I am glad I got him into sports to work off some of that excess energy, but these people drive me up the damn wall. I didn’t come from Daddy’s money. I worked hard to get my restaurant up and running. I put everything I had in me into this industry. It took 10 years to get to this point