Page 109 of Renegade Rift
What I do know is this isn’t me.
And yet here I am walking through the concourse of Manila Stadium, wearing one of the Renegade’s shirts from the back of Ford’s closet, on my way to watch him play just because he asked.
Never mind that I’m stuck somewhere between excited and wanting to throw up and can't quite decide which is going to win.
So, once again I have to ask myself: Who the hell have I become that this is my life?
Thankfully, I have Paige here as my emotional support human, because without her there’s no way I’d be able to walk into the wives’ and girlfriends’ suite alone.
Wives and girlfriends.
I’m neither of those things. Nor do I know how to be.
Tyler always made it very clear he didn’t want me here. Something about being distracted and it being bad luck—which makes sense. He didn’t want the women who sought him out to know he had a wife at home.
Suddenly I’m thankful none of the women in this suite were associated with the team when Tyler played here. As it is, I’m already worried they’re going to judge me because I’m here as Ford’s—whatever we are—and he’s technically my stepbrother-in-law.
Damn it, this was such a bad idea.
Paige grabs my hand and pulls me away from the door and into the women’s bathroom across the hall. Thankfully, it’s empty.
“We don’t have to go in if you don’t want to, Etta.” It was definitely the right choice to bring her. “But also, fuck these bitches if they want to judge you for letting Ford defile your pussy.”
“Paige!” I scowl. “You can’t say shit like that here.”
“What?” She looks around, her red curls swinging across her face. “In an empty women's bathroom?”
I pin her with a pointed glare as if to say,you know what I mean.“Anyone could walk in and hear you.”
“I’m just saying, you don’t need their approval. Ford wants you here. And honestly, it’s kind of sweet.”
I lean back against the wall and cross my arms over my chest, and even though I’m trying to be stern, a smile creeps its way onto my lips. “He’s growing on you, isn’t he?”
“Ugh.” She shakes her whole body, and it reminds me of a toddler throwing a tantrum. “Don’t tell him, but the wholeDungeons and Dragonsthing was super cute, and now Anthony wants me to ask if we can come play too.”
I laugh incredulously and shake my head. “I’m sure that can be arranged.”
“You’re the best!” Paige whoops and pulls me into a hug. “The way Anthony is going to fuck me so hard when I tell him tonight.”
I groan and shove her off me. “The way I didn’t need to know that.”
She wiggles her eyebrows. “Don’t be jealous.”
Oh, believe me. I’m not.
Because I’ve already willed into existence that Ford is going to win this game, and I’m going to win a night of making him come.
“Come on.” Paige nods towards the door and loops her arm in mine. “Let’s go show these—what are they called again?”
“WAGs—Wives and Girlfriends.”
“Right.” Paige clears her throat for show. “Let’s go show these WAGs how to have a good time.”
* * *
It turns out the WAGs already know how to have a good time.
Everyone has been absolutely amazing. They’ve welcomed Paige and me without question and have even volunteered to be taste testers once Sophia and I have the new menu squared away.
