Kourtney
“Is that champagne?”
Cassidy laughs as we push aside the curtain. “I keep forgetting you’ve never been in this suite before.”
“It’s a WAGs-only zone,” Celeste says. “PR agents don’t get access to the cool club.”
I gesture to her hand. “That sparkling ring on your finger makes you an official hockey wife now.”
Celeste holds up her hand and gazes at her ring. “Isn’t it beautiful?”
“You’re beautiful.” I press a chaste kiss to her cheek before turning to Cassidy. “Thanks for agreeing to sit up here for the game tonight. I know you prefer to be down in the crowd, but I promised Jason we’d stay up here until everything calms down.”
“Of course.” Cassidy gives my shoulder a squeeze. “I don’t mind.”
After the press conference, going out in public has been nearly impossible.
Paparazzi and fans bombard us with questions and pictures wherever we go.
But the other day, Celeste and I were approached by a group of men shouting rude comments and slurs.
We’ve had to up the security at our building and travel with a bodyguard for each of us.
So, Jason made us promise to watch his games from the suite so he can concentrate on the game instead of our safety.
The other wives greet us as we make our way to our seats. I introduce Celeste to anyone who hasn’t met her yet, and try to ignore their curious stares.
“I’m so glad you ladies are joining us,” Tracy says. “It’s been a whirlwind since the press conference, and we have to catch up.”
Nerves twist my stomach. I’ve been dreading today’s game, knowing I’d have to face the WAGs.
These women are kind, and I’ve never had a problem with them before.
But I know they’ll have questions, and I fear any judgments they might make about me.
I don’t want people to look at me differently just because I’m in a relationship with two people.
I’m still the same person I’ve always been.
We get settled in our seats, and I welcome the glass of champagne Tracy hands me.
“I’m so happy Jason didn’t get traded.” Tracy’s eyes widen. “That was some stunt the guys pulled off, posting themselves on your website.”
I nod. “We’re so thankful for their support.”
“Thomas wanted to post a video, and I told him over my dead body am I making a porno.” Elizabeth chuckles. “I don’t know how you do it, Kourt.”
“Seriously, knowing all those people are watching you?” Miranda scrunches her nose. “I don’t even have sex with the lights on.”
My cheeks heat with how openly everyone is talking about this. “It’s definitely not for everyone.”
“Maybe if I had a body like yours, I’d be more comfortable flaunting myself on the internet.” Jaqueline leans over in her seat. “Your ass is amazing, Kourt. You have to send me your workout routine.”
“Has anyone heard anything about where the anonymous tip came from?” Cassidy asks, and I shoot her a grateful smile for trying to take the attention off my bare ass.
Tracy shakes her head. “Someone with nothing better to do with his life.”
“I don’t know how they even knew it was you,” Elizabeth says. “I couldn’t tell.”
Miranda gasps. “You watched their videos?”
Elizabeth scoffs. “Of course I did. Don’t act like you didn’t.”
“I didn’t.” Miranda cuts me a glance. “No offense against you. Porn just isn’t my thing.”
“That just means you haven’t been watching the right kind of porn,” Celeste says as she shoots her a wink.
Jaqueline nods. “I can only get off to lesbian porn. Matt and I watch it together. He’s been trying to convince me to find another woman to add to the mix, like you guys did. I’ve heard it really spices up your marriage.”
My stomach lurches. “We didn’t do this to spice up our marriage, Jackie. We’re in love. The three of us. We’re committed together.”
“But won’t you want your own husband one day?” Elizabeth asks Celeste.
Jesus Christ.
“Jason and Kourtney are my spouses,” Celeste says with ease. “I’m not a spare or an extra. I’m an equal part of the relationship.”
My heart soars with her response. I hope she truly feels this way and isn’t just saying it for the sake of the conversation, because it’s the truth.
The women don’t know that the questions they’re asking are rude.
They’re not trying to hurt our feelings.
This is the reality of what many people think, that this is just a phase to spice up a marriage.
It’ll take time for our friends to fully understand the way our relationship works as they see us together.
For now, our conversation dies as the game starts.
The first period is intense, and neither team scores.
The second period is a battle for dominance.
New York’s offense is strong, but so is our defense.
Jason stops shot after shot, intercepting passes, and not letting anyone get near his goalie.
The Goldfinches move like a well-oiled machine, anticipating each other’s moves and outmaneuvering their opponents.
The way this team has come together off the ice shows in their precision on the ice tonight.
As the timer ticks down, two of New York’s players break away and lead the puck into our territory.
Celeste covers her mouth. “Fuck, it’s an odd man rush.”
Cassidy leans closer to me. “What’s odd man rush?”
I gesture to Jason, who’s the only Goldfinch defending the goal at the moment. “It’s when multiple players from the opposing team skate toward the goal with the puck, but there’s only one defenseman there to try to stop it.”
One of the players fires the puck like a bullet, but Jason stops it. The crowd goes wild, and we’re all on our feet as we cheer. Jason quickly passes it to McKinley on the other side of the rink, who’s in prime scoring position. He fires the puck into the back of the net, and the buzzer sounds.
“Score!” I throw my arms around Celeste as we jump up and down and scream.
“So, odd man rush is like two against one,” Cassidy says, confirming her understanding of the play.
“Yup.” Celeste waggles her eyebrows. “And we all know how much Jason loves a little two-on-one action.”
Cassidy throws her head back and laughs.
Tracy chokes on her spit.
And I pull Celeste close for a kiss, not giving a fuck about who’s watching us.