Unstoppable (Fierce) (22 page)

“What do you have to say in response to the T&L CEO saying he doesn’t want to sell his clothes to fat people?”

“Jordi! Feeling betrayed by your cast mates that they endorse a clothing line that hates anyone who isn’t thin?”

I held up my hand to push through the horde, and Eddie barked at them to get a real job as he propelled me through the crowded airport to the hired limo out front.

By that time, I turned on my cell phone and found a text from Jace. “
I’m quitting. That’s it. Don’t even try to talk me out of it
.”

I used my phone to find the quote by T&L’s CEO, Phillip
Larabee, that was causing such a brouhaha. Someone had unearthed a memo he had written to the shareholders in response to a 2002 campaign to expand their sizing selections.

“
I am aware that the average size of the American female has grown into the double digits
,” he wrote. “
But I have never been interested in attracting the average American shopper. There is no shame in attracting a more elite clientele; this is, in fact, a defining characteristic of the T&L branding. Our exclusivity is what attracts today’s youth to T&L. They want to be successful in all areas, demonstrated in the pride they have in their own image. That’s the example we set with our hiring standards, and that is the standard we’ve created with the public. If we let just anyone come to the party, we’re going to undermine our own value. We are a brand that doesn’t have to change to attract the buyer – it attracts the buyer that knows she needs to change
.
People aspire to wear T&L. Period
.”

I sighed. Why did he have to be such an asshole about it? I had no problem with his marketing to smaller shoppers, but does he have to make such a point about how the larger customers are big fat losers who would sully his brand?

I didn’t care that Eddie was sitting right next to me. I called Jace anyway. He didn’t even give me a chance to say hello. “I’m quitting, Jordi. That’s final.”

“Think of Shelby,” I tried to reason, but he was ready for me.

“She supports me in this. It’s not worth it to us to do this if it’s going to hurt you in the process.”

“But it doesn’t hurt me,” I insisted. “If I cared about wearing T&L clothes, I’d lose weight and fit into them. Honestly it’s overpriced for a bunch of T-shirts and jeans anyway.
Besides, Andy found me a clothing boutique that is practically begging me to model. It’s all good. I promise.”

He hesitated for so long I thought he had hung up on me to call T&L, but finally he said, “Okay. But one more scandal with this thing, Jordi, and I’m quitting.
Period. Got it?”

“You won’t hear a peep from me,” I agreed with a grin, but I’m pretty sure we both knew that wasn’t true. “I love you,” I said.

“Ditto,” he responded, and I knew then he was with Shelby. It was what I wanted, yet it scared me at the same time. I was quiet as I ended the call and pocketed my phone.

“Modeling, Jordi?
Really?”

I glared at Eddie. “Yes. Believe it or not, there are plenty of people who find me attractive.”

“You honestly think I would have slept with you for years if I didn’t find you attractive?” he asked as he reached into the tiny refrigerator for a drink. It was such an unexpected compliment that it struck me mute as I stared at him. After a few minutes, his eyes met mine. “What?”

I shrugged. “That was the nicest thing I think you’ve ever said to me.”

He laughed. “You honestly think that you were the only girl I could have slept with? There were plenty of girls I could have fucked if I wanted to. So if I fucked you, it was because I wanted to.”

“Why?” I asked at last.

He was quiet as he considered me for a moment. Finally he shrugged. “There’s something about you, Jordi. Something that makes a guy want to figure you out.”

This was all news to me.
“If you think I’m attractive, why are you so mean to me?”

“I’m just frustrated, I guess. If you were thin, Jordi, you’d take over the world.
My God. Can you imagine? You with that voice with a body like Shelby? There would be no limit to what you could do. But you stay fat like this big ol’ ‘fuck you’ to everyone and everything. How else is the world supposed to respond to you?”

“
It’s better this way,” I mumbled as I stared out the window.

He shrugged and emptied the bottle of beer in one swig. “Your funeral,” he responded. “But let me tell you, Shelby has the same exact quality you do. Eventually, everyone is going to see that she at least wants to make the effort.”

I wanted to snap that she had an eating disorder. Just like the lyrics of the song I gave to her said, she wanted to be perfect no matter the cost. The only difference was that no one could tell at first glance what was wrong with her the way they could with me. In effect, we were exactly the same.

“You’re an idiot to
shove her at Jace all the time,” Eddie continued. “He’s only a man. He won’t be able to deny her forever.”

“You shouldn’t judge all men by what you would do,” I smiled sweetly, which made him laugh.

“All men do what I would do, Jordi. How many times do I have to tell you that? Or is it going to take walking in on Jace and Shelby to prove it once and for all?”

Just the thought of them together made my blood run cold.
“He would never do that. To her or to me.”

Eddie just shook his head and chuckled. “How can you still be so naïve?”

“I trust the man I love,” I corrected.

“That’s what I said,” he murmured as he watched our hotel come into view.
“Naïve.”

As if to make his point, Eddie insisted we invite Shelby and Jace for a double date that night. He picked a popular restaurant that offered live music and dancing, and featured private
booths for a more intimate dining experience. We all sat around a chairless table, sorting through a dozen tapas dishes that we could feed ourselves, or each other, with our fingers.

With the exotic instrumental music that pulsated like a heartbeat, it was a restaur
ant that appealed to all senses.

Eddie sat close to me, feeding me tiny bites in between increasingly insistent kisses.
He would lick away any sauce around my lips, and my innards tightened every time I saw Jace clench his jaw and look away.

“Follow my lead, Chief,” Eddie encouraged, before he tried to feed Shelby a bite.

Jace couldn’t stop him from touching me, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let Eddie make any advances to Shelby right in front of me. He grabbed the piece of food from Eddie’s hand. “I got it,” he snapped, then added, “
Chief
,” with a sneer.

Shelby’s eyes were wide as she watched Jace feed her. I couldn’t even watch as her lips closed around the tiny piece of toast covered in olives and cheese.

“That’a boy,” Eddie smiled as he hugged me closer. “One thing I learned on the football field. You gotta act fast when you really want something,” he advised as he regarded Jace with those lazily hooded eyes. “Otherwise someone else is going to be the one that scores.” He tugged my hair back in one hand. “Right, baby?”

I said nothing, even as he fed me another bite which he finished off with another kiss.

I hated every second he touched me, mostly because I knew what it was doing to Jace. I begged him with my eyes to grit through it, but by the end of the night – and a bottle of shared wine – he was over it. He pulled me to the dance floor, his fingers hard and unforgiving as they circled my elbow. “I swear to God I’m going to punch his arrogant face in,” Jace bit out as he crushed me to his body.

“He’s just doing it to get to you,” I said. “Don’t play into his game. You’re way too smart for that.”

“If I were so smart, I’d figure out a way to punt that sonofabitch to the moon. This is ridiculous, Jordi.”

“I know,” I said as I glanced back to the table, where Eddie was cozying up to Shelby and making her laugh. “But it’ll be over soon.”

“How soon?” he demanded softly. “Hopefully before I can fall asleep without seeing you in his arms, his hands on your body, his mouth on you.” He glared at me. “Oh wait. Too late.”

“I hate it, too,” I spat. “You think it’s easy to see you and Shelby together? You think I don’t see you touching her or kissing her?”

“I would never do that,” he asserted.

“I know,” I said softly, before hearing Eddie whisper “
Naïve
,” in my ear.

He gestured over to Eddie, who had persuaded Shelby to join him on the dance floor. “Not all of us are like that,” he assured.

I watched Eddie pull Shelby to his body, his hands along her back, then sliding down to light over her ass accidentally-on-purpose. That was all it took. Jace stomped over to where they swayed to the music, with me running to catch up.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jace demanded.

Eddie merely grinned. “Hold up, Chief. No need to get territorial. I was just keeping Shelby company while you were dancing with my wife.”

“If you cared about your ‘wife,’ you wouldn’t be putting your hands on another woman’s body,” Jace corrected in a low voice.

“It’s OK,” Shelby tried to interject. “It was an accident, Jace. Really.”

Jace glared at Eddie, who would not back down from the steely gaze. Instead he got just close enough to take my hand from
Jace’s and pull me to where he stood. “Where have you been putting your hands, Hero?” Eddie asked, almost defying him to come clean.

“Where they are wanted,” Jace answered.

Shelby stared between the two men, feeling the same urge to step in between and diffuse the situation as I did. “Jace,” she said as she took his hand. “Let’s get back to the hotel. We have an early day tomorrow.”

Jace c
ontinued to glare at Eddie. At the last second he turned to me, and I gave him an imperceptible nod. He finally turned on his heel to leave with Shelby.

Eddie was chuckling all the way out to our own rented car. After the door slammed shut between us and the outside world, I turned on him. “What?”

He wore a victorious smile. “You don’t even realize what just happened back there, do you?” I crossed my arms in front of my chest and waited. “You’ve been traded in. Jace wants Shelby now.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

He leaned closer. “I touch you, kiss you, stake my claim with you and he does absolutely nothing. I barely brush my hand on Shelby’s ass and he’s ready to tear my arms off. That is a dog who has found another bone.”

“You know why he can’t do anything when you touch me.”

He shrugged as he leaned back against the seat. “I don’t see him complaining. There could be several reasons for that. One, he’s not man enough to stake his claim. Two, he’s afraid of that sex tape leaking just as much as you are or three… he gets the best of both worlds. You’ll screw him behind closed doors and shove a beautiful, sexy girl at him in public.”

“Or he could just love me and be honoring my choices.”

“Yeah, right,” Eddie dismissed as he grabbed a drink from the refrigerator.

“Why are you here?” I demanded softly.

He grabbed my chin in his hand. “Because you’re here, my sweet.” He leaned forward and planted another kiss on my lips, but I thrust him away. He slid off the bench seat into the floorboard.

“I love this feisty streak you have going,” he said as he climbed back up beside me. “It’s going to make the next time
we fuck much more fun.”

It had become a familiar refrain from Eddie, tormenting me with some unavoidable reality that I would succumb once again to his seduction, though I had never done anything to encourage a belief whatsoever.

“There won’t be a next time,” I informed him yet again.

“Oh yeah?” he said softly as his hand wound into my hair. “Even after you catch your big hero in bed fucking your best friend? Where are you going to go for comfort, then?”

I glared into those cold, blue eyes. “I’d rather walk off a bridge.”

He shrugged again. “We’ll see.” He handed me the beer bottle, but I turned away to stare out the window.

Andy arrived the next day, just in time for Vanni to be awarded the key to the city. They originally had such a ceremony in 2010, but unfortunately for all involved, a crazed groupie had targeted Vanni and Andy in a murderous rage. The assailant ended up striking and wounding Graham instead, rendering him paralyzed from a spine injury.

It had been a long two years, but all the players were present to redo this very important day in Vanni’s life as a Philadelphia son.

Andy stood all smiles with Renata in hand, security present to protect the new family, as Vanni was honored by the mayor. Afterwards, however, I could see that she was relieved to step off of the stage. Her trauma, understandably, ran deep.

Shelby and I helped her with
Renata as we headed back to the venue in a private car. “That went much better than last time,” she said with a relieved sigh. There was a tremor in her hands as she brushed the hair from Renata’s face.