Free Gorgeous Rotten Scoundrel by Nina G. Jones

there were clips of Brock on the screen. The ticker at the bottom scrolled the words: NBA Star Brock Jameson, possible torn ACL .
    "Turn that up!" I called out, running over to the screen. I snatched the remote away from one of the guests.
    "Early reports are stating that Brock Jameson, NBA All-Star, injured his knee during practice. Sources are saying that doctors are running several tests to determine the severity of his injury and if he will need surgery."
    "Oh my god, what's wrong with Brock?" Mindy said when she caught up with me.
    "I don't know. It's his knee apparently." I glanced at my phone, it was far too late to call. "This can't be good."
    "I'm sure he'll be okay."
    I suddenly felt guilty about staying behind. He would probably have to be off of his feet. Normally, I would be the one to feed him and run errands during such a stressful time.
    Mindy wrapped her arm around my shoulders and lead me away from the TV. "We'll get a hold of him first thing tomorrow. Okay?"
    "Heath kissed me."
    "What?"
    "We fell in the sand and he kissed me. I stopped him. The fight out front was from some guy who I think is claiming Heath slept with his wife or girlfriend. My first night here, he had a threesome in the middle of the night while he had the music on full-blast."
    "What!"
    "He is a nightmare."
    "I need details, sister!"
    Then, in the distance I spotted the devil himself walking towards me. I tilted my chin in his direction so Mindy would know he was coming and shut her trap.
    "Can we talk for a sec?" he asked.
    "I'm busy."
    "Come on."
    "Is it about the party?"
    "No."
    "Then I'm busy."
    "Then it is about the party."
    I looked over at Mindy who awkwardly shrugged at me. Heath lead me through the crowd, and that's when I saw Illy. Ill is more like it. She wore a teeny-tiny white dress, the front crossed over and dipped all the way down to her belly button, her tiny, perky runway model boobs a sneeze away from complete exposure. She cocked an eyebrow when she spotted Heath's hand on the small of my back and headed towards us like we were at the end of a catwalk.
    Ever the socialisto (stole that from Mindy), Heath greeted her like everything was all rainbows and unicorns.
    "Heath," she said in her accent, "I have been looking all over for you!"
    She kissed him on the lips. Right on the lips that were kissing me minutes ago.
    "You remember Sadie, right? The interview the other day?"
    "Not really. I thought the girl who visited you was homely." She looked me up and down. "Then again, maybe I do."
    What a heinous bitch.
    Heath laughed a little to himself. "That must have been someone else. Sadie is beautiful." Nice try Prince Charming.
    Illy finally acknowledged me by shoving a drink in my direction. "Could you get me fresh one?"
    "Get it yourself, bitch."
    Okay, let me interject here. Was it unprofessional of me? Yes. Did she deserve it? Absolutely. I thought they only made women that horrendous in movies. Normally, I could have composed myself, but just finding out about Brock being hurt and being pretty sauced, well, my inhibitions were down.
    "Okay!" Heath said, pushing me forward to continue towards our destination. "Ladies, let's be nice. Illy, I'll see you later?" He winked at her.
    She hesitantly nodded at him. Take that!
    "So what did you want to talk about?" I asked when we finally reached a quiet spot.
    "I wanted to fill you in on the commotion outside."
    "Oh you mean the guy whose girl you fucked?"
    Heath sighed. "He's gone. It's all taken care of."
    "Great? Can I get back to work?"
    "What's your deal?"
    "Excuse me?"
    "Are you mad about the kiss?"
    The truth is. I wasn't exactly sure why I was mad at the time. Now I do. I was mad because it was a defense mechanism. I knew anger was the only way I could stop myself from riding his boner to Uranus. Instead of answering I simply deflected with an eye-roll.
    "If I recall correctly, you kissed me right back. You sucked on my pelvis for Christ's sake. What kind of kinky shit is