Brady texted me on Sunday night that he was having a couple people over on Monday for Labor Day. I rolled my eyes and decided I wasn’t responding.
On Monday morning my friend, Lexi, texted me saying, “I heard Brady is having a party today. You think we should go?”
And if Lexi was hearing about Brady’s party then he’d probably invited more than a “couple people.”
“We should go,” I texted back.
I got dressed and met Lexi out so we could eat and catch up before going to Brady’s. I didn’t let Brady know that I was coming because I thought it would be interesting to surprise him.
When Lexi and I arrived, the first person I saw was Hunter. He did a double take when he saw me.
“Whoa!!” he exclaimed like he was super surprised to see me. “It’s been a while.” He pulled me into a hug and then saw Lexi when we pulled away.
“Hey, I’m Lexi,” she said, shoving her hand in his. I thought nothing of this encounter because Lexi is always super outgoing and flirty and Hunter is pretty good looking.
“So what have you been up to?” Hunter asked me.
“Honestly, nothing new. Life is boring lately. How’s the wife and kids?” I replied. I glanced at Lexi out of the corner of my eye to gauge her reaction. Her huge smile didn’t break.
“Oh, they’re all good,” he said nonchalantly, almost brushing it off.
Brady appeared next to me with a beer in his hand. “Well, hello.”
I don’t know why, but seeing Brady and Hunter together made me kind of nostalgic and happy. To my surprise, Brady put his arm around my neck for a hug.
“You guys look just alike!” Lexi exclaimed.
I hadn’t expected Hunter to be there so I didn’t tell Lexi that they were brothers beforehand. I’ve never thought Brady and Hunter looked alike, but after Lexi’s comment I studied them. Hunter is a solid four or five inches taller than Brady and in general is just larger and has a larger presence. I guess I could see the resemblance in the nose and blue eyes though.
Brady and Hunter looked at each other and smirked and then Brady focused back on me.
“I’m glad you decided to come,” he said.
“Yeah, well. Lucky for you, Lexi dragged me here,” I said back.
Brady smirked at me because he knew that wasn’t entirely true. “Can I get you a drink?”
I said yes and followed him to the kitchen.
“Patron with lime,” I requested.
I watched Brady as he meticulously grabbed a rocks glass and the bottle of Patron, cut a lime and squeezed it into the glass. It was so hot. Why is Brady so hot when he’s just making a drink? When he finished he took a sip.
“Had to make sure it was good enough for you. You’ll love it,” he said and handed me the glass.
I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help smiling. We started talking about our weeks and then about restaurants including this new steakhouse that’s been hard to get reservations at. Brady said he’d gone the weekend prior.
“With who?” I asked.
He got this look on his face like he was caught.
“Oh, a friend of mine,” he said.
“A girl friend?”
Brady smirked at me and tilted his head. “Does it matter?”
“Of course it matters. I wouldn’t have asked if it didn’t. So who was it?”
“A girl. It was a date,” Brady said defiantly.
Even though I’d assumed it was some sort of date, hearing Brady say it out loud actually kind of upset me.
“Oh. And where is this girl now? I’d love to meet her,” I said.
“I bet you would,” Brady said, smiling. He took a sip of his beer, but didn’t take his eyes off me or stop smiling.
“Yep, so I can warn her to stay away from a guy who actually can’t follow through with his commitments and in general is kind of a baby about most things.”
Brady’s eyebrows shot up like he was surprised, but he still said, “I wish I’d gone with you.”
I didn’t know what to say so I said, “Okay, Brady.”
He said, “Okay. Well enjoy your drink.” He walked away and it frustrated me to no end. Like stay and argue with me some more.
I went to find Lexi, but she wasn’t where I left her. I ran into Lindsey who was there with some guys from work (Lindsey is such a guy’s girl). I hung out with her for a little while and we caught up because I have not seen her in so long. She mentioned wanting to leave Chicago which made me sad because Chicago is a great city. She talked about how she and her boy want to move and settle in Ireland because they just took a long vacation and loved it. It actually sounded incredibly boring.
About two hours later I realized that I hadn’t seen Lexi or Hunter since Brady and I left them. I texted Lexi asking her where she was and then I ran into Brady again.
“Have you seen your brother?” I demanded.
He shrugged. “Not for a while. Why?”
“Because they’re missing. And I know how he is and I know how she is,” I said.
“And they’re adults. You don’t have to babysit them.”
I wanted to smack him.
“Well your brother is married with several kids and it is concerning that you don’t care about his extra martial activities. So…”
Brady actually had the nerve to roll his eyes at me. “Reese, it’s not your business.”
We went back and forth all day. Both of us wanted the last word and to continue talking to each other. Eventually it dwindled down to just a few of us and Lexi hadn’t responded to any of my texts or phone calls. Brady was sitting outside with some guy friends and I waltzed out there.
“I’m leaving,” I announced.
Brady jumped up. “Right now? But…”
He couldn’t think of an excuse and I just stared at him.
“Do you want to do something later?” he asked.
It was kind of hilarious because we’d literally been bickering all day and now he wanted to hang out. But I did too.
“Maybe. I’m meeting up with a friend now and I don’t know how late that’ll go,” I said which was 100% true and the friend was Preston. We had made plans to go to Boystown for drinks behind his boyfriend’s back.
So I didn’t end up hanging out with Brady that night, but at 10:00 PM, I finally heard back from Lexi.
“Where the fuck have you been?” I answered the phone.
“Dude, sorry,” she said. “I was hanging out with Brady’s brother. Hunter.”
“Yeah, and? I called you forty times.”
“We lost track of time…”
“What did y’all do?”
Lexi sighed happily. “Everything. I love him!”
“What do you mean everything?” I demanded.
“Everything. We ended up getting bored at the party and he came over to my place. We smoked… and had sex like four times. My vagina hurts!”
“You know he’s married and has two small babies right?”
“Yeah, he told me about that. His wife knows he has needs,” she said.
I made her tell me every dirty detail including the fact that she and Hunter had unprotected sex even though he obviously has swimmers and she’s not even on birth control. I was so disgusted.
After I hung up with Lexi, Brady texted me saying, “I finally found Hunter.”
I replied, “Yeah, Lexi called me. Did he tell you what happened?”
“I didn’t ask,” Brady said and to me that meant he already knew what happened. Hunter does it all the time.
On Tuesday when I got to work, Monica was already there and was working on some sort of board to track the sales of individuals on my team. It was primary colors and she’d made a border on it with metallic stickers.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Scott asked me to track your sales since no one has been doing it,” she explained.
“I have been doing it,” I said back. Like, was that a joke? My sole job is to track my team’s sales so I could hold them accountable and help them bonus. Scott knows that.
“No, I mean, he wants it visible to everyone. It’s kind of dumb.” Monica rolled her eyes.
“Yes, it is,” I said and walked away.
Later in the day, Scott stopped by my office. I don’t see him as much because he’s traveling all the time, but sometimes he emails me, asking how everything is going.
“Hey! How was your weekend?” he asked.
“Fine, thanks,” I replied. I wasn’t about to ask about his.
“Good!” He paused. “I have some things I’d like to go over with you and have you take on to make Monica’s transition a bit smoother.”
My eyes shot up in a “You have to be kidding me” look. He wanted me to help the girl they chose over me do her job better?
Scott pulled out a folder and explained some of the reporting he does and what he does with the information.
“You’re great with analyzing reports and breaking down numbers so I’d love for you to take over this part of the business,” he said, flattering me (even though it’s true).
And it’s not like I could refuse to do what he asked me, but I was going to share my opinion.
“I really think if Monica can’t handle a few numbers and reports then she shouldn’t have been put in that role, but this is fine. I’ll help out,” I said.
Scott looked guilty, but thanked me. And then a few weeks later, after I’d been doing the reports for a while, he had the nerve to ask me to teach Monica how to do it.
It was through text message and I responded, “She doesn’t retain information at all, and I don’t want to waste my time teaching her something that she won’t even remember how to do. But fine. I’ll do it tomorrow.”
Scott replied, “Thank you, Reese! For everything.”
So I sent a calendar invite to Monica and spent an hour with her showing her everything and being patient while she took notes on a Post-It. And then the next day, I heard her complaining that she lost her Post-It and had forgotten everything I taught her. It was actually laughable.
Other than that, everything has been fine. The weekend after Labor Day, Brady invited me to a Cubs game. He was going with a group and had an extra ticket. I was just excited to have plans and happily said yes. The group consisted of Brady and some of his more established friends and their wives/girlfriends and I think he just wanted to have a (fun) date. I had one of those sparkly Victoria’s Secret PINK tanks that I got when I first moved to Chicago and dug in the bottom of my closet to find it.
The game was a lot of fun, mostly due to all the booze and shitty food they had available. I think at this point, the world knows baseball is boring and have to find ways to still get people to go to games.
Brady had to explain all the basics of the game to me like why the guys got so many chances to hit the ball.
“He’s just wasting time at the point. He’s had plenty of chances to hit the ball,” I said.
“Those were bad throws,” Brady explained.
“No wonder these games are so long and boring,” I said.
After the game, Brady’s friends went home, but he and I went to a bar in Wrigley. We drank and danced and after about an hour, Brady invited me to come over.
I made a face. “I probably shouldn’t, but I want to see Tucker.”
When we got to Brady’s, he ordered a pizza and we sat on the couch for literally five hours talking. I had even started to sober up. I realized that I’d been dying to talk to him. Like I just love talking to him. I can talk a lot and he’s actually a really great listener and asks a lot of questions and encourages me to talk about myself. I love that. And I love that he will eat shit food with me.
I unintentionally stayed over (swear!) after a long night of making out in bed. It was a bit juvenile, but I kind of liked it. When I woke up, Brady was sitting up in bed on his phone.
“Hey,” I muttered.
“Morning. Are you hungry? I was thinking we could get breakfast and then we could take Tucker to the dog park and I’ll show you where he goes for daycare,” Brady said. He was acting like all of this was normal and we hadn’t been fighting and seeing other people for months.
“Okay,” I agreed.
We spent the entire day together and to me, it kind of felt temporary. Like this was fun and cute, but we would never do it again. It’d been close to a year since Brady and I had been together (can you believe it?) and I didn’t think either of us had any intentions of going down that road again. I was thinking, “Aw, I kinda missed this,” but was fully prepared to go back to responding to any text or Snap from any guy because I’m lonely.
But we’ve been kind of inseparable. It’s like we fell back into how we used to be and I really don’t know why. It’s mostly weird because neither of us have mentioned how weird it is. We even planned a trip next month. When we booked it, Brady said, “Are you sure you want to go with me?” And that’s the closest we’ve gotten to discussing anything.
So I don’t know. You know that feeling you get when you know you’re doing something you shouldn’t be and it feels like going down a steep San Francisco hill on rollerblades? Yeah.
I know that Brady is a good guy and I am super happy when we are together, but I still wonder if I’m so eager to hang out with him because I don’t want to be alone. This is me overthinking what the blog comments will be. I know y’all hate Brady, but I kind of don’t. He’s had some questionable behavior in the past, but I definitely have too.
I don’t think I quite trust him though. We were supposed to hang out promptly at 7:30 one night and I texted him at 7:00 to check in and he didn’t reply until 10:05pm.
“I’m so sorry. I got pulled into something at work. You still want to hang out?” he replied.
The fuck? I understand shit comes up at work, but if you knew you had plans (especially with the girl you’re seeing) then wouldn’t you find some time to send a quick text? So I didn’t reply and we didn’t see each other that night.
And if that were the only time then it would probably be fine, but another night I was waiting at his place for him to come home from work so we could have dinner and then go out for drinks. I didn’t want to be a Nagging Ass Nancy so I just watched some shows On Demand and waited for him to him come home. This motherfucker didn’t come home until 4:30 in the morning. I was still up because I was waiting and coming up with different scenarios in my head.
“Hello,” I said in a cutesy voice so he wouldn’t know how pissed I was.
Brady waved and then went to the bathroom and stayed until I finally fell asleep. When I woke up he was sleeping downstairs. We never talked about that night like who he was with or what he did. He didn’t even apologize for ditching me again.
I can’t tell if I have true trust issues or if every guy I get involved with is a fuckboy.