Page 33 of Free Agent
And I could also assume, based on the little I did know about Rori, that the narrative was bothering the shit out of her. Most people saw through the bullshit of the side chick making it seem like Rori was in the wrong. Popular sentiment was that she hadn’t done wrong enough on that angle.
The whole got her lick back by fucking somebody on the opposing team right before an important game angle though…
That one was tough.
I swiped my contacts list open on my phone, scrolling to figure out any direct connections I might have with Aurora.
As I scrolled, I came across a name that made me give a little nod.
Kevion Ward.
Hm.
I didn’t really know him, but we were cool enough that we’d exchanged numbers a few years back while volunteering at some charity thing. Aurora had been in full “bestie” mode with Kevion’s wife at the game, so it stood to reason that he probably knew her.
I tapped on his contact and typed out a message.
Hey man, maybe a strange ask, but do you have contact info for Aurora Mitchell from your wife for me?
I was back across the parking lot from my meeting at Richardson Sports Management, getting into my car when my phone buzzed with a reply.
Damn, you taking down folks’ fiancées, got me asking my wife for favors, whose woman you creepin’ on next, man? – KW(Brawlers)
Greedy mf, damn! – KW (Brawlers)
I chuckled as I read his words, not bothering to text back. I hit the button to just call instead, pulling out of my spot as it connected.
“And impatient. You a bold motherfucker,” Kevion laughed. “I was typing the number, damn.”
“It’s not that,” I jokingly pleaded. “I’m trying to find out… do you know Aurora, or that’s just wifey’s homegirl?”
Kev scoffed. “Rori Mitchell is doing facials with my wife and daughter in my primary bathroom at this exact moment, so…”
“So you know her yourself then.”
“Yeah, Rori is cool.”
“Just cool?”
“She’s great, we love Rori,” he amended. “She’s also engaged.”
“Why do people keep telling me she’s engaged?” I huffed, tossing a hand up like he could see me. “What is that supposed to mean to me?”
“Well, to a reasonable man, it would mean she was off limits, but clearly that’s not you.”
“Clearly?”
“Clearly.”
“Damn,” I chuckled. “That’s the word around town now? What, I’m grimy?”
“If Monty wasn’t so indiscreet with his shit, yeah, it probably would be. But everybody knows he ain’t shit, and everybody likes Rori, so…”
“Lucky me, right?”
In this context, I meant it sarcastically, but thinking back on the time I had spent with Aurora…
It was accurate.