Dirty Player - A Football Romance (A Maxwell Family Romance)

by Alycia Taylor

  I didn’t know what to do. I called Candice just to warn her and to see if Derek had also been bothering her, but her phone just rang. I waited a little while to see if she would call back but she didn’t. So I decided to call my father and see if perhaps anyone had been snooping around by him too, but he also didn’t answer his phone. I flopped onto the bed in frustration. The day had started off so well, but it had ended on a sour note. I couldn’t understand why some people felt they had to always meddle in other people’s lives. Why couldn’t people just leave Candice and me alone? Who were we hurting?

  Harry came by, trying to get me to come out to some bar with him and the guys. I told him that I was too exhausted to do anything, so he sat down on the bed and frowned at me.

  “What’s going on with you and Coach Bane? He keeps calling you out. I thought the two of you were thick as thieves.”

  I sighed. “You and me both. Who knows. He seems to think I’m not concentrating enough. He says I’m too focused on other things and not on football. It’s crazy because we had the best practice today. What more can I do?”

  Harry frowned. “Seriously? He said that? That is crazy. You were great out there today. Better than all of us. I was actually thinking how impressed I was with you and how I wish I could be as good as you. There’s no way he can think that you are not taking this seriously enough. Wonder what his problem is?”

  I shrugged. I didn’t want to tell Harry what was going on. He was a good friend, but I still wasn’t even sure what the problem was. I didn’t want to spread rumors about Derek that might not even be true. Even though I thought they probably were.

  “I have no idea,” I said.

  “Does it have anything to do with you and Candice?” he asked.

  I looked up in surprise. “Why do you say that?”

  “I don’t know. I just can’t think of what other reason he would have to be upset with you. Maybe he’s just worried that she’s going to get in between you and your NFL aspirations.”

  “But I’m still playing just as hard as I always have,” I said.

  “Yeah, I know you are. And I’m sure he knows it too. But maybe he’s just worried. He’s always shouting at the guys to stop thinking about girls when they’re on the field. He’s never had to do that with you. Maybe he’s just worried it’s going to happen. You know what he’s like. You’re his favorite.”

  I sighed. “Yeah, maybe.”

  “Don’t stress about it, Dom. Anyway, are you sure you don’t want to come out and have some beers?”

  I shook my head. “Not tonight. But thanks, man. I’m honestly too tired. And I promised the coach I’d get some good rest.”

  “Well, okay then. Just don’t spend all your time worrying about this. Okay? You’re the best player on the team. There’s no way that he can deny that.”

  I smiled at Harry. He had cheered me up at least. “Thanks, Harry. Have fun tonight.”

  “Oh don’t worry about it. Fun is exactly what I plan to have.”

  I laughed. I had no doubt in my mind about it. For a brief second, I wished my life was as carefree as Harry’s seemed to be. It annoyed me that the coach was being so hard on me when I had always worked harder than everyone else in the team. But maybe Harry was right. Maybe he was just worried I would end up like the other guys. Perhaps he was just trying to protect me.

  As soon as Harry left, I pulled out a sandwich that I’d taken from the cafeteria earlier that day and hadn’t eaten. I was starving and devoured it within seconds. Then I climbed into bed to watch a movie. I was going to put it all behind me. Tomorrow was a brand-new day. I was still on the football team, I was still working as hard as I ever had, and I still had a gorgeous girl in my life. Things weren’t really all that bad now that I really came to think of it.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Candice

  My phone was vibrating in my pocket, and I wondered if it was Dominic trying to call me. If there was anyone I wanted to talk to at that moment, it was him. But I couldn’t take the call. Not when I had just arrived at my father’s house to tell him what was going on. He’d called me that morning, after he’d been ‘tipped off’ about my new relationship. I had no doubt who had told him even though my father wouldn’t admit to it. He told me to come right over. I was hoping my mother would be there, but she was out. So it was just my father and me. The housekeeper had let me in and had looked at me with a worried expression on her face.

  “He’s in a bad mood, isn’t he?” I whispered as I got in.

  She nodded. “He’s waiting for you in the living room.”

  I sighed. Why on earth did my dad need a housekeeper when it was just him and my mother living in that big house? I’d asked him before, and he said that a house that big needed to be looked after. That was true. The house was certainly big enough to warrant a housekeeper. But why they didn’t just move into something smaller was beyond me. I knew it was pointless asking my father. He’d tell me that he needed a place to conduct his business and that it was important to have something of grandeur to showcase when guests arrived. I thought the whole thing was just ridiculous. Imagine having friends that you had to constantly try to impress. Those weren’t really friends at all. I took several deep breaths before going to see my father. I was already annoyed that he hadn’t opened the door for me himself. If he was trying to prove his importance to me, it wasn’t working.

  My father sat in the living room, his back straight, a book poised on his lap. I looked a lot like my father. People had told me that all through my childhood but I had never really understood it until now. And, despite our differences, I had always loved him deeply. My desire to please him had been with me my whole life, and I hated that I was now disappointing him.

  “Hi Dad,” I said quietly and took a seat opposite him.

  He placed the book next to him and looked up at me. I knew he hadn’t really been reading that book. It had been for show. All his moves were measured like that, every moment of his life well thought out and planned. Every now and again I saw a different side of him. I hadn’t seen it very often, but whenever I did, it was magical. It had been a long time since I had seen that side of him. I remembered it clearly. It had been about a year ago. The chef was off sick, so my mother had made us all lasagna. I’d convinced them all to have some wine with me too, and my father had probably had a glass more than he usually did. That night everything was just funnier than usual. He got the hiccups so badly, and every time the sound would come out from him we’d all burst out laughing. The more he hiccupped, the more we laughed, and the more he hiccupped. It was such a simple night. Just three people having fun together. For the first time in a very long time, none of us had talked about politics. Not a serious word had been spoken that night. The entire night had just been pure silliness. I’d hoped it was a start of things to come, but the next day he’d been back to his formal self, with stilted smiles and planned actions. I missed that side of him.

  “Let’s not argue,” I said. Perhaps if I came into the conversation with a level head, then he wouldn’t get too angry at me. Maybe all of this could be avoided by acting civil.

  But I could see that my father was not ready to let it go. He shook his head sadly at me. “So it’s true? Dominic Aarons is really back in your life?”

  I gulped. “It’s true.”

  “How long has this been going on for? How long have the two of you been in touch? I thought I told you that you weren’t allowed to see him. Have you been sneaking calls all these years?”

  I looked at him in shock. Is that really what he thought? “Dad, I wouldn’t do that. How could I anyway? You have always monitored me so closely. And I’ve listened to everything that you have said over the years. I never once did anything to go against you. No, I haven’t been in touch with him all these years. He moved back to town without me even knowing. He just happens to be in the same class as me, and we were put on an assignment together. I know it sounds crazy, but that’s what happened. You can ca
ll the professor and ask him yourself. I had nothing to do with it.”

  My father frowned as he digested what I was telling him. “Okay then, that’s fair enough. But why then, when you discovered who he was, did you continue seeing him? Why would you do that to me? Is that the reason why you broke up with Derek?”

  “No. That’s not what I broke up with Derek. I told you already. Derek and I were not in love.”

  “But you’re in love with this boy?”

  I shook my head. “Dad, he’s only just come back into my life. I don’t know how I feel about him. But I do know that he makes me happy. Much happier than Derek had ever made me. Isn’t that more important than anything else? Don’t you want me to be happy?”

  “His father is still part of the damn union. You know how I feel about that. If you stay with that boy, friends or more, it’s like you’re telling the rest of the world that you don’t have the same views as me. And how do you think that makes me look to them? I’m supposed to be a shining example to you. But that’s not how it looks when you run off with someone from the other side. How could you do this to me, Candice?”

  “Dad, I’m not doing anything to you. This has nothing to do with politics. This has everything to do with me just wanting to be friends with Dominic. He’s a good person, Dad.”

  My father laughed. “I cannot believe that we are having this same conversation all these years later. I forbade you from seeing him back then for a reason, Candice. And I’m not just going to change my mind suddenly. I still feel exactly the same way about it as I did then. In fact, I feel even more strongly now than before. I don’t want you hanging around him. That is not the reason I sent you to college.”

  “But he's in class with me.”

  “So you’ll only see him in class then? Is that what you are saying?”

  “No, he’s my friend. You can’t stop me from seeing him.”

  “You’re right, Candice. I can’t stop you from seeing him. You’re a grown woman, and you can do whatever you want to do. What I can do is stop you from going to college.”

  I looked at him in shock. Was he really saying what I think he was saying? He couldn’t do that to me. He knew how important my education was to me.

  “Dad, you can’t do that.”

  “You want to bet? Just like you, I can also do whatever I want to do. If I want you to stop going to college, well then I’ll just stop paying. I’ll tell them that I don’t want you there anymore. And, while we’re at it, I’ll disinherit you. Look around at this house, Candice. This was all for you one day. I wanted you and Derek to live here together. But you’ve gone and messed all that up. For what? For a boy you once knew when you were eleven? Come on, Candice. It’s time for you to grow up. That’s now how this world works.”

  “Your world is messed up, Dad. Messed up.”

  “My world is reality. Now, all of this can be avoided if you just stop seeing Dominic and start seeing Derek again. He’s a good kid, and he’s devastated that you broke up with him. But it’s not too late to rectify the situation. Just go and apologize to him and all will be forgotten in no time.”

  “So he did come and talk to you. I knew he did. I knew he was the one that told you. Well, why don’t you adopt him as your son? It looks to me like you don’t need me in your life at all. Especially since I’m such an embarrassment to you.”

  “Derek has nothing to do with this,” my father said. Of course, I shouldn’t be surprised that my father was sticking up for Derek.

  “Derek has everything to do with this,” I said. “Well, thanks for having me over,” I said as I stood up. I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans and turned my head away so that I didn’t have to look into my father’s eyes anymore. “I think we’re done here.”

  I walked off before he could say anything. I saw the housekeeper hovering nearby, pretending to clean an already spotless counter, while clearly listening in on our conversation. I didn’t even bother to look at her. I just went out, climbed into my car, and made my way back to my dorm. I couldn’t believe the things that my father had said to me. I knew he wouldn’t be happy that Dominic was back in my life, but the last thing I expected was for him to go as far as saying he would disinherit me and force me to stop going to school. I couldn’t believe that he would stoop to those lengths.

  I had been so good to my father, for so long, but now I wished that I had stuck up for myself more. It didn’t seem worth it anymore. My father was only ever going to love me if I followed his rules. He didn’t want me to be my own person. He just wanted me to be his shadow. Well, I wasn’t going to do that anymore. I had finally seen the light.

  I got back to my room, closed the door, and flopped down onto the sofa. Ever since storming out of my father’s house, I had been angry, but now that I was back home I felt the sadness overcome me. I didn’t want to fight with my father. I wanted him to love and accept me for who I was, and I wanted him to let me just live my own life the way I was supposed to. Why was it so wrong to be with Dominic? Tears fell down my face like a burst pipe that couldn’t be contained.

  I remembered then that my phone had been buzzing in my pocket when I had arrived at my father’s place. I got out the phone and saw that I had missed a call from Dominic. It was getting late, but I wanted to talk to him. I called him back, but now it was his turn to not answer. I sighed. I looked around the room and wished that I had made some friends at the school. Other than Dominic I had nobody to turn to when I was feeling sad. It wasn’t fair. I lay down on the sofa, hugging a cushion close to me. The tears were still falling as I closed my eyes and cried myself to sleep.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Dominic

  I finally got a chance to speak to my father. He was busy and had a few people waiting to talk to him so I couldn’t talk to him privately, but he did tell me that someone had been hanging around the union offices.

  “Who was it?” I asked. “Did you see him?”

  My father shook his head. “Not personally, but some of the other guys told me. Apparently he was going around asking some of the guys questions about me. I didn’t take it to heart though because things like this have happened before. Is this something I need to be concerned about?”

  I shook my head. “No. It’s not. But let me know if you hear anything more, okay?”

  “Sure thing. Sorry about today. It’s so busy around here. Want to meet up soon to catch up?”

  “For sure. No problem at all.”

  I still wanted to tell my dad about Candice. I hadn’t had a chance to talk to him yet about it, and I wanted to do it face to face. I wasn’t sure if he’d be happy or not. I was sure that he felt bad about taking me away from Candice, but he’d told me once before that he had only done it for my own good. Back then, I was still too young to really understand, and I had believed him. I still believed him even though I now thought he should’ve stood up for himself and our family rather than let some big political big shot tell us what we could or couldn’t do. But it had been a long time since those days, and maybe my father wouldn’t mind me hanging around her anymore. He’d always been really level headed, so I was sure he would understand.

  I was angry that Derek was now involving my father in the equation. I didn’t care about him coming to threaten me. Hell, I didn’t even care about him spitting at me. But I did not appreciate him getting my father involved. My father had nothing to do with this. I knew that I had to go and talk to Derek again even though it was the last thing I felt like doing.

  I had no idea where Derek stayed, but he was pretty well known, so it didn’t take me long to find his dorm room. I knocked on his door, but there was no answer. As I walked away though, someone called out that Derek was at baseball practice.

  “Thank you,” I shouted back.

  Baseball practice was still going on when I got there, so I sat in the sands and watched him. Even just watching him made me feel annoyed. I wished Candice had never gotten involved with him in the first place, but I was starting
to realize now that it had more to do with her father than herself. Her father wanted so badly for her to be with Derek. Derek and his parents fit perfectly into the life that Candice’s father wanted for her. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t in love with him, or that Derek wasn’t even a very nice person. His parents were rich, and they were politically and socially aligned. That was all that mattered.

  Practice went on for another half an hour, maybe forty minutes, but I didn’t mind. I was not going to leave until I had talked to Derek. Near the end of practice, I saw he had noticed me, and I was pleased to see that his game had started to falter a little because of it. I hoped that he also had a coach that would complain when he wasn’t as ‘focused’ anymore. Despite seeing me, he took his time coming to me once the practice was over. I watched with growing annoyance as he talked to his teammates and packed up his things. He was being deliberately slow, but I would not let him see how annoyed I was at it. When he finally came over, I was glad to see that nobody else was around. He had a smirk on his face as he looked at me.

  “Enjoy the show?” he said. “Very different from football, isn’t it?”

  “Very different. And no, I didn’t enjoy it. Baseball has never been my thing.”

  “Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me. Well, it’s sweet of you to come and see me. It’s nice to have your support.”

  I laughed. “You’re really something, aren’t you?”

  “Why yes, yes I am.”

  I groaned. “Derek, I know what you are doing. I’m not stupid. But I’m here to tell you to back the fuck off, and leave me alone. Leave my family alone. Leave Candice alone. You don’t need to prove yourself to anyone.”

  “I’m not trying to prove myself. Bet you wish you hadn’t got involved with Candice now, don’t you?”

  “Oh, I’m very happy I got involved with her. Bet you wished you had treated her better,” I said.

  He laughed. “Oh, Dominic, you might have muscles, but you certainly don’t have brains. That’s where I’m one better than you.”