The Billionaire Bull

by Romi Hart

  Gingerly, he pressed his fingers into my ankle joint. “This hurt?”

  “Yes!” I yelped.

  He wiggled my foot to the left and right. “How about this?”

  “Yes!” I screamed again.

  “Good news.” He stood up with a smile on his face.

  I sighed, hoping it was actually good news. Dr. Patel often delivered bad news saying it was good news, because he was a doctor that tried to spin positivity in every diagnosis.

  "It's just a sprain." He patted me on the knee. This was, in fact, good news, but also bad news. I’d have to rest my ankle for the next few days.

  “Thank you!” I clapped my hands together grateful, looking up to the heavens.

  “I saw you out there.” Dr. Patel retrieved an ice pack already ready for me on the side table. He placed it on my ankle. The cold instantly felt soothing.

  “Which humiliating part did you catch?” I grimaced.

  Dr. Patel held up his phone. “I saw them both. When you missed that wide open shot, I thought, this clip is going to go viral! But then your last move? That was golden.”

  My hands flew to my face as I groaned. “Terrible!”

  “What’s going on with you? Something on your mind?” Dr. Patel cared about his players. He believed in holistic sports medicine, often treating our emotional ailments along with our physical ones. Our team was lucky to have him.

  I groaned again, squeezing my eyes shut. “Yes. Is it that obvious?”

  Dr. Patel grimaced kindly and held his index and thumb finger close together. “A little. I’m sure I’m the only one who noticed.”

  “I sincerely doubt it.”

  “Well, what’s going on? You want to talk about it?” He crossed his arms ready to take on his patient’s next problem.

  “It’s this girl I’ve been seeing.”

  He shook his head. “It’s always a girl, isn’t it? What’s the problem?”

  Looking around, no one else was in the locker room. I decided to spill my guts. “Her father doesn’t approve of us being together. In fact, he doesn’t even want her to go to college. He wants her to just work in the family business. She has to sneak around just to go to class. The only time she has for me is an hour a day for lunch. She works all night every day.”

  Dr. Patel nodded thoughtfully, tapping his chin with his finger. “An hour, huh?”

  “I know right? It’s ridiculous.” I threw my arms up.

  He leaned back on the exam table, looking up at the ceiling then back down to me. “Sounds like she really cares about you.”

  “What? It does?”

  “Yes. She goes to school during the day and works at night, but still has time for you during the day, even if just for an hour? She could be studying in that hour. Reading. Sleeping. Anything, but she is spending it with you.”

  I sighed, thinking over what he said. Then the thought of Jose with his narrowed brows snarling at me resurfaced in my mind. “But, what about her dad? She won’t stand up to her dad!”

  “That’s between her and her dad. Try to be more supportive and understand how difficult it is for her because she doesn’t just love you. She also loves her father.” Dr. Patel raised his eyebrows diplomatically.

  Rubbing my eyes and groaning loudly, I realized he was absolutely right. “Thanks, Doc.”

  He took off the ice pack and brought out an Ace bandage and wrapped my ankle carefully. “You know the drill: RICE. Rest. Ice. Compression. Elevation.”

  “Okay. Will do.” I grabbed the crutches he handed me.

  “I’ll take a look at it again tomorrow, but for now, your ankle needs rest.”

  Positioning the crutches underneath my armpits, I gingerly rolled my ankle, testing it out. Yup. It still hurt. “Will I be ready for the game against Miami next week?”

  “I don’t see why not. In a few days, I’ll wrap it up properly whenever you practice.”

  I gave Dr. Patel a salute and hobbled out of the locker room, wanting to get to my car quickly to call Jasmine right away to apologize. In the parking lot, I saw her leaned up against my car, scrolling through her phone. When she looked up, she ran to me.

  “Omigod. Are you okay?” She folded me into her arms. The smell of her lavender scented hair comforted me instantly.

  “I’m okay. It’s just a sprain. I landed on it awkwardly.”

  She winced, holding up her phone. “I saw.” She took note of the horrified expression on my face. To make me feel better, she added, “The goal was fantastic, though. You know, the second one.”

  I laughed. “Wow. The power of smartphone technology.”

  Jasmine giggled. “It didn’t look so bad. It didn’t look great, but not so so bad.”

  Happy she was there, I held onto her, feeling her warmth against me. “How long have you been out here waiting for me?”

  “I went to the game, but you weren’t on the field. I asked some people in the stands and they said you were hurt and showed me the videos.” Jasmine squeezed me tightly. “I was so worried!”

  “I’m okay. The doc said I’ll be in good shape in a few days.”

  “That’s great. The Gators are going to need you in the Miami game.” She rubbed my lower back with her palm.

  Jasmine cared about me. She had little interest in soccer, but she followed my game schedule and cheered me on. With everything she had going, she made space in her mental capacity to think about me and things important to me.

  How could I have doubted she cared for me?

  “Can you come home with me and spend the night?” I was fully prepared to understand if she said she couldn’t.

  Jasmine’s cheeks blushed. “I was hoping you still wanted me to.” She looped her arm gently around my waist, leading me to the passenger side. “I’ll drive.”

  In my Rover, Jasmine had to push up the driver seat really close to the steering wheel. I teased her. “I’ll get a booster seat for you next time.”

  She slapped my shoulder playfully. “I’m not that short! It’s just this car is too big.”

  As we drove out of the parking lot, I didn’t want to ruin the moment, but if I didn’t ask it would bug me all night. “Does your dad know you’re with me?”

  Jasmine’s sunny face dropped into an apologetic expression. She stared straight ahead. “No. He doesn’t.” I watched as she braced herself for my response, actually wincing for the counterattack.

  I felt awful for making her feel so on guard about everything. Leaning over and rubbing her knee, I kissed her on the nose. “That’s okay. As long, as we can be together that’s all that matters to me.”

  Jasmine’s elated face returned. Squeezing my knee back, she said, “Thank you, Alex.”

  Jasmine

  I met with Rebecca at Orange Spot for coffee. Orange Spot was a cozy little coffee house that made up for its lack of size with kitschy endearing charm. Knit orange and green gators hung from the ceiling. Each table was overlain with glass protecting felt woodland animals smiling up at you.

  It felt good to talk to someone who knew my family, my mother included. Pouring my heart out over a caramel latte, I told Rebecca everything. She listened kindly and wasn’t pushy with her observations or suggestions. It was too bad I had refused her friendship when I was a kid. She was the perfect person to talk to about life’s dilemmas.

  She squeezed my hand from across the tiny table. “Your father loves you very much.”

  “It doesn’t feel like it sometimes.” I fidgeted with my coffee cup’s handle looking down at a baby deer who had a sparrow perched on his antler.

  She rested her chin on her hand, grinning. “When you were growing up, your father would ask me for advice about you. He was worried he’d screw up raising a teenage daughter on his own.”

  I shook my head in disbelief. “I didn’t know that.”

  “You know all those walks your father and I took around the farm.” She raised her eyebrows. “Still take, on occasion?”

  I nodded, shrugging.
“Ya. You guys talk about dad’s oxen.”

  “Sometimes, but mostly we talked about you. He asked me for advice about you.” She chuckled. “Your dad was terrified to raise a girl all on his own. If you ask me, he did a wonderful job.”

  I sat back into the seat of the chair. “Really? You guys talked about me?”

  "He loves you and your brother so much. I try to tell him he has to let grow a little, but you know your father. Truly stubborn as an ox."

  We both laughed. My father, the ox whisperer, was in fact, himself, an ox. All these years, when my dad was in the paddock with his oxen with Rebecca, they were talking about me? I exhaled slowly. All the things I never knew about my father.

  Earlier that morning, my brother had knocked on my door to tell me my dad still insisted he didn’t need me at the restaurant. Instead of having another uncomfortable day of hiding in the shadows of the kitchen, I decided to stay away from the restaurant.

  After coffee with Rebecca, I went home and caught up with schoolwork. If I was going to spend the night away from home, I needed to make sure I studied beforehand. I had a Biochem exam later that week that I intended to ace. There was so much I needed to cover that I got caught up in enzyme thermodynamics. When I realized what time it was, the game had already started.

  Leaving my car at home in the driveway so my dad wouldn't suspect I'd left, I took an Uber over to the stadium. It took forever to get an Uber driver to come all the way out to Ocala. Finally, a sweet middle-aged Jamaican lady named Katarina picked me up.

  By the time, I’d gotten to the stadium, Alex was not even on the field. I was in a panic that he was really hurt. I blamed myself for not being there. Seeing him upright and okay, staggering into the parking lot, my panic and worry lifted. I was so happy he was okay.

  When we got back to his apartment, we weren’t in a frenzied rush like the last time I’d been there. Not just because Alex’s ankle was sprained but because we had the whole night in front of us to be together.

  Kneeling, I gently unwrapped the bandage from Alex’s swollen ankle. It looked so puffy I kissed it. “Poor ankle.” I giggled feeling silly, but when I looked up at Alex’s face, he was charmed by my kiss.

  He smiled devilishly. “I think I’m going to need your help in the shower.”

  I stood up, laughing. “You think so?”

  He pulled me to him burying his face in my stomach. He nodded and said in a muffled voice, “Yes. Definitely.”

  I felt my face heat with a blush. “I’ve never taken a shower with a boy before.”

  Alex stood up carefully. Limping towards the bathroom, he said, “Good. Because you are about to take one with a man.”

  He had one of those large walk-in showers in his gorgeous blue and white tiled bathroom. There was more than enough space for the two of us. To my delight, the shower was designed with a tiled bench.

  “Have I ever told you before that I love your bathroom? It’s perfect for couples.” The gleaming white his and her sinks were marvelously large with tons of space.

  I stepped into the shower as Alex turned on the faucet and a glorious spray of water fell from the oversized rain shower head. He slipped his arms around me as the warm water came down on us.

  “You think you can handle me when you’re injured?” I looked down at his ankle.

  Alex hopped over to the tiled bench and sat down. “That’s what this is for.” He watched me standing under the water, rivulets streaming down my body. I loved his eyes on me, devouring every inch of my body. I tilted my head back and arched my back, letting the water splash down on my face. Under the rush of water, I heard Alex murmur in appreciation. “God, you look so good.”

  Turning my back to him, I looked over my shoulder and smiled seductively. I bent over; water slipped down my round ass. Grabbing a bath pouf, I squeezed a generous amount of liquid soap into it. I lathered myself up while looking into Alex’s eyes. Alex’s cock grew hard and thick while I ran my hands up and down my sudsy body. Alex gripped his lengthening dick with his hand. My mouth watered for it.

  I came over to him and began to soap his rock hard body down. He licked my nipples, but I pushed him back gently. “You’re dirty. Not until you’re clean.”

  He bit his bottom lip looking up at me in pure desire. “I like being dirty.”

  “I know you do.” I ran the pouf all over his body down his back, his firm ass, between his legs, and down his strong calves. I positioned the shower head so the water hit his torso at an angle. It rolled down his taut abdomen.

  I knelt down in front of Alex and took his entire cock into my wet mouth. I wrapped my lips tightly around it and sucked firmly. Alex’s hand gently caressed the top of my head as he murmured in pleasure, “Jasmine. Jasmine.”

  Hearing my name on his lips made me suck harder. My tongue twirled around his tip. I could taste his salty pre-cum. The briny taste turned me on. Shoving his rigid dick down my throat, I could feel my pussy warming and throbbing in excitement. Alex’s fingers tangled into my hair as his thighs tensed.

  I wanted to suck him off until he came into my mouth, but Alex gently pushed me away. “I want to be inside you right now.” He pointed at one of the drawers underneath the sink. “There are condoms in there.”

  Dripping, I shimmied out of the shower to the sink. I bent over pushing my ass out to reach for the condoms in the drawer. Alex groaned, “You’re killing me, Jasmine!” Grabbing a condom and ripping it open with my teeth, I gave him a sultry smile.

  With my pussy aching for him, I quickly slipped the condom on his magnificent cock. Before Alex had a chance to speak, I straddled him easing my hungry cunt down on his dick. The pressure of his girth and length was wonderfully intense. I gasped from the breathtaking sensation.

  “You’re so tight. It’s so wet.” Alex whimpered. His hands were tight and firm around my waist.

  I kissed him hard on the mouth while I lifted my pussy slowly up the length of his cock. Then, I slammed my body down with force, feeling his dick fill me up deep.

  Alex squeezed my ass firmly. “Your hands feel so good on my body,” I murmured. He licked and sucked my nipple with his mouth and tweaked the other with his fingers. I cried out in pleasure.

  I arched my back against the stream of water, loving the sensation of the water against my skin. Alex grabbed my hips while I swiveled them. I wiggled and bounced on his cock screaming out. “Alex!”

  Wrapping my legs around his waist, I shut my eyes tight feeling my pussy quiver softly then harder until I came with thunderous force. I could feel Alex’s mouth kissing me all over as I shuddered and bucked in his lap.

  Out of breath, I opened my eyes and saw that he was smiling at me. “You look hot when you come.”

  I bounced up and down on his cock again. “Your turn.”

  He gripped my hips to stop me. “Whoa there. I want to finish on the bed.”

  Lifting myself up off his still hard dick, I said, “You can keep going?”

  He held his thick cock in his hand and shook it at me playfully. “I can go all night.” My pussy tightened when he said this. I was ready for another round.

  On the bed, Alex turned me over on my hands and knees. He buried his face into my pussy with vigor. His stuck his tongue inside of me. The marvelous feeling sent shivers up my spine making me throw my head back into a sumptuous moan.

  His hand reached under to play with my swollen clit. He teased my hard little button with a tight circular motion. A tingling sensation rose up from my pussy and exploded throughout my body. Shuddering, I screamed, “I’m coming, Alex!”

  Alex pulled his mouth away from my quivering cunt. On his knees, he quickly pushed his sturdy dick inside me. Slipping between my trembling pussy lips, he thrust into me deep leaving me panting. Alex ran a tender hand down from my neck to my ass. Craning my head around to see his face, I grinned. “I love you.”

  Alex cupped my chin with his hand and said, “I love you.” I kissed his thumb. I loved this man so much. />
  Alex held onto my hips while thrusting into me. Pushing back against him, I wanted him as deep into my pussy as possible. I watched in fascination as Alex’s eyes tightened. His thrusts became harder and faster. Deep inside my cunt, I felt a spectacular tingle again. The tingling erupted into a pleasantly violent orgasm.

  I shook as Alex let out a clamoring groan. He collapsed next to me sweaty and out of breath. I fell into his arms looking around his bedroom feeling safe and loved.

  He kissed me on the cheek sweetly. “I love having you here.”

  I looked up at him. His brown eyes shone in the dim light. He was so handsome. It felt so wonderful and comfortable to be in his arms. After a few moments, my eyes felt too heavy to keep open. All my problems: my dad, Joseph, the restaurant, school, they all fell away. Sleep gently pulled me towards it.

  Alex whispered, “Move in with me. Let me take care of you. You can quit the restaurant and just focus on school.”

  His sweet words touched me so much. I was speechless with no idea what to say. So I kept my eyes shut and pretended I was asleep.

  Jasmine

  Katarina, my Uber driver from the night before, was kind enough to ask me if I needed a ride back into Ocala. Uber drivers generally refused fares from Gainesville into Ocala and vice versa, complaining the drive into the boondocks wasn’t worth it. Honestly, I didn’t blame them. It probably wasn’t. I knew that I would likely have a devil of a time getting a ride back home the next day.

  “I’m not going to need to go back to Ocala until tomorrow morning,” I told Katarina who watched me gather my stuff to hop out of her Honda Pilot.

  She smiled generously. “No worries. What time?”

  There was no way I could ask this sweet lady to take me back to farm country at the break of dawn. I shook my head. “No, ma’am. That’s okay. It’s going to be very early. I can find my way back.” I was sure Alex could just drive me back.

  Katarina wagged her finger at me. “I have a daughter about your age, Miss Jasmine. Nothing would make me happier than to make sure you get home when you need to.”