by London Casey
I followed the ball all the way down the field.
I understood it… he was strong. He was a beast. Fine.
But then something happened.
The football came down and landed right in one of the garbage cans.
“Fuck yeah!” Roman yelled and threw his hands up.
Wow.
It was really impressive to see. To line up that kind of throw was talent. Raw talent.
“Watch this!” Roman yelled, his voice carrying through the dome.
He hiked the ball to himself again and threw another pass. Just like the first one, it carried all the way down the field and dropped into the other garbage can.
Roman grabbed a third ball and jumped back, quickly throwing it. He then stepped back a few steps and stopped. The ball still had spiral and power behind it. It looked like it was going to drop down in the first garbage can. At the last second though, it came down too quick and hit a couple feet in front of it.
Then there was silence.
From my distance I could see the anger crawl across Roman’s face. He grabbed the bag of balls and swung them over his head and let the bag go. He ran down the field and grabbed the first garbage can and threw it like it weighed nothing.
He went to do the same with the second one and I realized this was what I needed to keep him from doing. From jumping off the edge and going crazy. When he got done tossing the second garbage can, he kicked open a door and disappeared.
I stood there, trying to figure out what just happened.
How was I going to calm him down? He was bigger, faster, stronger. He was the beast. I was simply the prey.
But I did have something he didn’t…
I laughed to myself when a thought came to me.
But it was probably the only thing that would work.
I’m going to show him my boobs to calm him down.
(Roman)
As soon as the ball fucking left my hand, I knew it was going to fall fucking short. Just like in the game. Now, if it had been the right receiver in the right situation, he could easily spin, juke, and lunge forward into the end zone. A few thousand heavy weighted squats in the off season would build up your legs and give you that power for those extra few feet.
Where was my star receiver right then?
Thousands of miles away, on a fucking island, drinking some drink with a little umbrella sticking out of it.
I opened the room to the weight room and grabbed a fifty-pound dumbbell. I looked at myself in the mirror, sweaty and pissed off.
You’re nothing, boy. You ain’t ever been nothing. You couldn’t even come out of your momma’s cunt the right way. Huh? Does that hurt you? You want to hurt, boy? You want to cry, son? Let me show you pain.
I curled the fifty-pound weight and grunted.
The only way to fix the throw was to work at it. I couldn’t rely on my receivers. I needed to put the ball in the end zone when it came down to crunch time. When the fucking clock hit zero, all eyes were on me.
I curled a ten set and switched hands. My left arm was as strong as my right. My bicep looked like a boulder, veins pulsing, muscle working hard to hold the weight and move it.
I finished and grabbed a fifty-five.
Three curls in, I saw the door open behind me.
Willow.
Who the fuck was named that? And a lawyer? In the middle of the night.
I was going to kill Ted for this. He wanted to keep me distracted? And he sends this?
She looked uncomfortable in her women’s suit and looked even more uncomfortable in those heels. Christ, I was a foot taller than her when she wore heels. I wanted to see her without the heels on. Fuck that, I wanted to see her with nothing on. I’d fuck her eight ways throughout the entire gym. I’d make it so she couldn’t walk for days.
Instead, I stood there and stared at her in the reflection of the mirror as I curled the weight. I switched hands, finished my set, and grabbed the sixties. My arms were on fire. My biceps felt torn like a piece of paper. All that did though was piss me off even more. Worse yet, my cock ached in my shorts. I felt my heart pumping hard and fast, trying to send blood to my muscles for strength, but also sending blood down to my dick. I was a breath away from getting hard when I finally looked away from Willow.
I put the weight down and stood there, head down, trying to calm myself.
“It was close,” she said.
I slowly looked up, seeing her approaching me.
“That’s what you want to say?” I asked. “That it was close?” I turned, not giving a shit that my cock was pretty damn visible against my shorts. “You want to go say that to the owner of the team? We win that game, we keep the season alive. That means more ticket sales, more food sales, more merchandise. Don’t forget, more rip-off parking. Right? My name stays in the spotlight, I sell more jerseys. You want to go say that to all the fans who fork over all that money to watch me play?”
“Jesus, Roman,” Willow said and swallowed hard.
“Yeah, exactly.” I pushed from the weights and walked right to her again. “Do what you have to do while you’re here, okay? But don’t fucking talk to me about what I do for a living. Got it?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry.”
“Good. Now, this is a practice facility. I don’t think there’s much trouble I can get into here. Or, wait, we were supposed to talk about my legal troubles. My apologies, Willow. Go ahead. Talk to me.”
I folded my arms and waited.
Her eyes went wide and she tried to collect herself. “Well… it’s obvious that you have a pattern, Roman. I guess my job is to fix that pattern. Stop it from happening. Because eventually it will catch up to you. Maybe punching a guy isn’t a big deal. Or pissing on a camera isn’t a big deal. Over time? That all adds up. It’s going to get you.”
“Did you see the pictures?”
“What?”
“Did you see the pictures? Of me pissing on the camera.”
Her cheeks blushed a little. Yeah, she saw them.
“I saw them,” she said.
“What did you think?”
“Of what?”
I smiled. “You saw it. You want to see it again?”
“No.”
“Liar. You must be a great lawyer.”
“If I was so great I wouldn’t be here in the middle of the night with you.”
“Maybe this is exactly where you need to be, sweetie.”
“Oh, you’re going to play the fate card with me?” Willow asked.
I laughed. “No. I don’t believe in fate. I create fate.” I inched toward her. “So, if Ted is going to throw this temptation at me, I’m going to take it. Understand?”
Willow put a hand out and touched my shirt. “Why don’t you go back to throwing balls around?”
“I’ve got something you can do with my balls.”
“Real nice.”
“What do you want? A fucking dozen roses?” I slipped by Willow. “I’ll be in the shower.”
I felt her watching me walk away.
Then she called out, “I lost a big case.”
I froze. “What?”
“I lost a big case. That’s why I’m here. I understand what it feels like. To, you know, make that throw and come up just a little short. It sucks, Roman. It’s a shitty feeling.”
I curled my lip, knowing she wasn’t going to join me in the shower tonight. She would, eventually though. But tonight, fuck it.
“I didn’t ask,” I said. “I don’t give a damn about your job, or your case. If you’re not going to join me in the shower, then get the fuck out of here. Go sit in your car and wait for me to leave. I’m not going to burn anything down tonight, sweetie.”
With that said and done, I left the gym and made a line for the showers.
I didn’t need sympathy and I didn’t need to hear someone else’s problems.
I stripped myself naked and stepped into the showers. I turned one of the nozzles on and stood in the ice cold water for
a few seconds, hoping it would cool me down. I stared down and watched my dick as it throbbed.
No cooling down tonight, man.
The water started to get warm and then hot.
I gave it a few more seconds and looked to my right. I thought about Willow and if she appeared right there. Standing in nothing but those fucking heels. I’d put her against the wall and get behind her.
“Shit,” I whispered.
I looked down again and my dick was lifting up. It was full, hard and ready.
I shut my eyes and grabbed myself.
I sighed as I started to stroke myself.
It was better than nothing, but it was more than just me jerking off.
Willow started this… and I was going to finish it.
(Willow)
I wasn’t sure what to do.
I wanted to punch him in the face. I also wanted to cry. He was a complete asshole. And I felt completely punished because I had to be the one to watch him and keep him out of trouble.
Of course the guy couldn’t just be an asshole, could he? He had to be a sexy asshole. The way he looked at me, made those dumb comments, it all got to me. I let him get to me. I let him win tonight.
But I wasn’t going to get into a shower with him.
At least I won that part of the night.
I left the gym and looked down the hall. I could faintly hear the sound of the shower running. He was just feet away, standing naked, water crashing against this rock hard body. It was tempting, but it could never happen. I couldn’t fuck up my job even worse.
I went back to the field area and went right for Roman’s bag. Was it an invasion of his privacy? Totally. Don’t forget though, he was the one who took his penis out for everyone to see and take pictures of. So what privacy did he have?
I wanted to make sure he didn’t have any drugs or guns or something. That was it. I wasn’t exactly sure what I had gotten into here and Roman wasn’t an easy person to get information from. Again, maybe next time I’d just lift up my shirt and bra and see what would happen. My fear? He’d come at me. Touch me. Those huge hands of his could easily cup me…
“Stop,” I whispered as I felt heat rush to my cheeks.
I had to stop thinking that stuff.
I opened Roman’s bag and saw clothes. Shoes. A football. I started to dig around and picked up the smell of his cologne and clean clothes. The two combined and made me want him. I pushed his jeans out of the way and found the bottom of the bag.
There were no weapons.
His car though.
I wasn’t about to break into his car.
There was a small compartment in the bag and I unzipped. I found a check. I had no business unfolding it, but I was curious.
The check was for one hundred thousand dollars. And it was written out to a non-profit company for women in need of aid and shelter from domestic abuse. I gasped when I saw the check and I studied it for a good minute. The account written from wasn’t Roman’s name though. But the signature was his. I could easily tell by the defined and large R in the name.
Was he donating this money? Did he do that a lot?
Something like that was a big deal. But I hadn’t read anything about Roman making donations. Everything about him was just bad news.
I hurried to hide the check and I left the field and the practice facility.
I sat in my car until I saw Roman exit the building. Just like Ted had wanted, it was way after closing time for all the bars and clubs in the city. Roman basically had no choice but to go home and sleep.
I sped away before he could see me or want to come near my car.
I had had enough of Roman for one night.
But I knew… this was only the beginning.
I got up too early that morning and had to get to the office. I was running on four hours of sleep and coffee wasn’t going to cut it. My plan was to take half a day and sleep the rest of the afternoon off. Of course, I’d have to check in with Roman. See what he was up to and what I could do to keep him under control.
When I got to the office, I sat there on my computer for an hour looking up football stuff. Rules, terms, looking at videos of Roman’s plays. Trying to see if there was anything I could learn to talk to him about. Or better yet - maybe I could convince Roman to go away. Maybe he would take a few weeks and go on a vacation or something. Then I could force Ted and Jay to make me go with him. A free vacation while getting paid?
I switched from football mode to lawyer mode. I opened a folder of a deposition and got through two lines before I heard a booming voice.
“Which door?”
I looked up just in time to see the monster of a figure appear through my frosted glass door.
“Is this it?”
Holy shit, it was Roman.
The door opened and he came storming in, anger spread across his face.
He slammed the door behind him and locked it.
I stood up.
“Roman,” I said. “Good morning.”
“Fuck that,” he growled.
He walked right to the desk and looked ready to flip it over.
“What’s going on?”
“I’m going to ask you this once,” he said. “Don’t fucking lie to me, sweetie.”
“Okay.”
“My bag,” he said. “I left it on the field. It was zippered. I got out of the shower and my bag was unzipped and a mess.”
Fuck.
How stupid could I have been?
I had dug through his bag and just walked away. I hadn’t bothered to make everything look organized or whatever version of organized Roman believed in. Not to mention I didn’t even zip it back up.
“Roman, calm down,” I said.
“Don’t tell me to calm down,” he growled at me. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
I swallowed hard. “You know what? I don’t give a damn, Roman. It’s my job to make sure you don’t end up in damn jail. Okay? You want to brag about the size of your dick? Do it to someone else. I’m trying to figure out who the hell you are and why you act the way you do. When I’m told to keep you out of trouble, what am I supposed to do? I was checking your bag for a gun or drugs or something. I don’t know.”
Roman nodded. “So you’re my babysitter. Tell you what, sweetie.”
He leaned over the desk at me. His eyes were so fucking beautiful. He smelled so fucking good. He oozed with anger and sex. I craved him.
“What?” I asked.
“Stay out of my bag. Stay out of my life. When I shit my pants, then I’ll call you to come wipe my ass.”
Roman turned and walked away.
“I saw the check,” I yelled. “And my job is on the line with you, Roman. This is a big deal for me.”
Roman froze and shook his head.
“I’m just trying to help you,” I said. “That check… that’s important. It’s thoughtful what you…”
“Let that go,” Roman said. “You don’t get it. You don’t need to get it. I’m not going to be a poster boy for right. I’m wrong. I’ll always be wrong. And I don’t give a damn.”
Roman opened the door.
Poor Leslie stood there and had a pen and paper. “Um, Mr. Knight… my father loves the Dragons… um…”
I saw it happening before it did. Roman looked at Leslie and then looked away. He grabbed the paper from her hand and ripped it in half.
Then he walked away.
Leslie was in shock.
“Les, come here,” I said.
She walked into my office, staring at the pen in her hand.
“Hey,” I said. “Don’t worry about him.”
“I didn’t know you were working with him,” she said. “And he’s… rude.”
“I know he is,” I said. “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t know he was coming here today.”
“He just showed up, demanding to see you. I just thought if I got his autograph quick…”
“I’ll make sure that never happens again to yo
u,” I said. “That wasn’t your fault, Leslie. He could have taken a second to sign that.”
“I mean, my dad has shirts, hats, even Roman’s jersey.”
Now I felt like I had to treat Leslie like a child who lost their ice cream on the first lick.
“I’m just really sorry,” I said.
Leslie nodded. “Um, what can I do to help? Does he have files or anything?”
“No. He wasn’t supposed to be here. This is an outside kind of project. He shouldn’t have come here. He should have called me.”
I managed to get Leslie out of the office and then I fell back into my seat and buried my hands into my face.
In a last act of desperation I grabbed my cell and called for Ted.
I’m going to fucking quit this… right now…
“You’re not quitting,” Ted said. “Trust me, it’ll get worse before it gets better.”
“And that helps me how?” I asked. “He just stormed into my office, screaming at me. That I could handle. But he just snubbed my assistant, refusing to sign an autograph for her father. That’s an asshole move.”
“Roman’s an asshole!” Ted yelled and laughed. “What happened last night? What made him come rushing to you today?”
“I went through his bag.”
“Bold.”
“I was trying to find out if he had guns or drugs. Okay? You really didn’t give me much to work with here.”
“What you see with Roman is what you get. He loves to perfect his throws and find a new woman to fuck every night.”
“How comforting.”
“Why? You worried about falling for him?”
I laughed. “Please. These women he fools around with. Are they paid for? Or does he just go for what he wants?”
“You can answer that yourself.”
“Sure. Thanks, Ted.”
“Anytime. Are we done here?”
“No. I found a check. A donation.”
“Ah, now it makes sense.”
“It does?”
“Roman would take pride in you sniffing around his stuff.”
“I wasn’t sniffing.”
“Whatever. But you found something that matters to him.”
“What’s that about?” I asked. “I mean, that’s a pretty big check.”
“That’s just one check,” Ted said. “You should see the others.”