Romance: Seducing The Quarterback

by Stacie Duncan

  “I have to go to the bathroom.” I got up from my seat and walked quickly into the bathroom. I heard him call my name before I entered in it. There were a few women in the bathroom when I entered into a stall. I didn’t really have to go but I sat down onto the porcelain seat and pulled out my cellphone. I surfed through the web for a few minutes before Gerald became too suspicious and came looking for me. I exited the stall, washed my hands since there were people in there and I didn’t want them to think that I was trifling.

  “What took you so long?” Gerald asked once I’d returned to my seat. I stared at him blankly.

  “I’m sorry for being a woman and just can’t whip it out of my pants” I saw his face heating up under my gaze. He averted his eyes from mine.

  “Oh, I’m sorry.” Gerald muttered under his breath. It was now official; my evening had gone straight to hell. We ate the remainder of our food in silence and after he paid the bill, he drove me home. “I had fun,” Gerald said after ten minutes of awkward silence. I didn’t really have fun since our conversation turned sour after he kept questioning my employment choices.

  “Same here” I said and leaned over to give him a quick kiss on the lips. He grabbed my wrist before I got out of the car.

  “Can I come in for a little while?” Gerald asked and I sighed on the inside. Gerald was really trying to get me to have sex with him and I wasn’t ready. At twenty-four years old I was still a virgin and I wanted to keep it that way. Gerald and I have been together for a few months and even though I liked him and he really liked me, I didn’t want to give myself to him yet. I wasn’t entirely sure if he was the one for me yet.

  “I’m really tired, maybe some other time.” He released my wrist then and I got out of the car. I lived at home with my mother still because I didn’t make enough to live on my own yet, so I kind of understood what Gerald meant about me finding something better. “I’m home!” I called out to my mother once I was fully in the house.

  “Good evening, how was work?” My mother came out of the kitchen and made her way to me. She kissed me lightly on the forehead before she picked up some of the mail that was still on the floor in the hallway.

  “I had to work as the manager today because Justine called in sick.”

  “Are they going to give you her pay for the day?” My mother asked raising her eyebrow.

  “They better,” I said laughing. She patted me on the back and began throwing away junk mail.

  “Your plate’s in the microwave.” I had barely eaten anything at the restaurant because I was in a bad mood, so I decided to eat the plate that my mother fixed for me. I felt bad as I made my way through the macaroni and cheese. I’m a bigger girl which I am always reminded of when I ate. It’s just that food never hurts me or pisses me off and it’s always there for me when I had a long day. I could turn to food when I couldn’t turn to anyone else. So I continued eating my macaroni and cheese telling myself that it was helping me in the long run. After I ate I went back into the hallway to see if I had some mail. I saw an envelope with my name on it.

  “Mom, Jeremy’s having a little party at his place on Wednesday. We’re going?” Jeremy was my stepbrother on my father’s side and he was apparently a billionaire. I’ve only saw him a few times as adults, but judging by the way he dresses, he definitely had a lot of money.

  “Honey, no offense but I really don’t want to see your father and I know he’s going to be there.” My mother and father didn’t get along at all. My father had cheated on my mother when she was pregnant with me with a woman who had a young child, Jeffery. Ultimately my mother left my father, and shortly after that he had created a successful business and had married his mistress. Shockingly, he still wanted to be in my life and tried to see me as much as possible on the weekends, but he never really took me around his new family. I understood how my mother felt so I didn’t press her any further on the situation.

  “I guess I’ll take Gerald.” Gerald would love the atmosphere of being around all of the wealthy people who were surely going to be at the event. However, I knew that it’ll make him push me harder about getting another job. I wasn’t looking forward to that, but if I didn’t take him, he’d never let me hear the end of it. Gerald made it his goal to take me to every event that he went to. He bought me clothes for the occasion and even paid to have my hair and make-up done. I was starting to think that Gerald was trying to change me to better fit his image of a girlfriend, but I knew that wasn’t entirely true because he looks at me with need all of the time. I couldn’t blame him, other than my weight I was a knockout. I was five foot five with naturally big breasts and curvy all over. My skin was delicate and blemish free and I always kept myself well groomed. I wore clothes that complimented my body type, but also screamed that I had confidence. My dark brown hair flowed past my shoulders and Gerald couldn’t keep his hands out of it.

  I was rather surprised when gorgeous Gerald came into the café one day and asked for me specifically to wait on him. He’s a little on the short side, maybe five ten, but he made up for it by wearing expensive suits and keeping his facial hair and head groomed. His teeth were a brilliant white and his eyes were so dark that I thought they would suck me in if I looked too deeply into them. With all of the thin model type women there, I was even more baffled when he asked me for my number. I got stared at a lot by men, but the men who looked at me were nowhere near as wealthy as Gerald. I was very fortunate to have met Gerald there that evening because he really changed my life for the better. Nowadays, however, our relationship had gotten a little dull, he was still sweet, but he was becoming a little too arrogant and controlling.

  “It’s not Jeffery’s fault that his father’s an asshole. Give him my regards.” My mother shouted from the other room. My mother didn’t see Jeffery as he was growing up. The few times that she did see him when he was younger hurt her deeply. He really looked like the woman that my father cheated on my mother with. My mother wouldn’t admit this, but she hated Jeffery for being the son of a home wrecking whore. My mother told my father that he was not to have his son in the car when I was with him. My father would argue that I had the right to spend time with my brother, but my mother always countered that the runt wasn’t her son, therefore I had no brother. His biological child or not, my father would say to not speak about his son like he was nothing. My mother said nothing then, she just called me over to them a planted a kiss on my head.

  “You can come home anytime you want even if it’s ten minutes from now,” my mom would tell me. She hated me spending time with my father, but she had to do as the court said, so she reluctantly allowed me to go with him. On a few occasions, my dad would pick up Jeffery and take us to the park. Jeffery was older than me by a few years, so he didn’t play with me that much, but he did push me on the swings. I thought he was okay. I didn’t hate my stepbrother at all, so it wouldn’t hurt for me to go to this party. If I was lucky, I’d get a chance to see my father who I hadn’t seen in a while.

  Chapter Two

  When I asked Gerald to accompany me to Jeffery’s party he was ecstatic.

  “I’ll take you to get a dress, what you have at home is not sufficient enough for this party.” I glared at him from the table at the café I worked at. Gerald decided to surprise me during my lunch break with flowers, so I treated him to lunch.

  “What’s wrong with what I have at home? You don’t complain about my outfits when we go out.” Gerald shook his head.

  “You look amazing in everything you wear, but we’re talking about billionaire Jeffrey Rogue’s party. You have to wear something that matches his lifestyle.” I was unable to hold back my sigh.

  “Whatever,” I said. There was no use in talking with him when it came to stuff like this. Gerald made a sad face at me.

  “I don’t mean to make you feel bad. I just want you to look your very best.” He reached out his hand to me and held mine. I knew he meant no harm, but I hated that he treated me like someone who he could change w
henever the need struck him.

  “I know,” I said stroking the back of his hand with my thumb. He means well but he goes about it in a terrible way. He looked at his watch and stood up quickly.

  “I’m sorry sweetie, but I have to head back to work.” Gerald kissed me softly on the lips. “I’ll pick you up tonight and we’ll go shopping.” I nodded my head and picked up the flowers. He walked quickly out of the café and I waved to him from the door. When he had driven off, I took my flowers into the back room and placed them on my locker. My lunch break was over and it was time for me to get back to work.

  Like he promised, Gerald was there at exactly 5:30 to pick me up from work. I slid into his Mercedes Benz and he drove off.

  “I hope the rest of your day was good,” he said once he had picked up a good speed to put his car into cruise mode. The day was uneventful, boring and slow, but I did make some good tips from the people that came, so I couldn’t complain completely.

  “It was okay. How were things at the office?” Gerald began to go on and on about every little thing that annoyed him at work today. One of his secretaries called off because she came down with the flu and an important business meeting was cancelled today. The best part of his day was seeing me at lunch. “Well, I’m sure tomorrow would be a lot better for you.” I didn’t know what to say to him. Gerald and I worked in different worlds, what bothered me the most doing my day was stepping on bubble gum that someone carelessly spat onto the floor. Gerald complained about possibly losing a million dollar deal.

  “I hope so,” he said once we pulled up at a fancy clothing store. The name of the store was in French, so I knew the store was probably incredibly expensive.

  “Bonjour!” a man exclaimed in a horrible French accent once we enter the store. Gerald smiled and walked closer to the man with his hands extended.

  “Leandro, it’s good to see you. How’s business?” Leandro ran his hands through his overly greased hair and smiled.

  “Business is good, even better since you’ve walked in.” Gerald must have been a regular here. “So who is this beautiful plump woman?” I blushed; I couldn’t believe he just said that. I looked over to Gerald expecting him to say something, but all he did was smile and pull me closer to him.

  “This young woman is my girlfriend, Michelle. Leandro we’re going to a high class party tomorrow night. I want you to make her shine.” Leandro’s smile widened at that. He walked over to me looking me over.

  “I will make you the talk of the town,” Leandro placed his hand on the small of my back and guided me towards the women’s section. “I normally don’t have many full figure women in here, but I should have some clothes to fit you towards the back.” He was really starting to irritate my soul. I didn’t know why Gerald took me here anyways; this store was obviously aimed for smaller women. “Ah here we are.” The section that Leandro took us too was laugh worthy because there was only four dresses aimed at plus size women.

  “Is this all that you have?” I asked even though I already knew the answer to that. He scratched his head and thought for a moment.

  “Yes, you see like I was saying before…”

  “Let’s see if any of these are my size.” I said cutting him off quickly, when we left here I was seriously going to have a word with Gerald. The dresses that he had weren’t really my style, but I picked up one that I thought that I could fit. “Do you have a dressing room?” Smiling brightly Leandro led the way.

  “I want to see the dress once you’ve tried it on.”

  “Okay mother,” I shouted back and I could literally feel Gerald staring at the back of my head embarrassed. It took me some time to put on the dress because I didn’t know how to put it on. There were openings all over the dress and I wasn’t sure which part to put my head into.

  “Is everything alright in there?” Leandro asked.

  “Yes, I’m about to come out now.” I walked out of the too small fitting room and I stood embarrassed in front of the two men. I personally felt a little exposed because the dress was pretty revealing. I thought that Gerald would definitely say no to the dress, but he smiled at me with desire filled eyes.

  “You look absolutely breathtaking,” he said to me planting a firm kiss onto my lips. I blushed slightly since he did that with Leandro watching.

  “Ah, absolutely stunning,” Leandro said walking over to us. “To be honest I wasn’t sure if the dress would look this amazing on you. Looks like I was wrong.” I swear if this man disrespects me one more time I’ll step on his nicely polished shoes.

  “We’ll take it.” Gerald said happily. I looked at him, the dress was okay but I wanted to try another store.

  “Can’t we try somewhere else? This isn’t really my style.” Gerald shook his head.

  “Sweetheart, you’d be the talk of the whole party if you wear this. Go take it off so it doesn’t get ruined.” I turned around quickly so that the two men wouldn’t see the scowl that formed on my face.

  “That’ll be $3,000. Will that be cash or credit?” I heard Leandro say just as I disappeared behind the curtains.

  Chapter Three

  “That’s a new look on you.” My mother said once I had come downstairs wearing the dress that Gerald bought me the other day.

  “If you don’t like it just say so,” I said. My mother shook her head.

  “I think it looks great on you, I’m just saying that it’s different.” She walked over to me and examined the fabric. “Is this a designer dress?”

  “Of course, that’s all that Gerald buys me. I personally don’t like the dress. It’s uncomfortable and it’s showing a little too much.” The fabric of the dress barely held up my Double D‘s which was terrible considering I couldn’t wear a bra with it. If I make a wrong turn, my breasts would surely come popping out of my dress for everyone to see.

  “I will admit that this dress isn’t that good for people with a little more up top.” My mother helped me adjust my dress so that I wouldn’t accidently flash anyone. The doorbell rang just as I was contemplating changing into something else. “Gerald, it’s so nice to see you again.” My mother beamed when she opened the door for my boyfriend. Gerald hugged my mother and kissed her on both of her cheeks.

  “It’s good to see you again too, Melony. I hope you are doing well?” Gerald said before his eyes fell on me when I walked into the hallway. His mouth fell opened and to my embarrassment I could see the lust in his eyes. He quickly composed himself sense he still had my mother in his arms. Letting her go, he walked over to me and kissed me on the forehead. “Wow, you look amazing.” Gerald said almost like he was out of breath. I couldn’t help it, but the way he was looking at me then, sent a dull ache between my thighs.

  “Thank you, so do you.” I said removing myself from his arms. After all, my mother was standing right there. My mother looked from him to me and shook her head.

  “You kids need to head on out. Save all of this lovey dovey nonsense until you’re in the car.” My mother shooed us out of the house and handed me my purse before she closed the door. “Have a good time sweetheart.” Gerald held my hand as we walked to the car, he held the door opened for me and I blushed at his sentiment.

  “Absolutely stunning,” he said as he turned the engine on. “I’d be really grateful if you’d consider letting me inside of you tonight.” I laughed at how bold he was.

  “Think again.” He mumbled but said nothing else.

  ***

  When we pulled up in front of Jeffery’s place, I was surprised that he owned a mansion. Gerald killed the engine and got out of the car.

  “Why are you so surprised about where he lives? He is your stepbrother and I think you should visit him sometimes. Who knows, maybe he’d be willing to give you a job at one of his companies since you don’t want to work for me.” Damn it! He had to blow the little excitement that I was getting by bringing that shit up now. I glared at him and he shrugged. “I’m just trying to help” I didn’t say anything to that. I held
my head up high and made my way to the massive front door.

  “Ms. Stewart, it’s a pleasure to see you here.” A tall older man said as we made it to the door. I had absolutely no idea who the man was and how exactly he knew me. “I’m Charles, Jeffery’s butler. You’re his sister Michelle correct?” I was surprised that the man knew me without me ever stepping foot into this house. I guess my father must have showed him a picture of me or something.

  “Yes, it’s great to meet you too, Charles.” I said as I shook his hand awkwardly. Gerald shook his hand as well and I was shock when the butler greeted him by first name too.

  “He’s paid to know the names of everyone attending this party.” Gerald said whispering into my ear.

  “But how does he know you?” I asked. Gerald had some wealth but he wasn’t famously wealthy. “I didn’t tell them who I was bringing.” Gerald frowned at my response.

  “These people are paid to know these things without being told.” It was apparent that I offended him, so I decided to keep my mouth closed as we were being ushered into the main hall. The house was so big that I couldn’t believe that it was a house! When we entered into the main hall, I was surprised by how many sophisticated people were here. Looking at the people actually made me feel a bit out of place and I reached my hand up to cover my cleavage.

  “I don’t think I’m dressed well enough,” I leaned over to whisper to Gerald, but he appeared to not have heard a word that I had said to him. He looked around the room in astonishment and I knew that he was thinking that one day he’d have something similar. “Gerald” I said squeezing his hand. He looked down at me briefly before looking back at the room.

  “You look amazing, stop being so self-conscious.” I sighed. I shouldn’t have brought him here, being around all of these stuck up rich people was surely going to add to his already arrogant personality.