Bedding the Bad Boy (Bad Boys of Football Book 1) (13 page)

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looked good. I felt good. Life was good. Yeah, there was the bullshit with the district attorney to worry about, but my attorneys were paid a lot of money to take care of things for me, so I wasn’t trying to let it get to me too much. Besides, I had more important stuff on my mind. Isla was having my baby. That was a big deal.

“Oh, lookie, lookie, pussy-whipped has decided to join us on this trip,” Jared teased, pointing to me as I stepped onto the team plane.

“Man, give me a break. Just because your stank ass can’t get any,” I joked. “Besides, you know damn well you need me. You would lose if it wasn’t for me.”

Everyone laughed. Everyone was in a jovial mood. Yeah, things were good. Nothing could go wrong now. I wished I’d thought it out when I told Isla to invite her mother. I didn’t realize I’d be out of town on the same weekend she was arriving.

“So, player,” Jared started. “What did you have to buy your girl to get her to let you leave her sight?”

I laughed. As if a woman could tell me what to do. “I didn’t buy her anything. She already has everything she wants. She got me and my three yards of dick,” I joked.

The whole plane ride over, all I could do was think about Isla and how she’d changed my life in such a short time. Before her, I thought my chance at something real was over. I thought I’d missed my one shot at it. Isla was giving me my reputation back, but she was also giving me so much more. I hoped, I wouldn’t fuck it up.

We had a day of practice before the game. That gave us the night off, and for us, that always meant a night out.

“You down to go out, Beck?” Jared asked.

I was always down for a night out. I was an expert at celebrating. And if any event called for a celebration, this was it.

“Yeah, I’m down,” I said, figuring there was no harm in not disclosing that information to Isla. She’d made me promise I’d stay clear of trouble and not end up in the tabloids.

The whole team started laughing.

“What? What the hell is so funny?” I asked, laughing because I knew exactly why they were laughing at me. We all knew few women were fine with their man going out on the town, especially when that man was someone like me, someone with a reputation for collecting women the way some people collected stamps.

“It’s your ass, dude. Isla isn’t like the knuckleheads you usually waste your time with; she’s a black woman. They’re different. They won’t take any shit, especially from a white boy,” Jared warned me.

“I may be a white boy, but I’m a rich mother fucking white boy with a dick three times the size of the average black man, so I think I’ll be alright,” I joked. “You worry about staying out of my way because the nightlife is made for men like me.”

When the plane landed, we were met with a larger crowd than usual. This was a big game. We were playing our division rivals. People were counting on us to win. Vegas had us up by two touchdowns, so for those who bet, their bank accounts were counting on us.

I managed to get to the hotel without any problems. Things were running smoothly. All I had to do was get through the night and win the game. After that, I’d have a few days off to spend with Isla and try harder to persuade her to move into my house. That little apartment she lived in wasn’t fit for a woman like her and how would it look if she stayed there while I lived in a seven-bedroom house?

After we grabbed some lunch, I retreated to my room to call and check in on Isla.

“Hey there,” she answered.

“Hey yourself. Do you miss me?” I asked, relieved to hear the sound of her voice.

“Of course, but someone else misses you more,” she said.

I laughed. “Tell your mom I’m sorry.”

“That’s not who I was talking about. The police came to the house. Didn’t they call you?” Isla sounded upset.

“No, I don’t think so. I didn’t see any messages. What’s up?”

Isla stammered. “They arrested someone.”

“Who? For what? At my house?” My heart started to beat faster.

“No, not at your house. They said they’d placed someone under arrest and would get in contact with you. Maybe you should call them. Okay? Don’t panic,” Isla said. “I’m sure everything is alright. You should give them a call and find out what happened.”

I couldn’t help but panic. I wanted to know who it was. “Isla, I have to go. Again, tell your mom I’m sorry. You two stay at my house as long as you want. Tell her we’ll make a trip to see her soon. Try not to miss me too much. Love you,” I said.

I placed a phone call to my attorneys as soon I hung up with Isla. It went to voicemail.

“Damn!” I hung up and tried the police non-emergency number.

The dispatcher told me the detectives were out of the office, but she’d have them call me back.

Jared texted me. “Are you ready, player?”

I needed a drink. “Yeah, let’s do this.” I texted back.

After a quick shower and another phone call to my attorneys, I was ready to head out and relieve some stress. I figured this would be one of the last times I’d get the opportunity to hang out with the guys. After the baby was born, I intended to spend as much time as I could with him or her. I didn’t care either way. I hoped the baby was healthy because I knew I could take care of the happy part. Easy!

We started in the hotel bar. The atmosphere was light and fun. There weren’t any distractions. It was me and some teammates. As far as I was concerned, I was honoring my promise to Isla.

Two bottles of Merlot later, I was feeling really good. That’s when the crowd got bigger. Someone had leaked, we were there, so naturally the leeches came out in droves to hang out with the team. Drinks were flowing. Bottles were popping. The music got louder and the room got smaller.

“I spot a hottie on three,” Jared nodded toward a drunk blonde.

“I see her,” I answered, noticing her slender figure. She was hot. A couple of months ago, she would have been on my lap three drinks ago, but I wasn’t in the mood. Maybe I was whipped?
Man, how did I let things get this far? I know how. I volunteered for this. I got myself into this. Not too long ago, I was minutes from banging two women and having the time of my life and now, I’m thinking about sitting in rocking chairs, watching my grandchildren play outside in the yard. What the hell!

“You want to take a bite or should I?” Jared gave the hot blonde chick googly eyes.

I took a sip of my drink, tipping my head to him. “No, it’s all you. Have at it; I think she likes your type.”

Jared laughed. “What’s my type? Big, black, and hard?”

“Nope. Big, black, and happy to fuck anyone,” I teased.

I watched him use one of my signature moves on the girl: a head nod and a wink. What did that mean anyway? I never set out to make it a move. It was something I did because I never knew how to respond when someone was staring at me with her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Anyway, the move worked. The girl was high-tailing it for Jared’s lap and his night was made. In the meantime, I was feeling good and enjoying the night. I'd forgotten all about the incident at my house.

“She’s got friends,” Jared said as he slipped his hands up under her short jean skirt.

I nodded. “More for you.”

The blonde spoke to me in a singsong voice. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Tell me something I didn’t know. “So are you,” I replied. I wasn’t lying. She was hot with her tiny waist and Double D’s. I wasn’t always excited about blondes because they came a dime a dozen. If the woman wasn’t blonde, she could easily pay someone to make her blonde, so the thrill was kind of gone. She wasn’t Isla.

“Do you want to party tonight?” Blondie’s attention was on me, but Jared didn’t seem to notice. He kept his hand sliding up and down her skinny thighs while she tried to mind fuck me.

“I am partying,” I said, holding up my drink for her to see.

“The drink can’t do the kind of things my girls and I can do to you,” she purred.

“Damn, girl, slow down. Does your mama know you talk like that?” Jared teased, but the way his hands moved higher up under her skirt, he wasn’t as turned off by it as he pretended to be.

“Where are your girls?” I asked out of curiosity. I guess to call her on her seductive bluff.

She stood up, stopping to stoop down so I could get a full view of her tight ass and Jared would get a peek at the mounds under her blouse. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

The guys and I didn’t bother to wait for her to leave the lounge before we started laughing. We’d met all kinds of women, but this woman was a little bolder than most. I think we all liked it. Something fresh and new or, in her case, probably something she tried on every celebrity she met, but hey if it works, why not?

When she returned, she wasn’t lying. She had two of her equally slutty but hot friends with her and was ready to make good on her naughty promise. “We’re here!”

You sure are, baby
, I thought as my eyes skimmed each of their bodies. These girls were dangerous with a capital Stay-the-fuck-away-from-them, but none of my teammates understood and tripped over themselves to get closer to them and get their needs met, right here in the middle of a crowded lounge.

I had to get out of there. Something about it seemed too convenient. I didn’t care how many drinks were in me, my trouble radar was going off like crazy and I’m pretty sure I had Isla to thank for that.

“Alright guys, have fun. I’m out,” I said as I tried to squeeze through the crowd gathered around the team.

“Wait,” blonde bimbo number one begged me, grabbing the back of my shirt. “Don’t you want this?”

I knew she had exposed herself because the crowd gasped and clapped like they’d seen the second coming of something, but I had to refrain from turning my head to see. That would have been a horrible idea because a fine woman flashing her titties in my face was a direct route to banging her all night long and we both knew it. That’s why she did it.

I played the coward card. It was the only one I could think of o
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short notice. “Sorry, baby. It’s past my bedtime. I have a game to win tomorrow.”

Blondie wasn’t ready to let go, and honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted her to, but I’d made a promise -- a promise to the woman who was having my kid. That meant something to me, so I resisted the urge. It wasn’t easy. This woman wanted me. She wanted me bad.

“I’ll suck you off right here, in front of everyone,” she said, not bothered by the fact, everyone within ten yards could hear her. “Please, Beck. Don’t make me beg… unless...”

The girl had no idea what I liked, but I had a feeling she’d die trying to figure it out.

“Sorry, baby. I really have to go,” I tried again.

She flashed her big, baby blues at me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say there was hatred in them
. Why would this girl hate me? What did I do to her?
When I didn’t respond, she said,
“Well, fuck you then. That’s probably why you like black whores anyway. You can’t handle good, white American women.” She spat her drunken words at me, but they landed her in a mess none of us saw coming. Eighty percent of my teammates were black. None of them appreciated what she said.

Soon, fists were flying, drinks were toppling over and cameras were flashing. It all happened so fast, I didn’t have time to react beyond ducking and dodging debris. That’s when I realized I had to get the hell out of there.

“What the fuck?” I yelled as I pushed past a crowd of onlookers. Before I hit the elevators, police and media were all over the hotel. I knew the promise I’d made to Isla was broken. Another scandal was about to mess up my life.

“Beck, can you tell us what happened in there?” A reporter asked.

I shielded my face from the harsh glare of the cameras. “No comment.”

“Is it true you punched a woman?” She asked.

“What? What the hell are you talking about? I never touched anyone!” I screamed.

As the angry words left my mouth, two police officers made a beeline for me.

I froze in place. This was it. I was fucked.

“Mr. Alexander, can we speak to you for a second?” One asked.

What was I supposed to say? No? Of course, I had to cooperate. How else would I make them understand I had nothing to with what happened?

“Look,” I put my hands up, “I didn’t touch anyone. I was sitting in the bar, having a few drinks, then, this horny bit--” I paused before I stuck my foot in my mouth. “This woman came up to us and started talking to us. She was drunk and acting like…”

“Like what?” The officer asked, practically salivating at the opportunity to arrest a superstar.

“Why don’t you come down to the station and tell us all about it?” It sounded like a question, but I knew I didn’t have a choice in the matter.

More cameras were on us now. Every local television station and rag magazine show was present. It would only be a matter of time before Isla heard. And within a few minutes, she and my child would walk out of my life forever.

“Am I under arrest?” I asked, my voice shaking.