RHINO: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (With FREE Bonus Novel OFFSIDE!) (25 page)

“
And what is it that attracts you to Lucy?” Randall asks.

I turn to her. “Is
everything
a suitable enough answer?”

“
Try and be a bit more specific.”

“
Her passion for football and her ability to bring even the most mundane game to life. Her memory for things I’ve done that I don’t even remember myself. Her fragility. Above all the fact that when I look into her eyes I know that she loves me. It’s the purest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“
You sound like you’re pretty much head over heels.”

“
I’m kinda getting there, yeah. Bit of work to do, but looking good at the moment.”

“
And you, Lucy. I take it you feel the same way?”

“
Alex is the most remarkable man I’ve ever met both on the field and off it, I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else. Every single day I wake up with him I feel like the luckiest person alive, and that’s not even an exaggeration. If I’m sad, Alex cheers me up, If I’m lost, no matter where I am he’ll know where to find me, if I’m lonely he’ll do everything in his power to make sure I’m not.”

“
Wow”, Randall says.

I look at Lucy. “Yeah, wow, thank you.”

“
You know, I’ve been married for thirty years, I love my wife to death, but we argue constantly like cats and dogs. You two, I guess not.”

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Oh we argue”, Lucy says, “the trick is knowing how to win.”

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So where does it go from here?”

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Slowly was always the agreement, but I’m not sure we’ve entirely heeded that initial advice”, Lucy says.

I cut in. “We’ve just gone through some crazy stuff in the papers, and we’re beginning to settle back down now. We’ve got Christmas around the corner, playoffs at the beginning of next year, who knows. We’re feeling good right now.”

Randall readjusts himself, uncrossing one leg to recross the other.

“
Do you mind if we talk a little bit about that?”

I look to Lucy who seems way more comfortable now than she did at the very start of this interview.

“
I really wanted to get Lucy’s perspective on it. We’ve heard almost nothing from her about this, and quite a lot from you, Alex, but if you’d rather not I understand.”

“
Go on”, Lucy says.

“
Really my question isn’t specifically about what happened, more about how you feel in general being in a relationship with someone with such a high level of notoriety. Alex is arguably the most talked about football player at the moment, and has been over the last six years, even after purposefully removing himself from the spotlight. He is an attractive man, athletic, young, intelligent, famous enough to make appearances in public difficult and constantly sought after, talked about, criticized and put under scrutiny. How has that changed your life?”

“
It’s difficult to cope with, I’m not going to lie”, Lucy says. “I’m in love with a person who happens to be one of the best football players on the planet, not the other way round, so for me, I never expected or asked for the attention. I know Alex doesn’t seek it either, and has only just changed his approach this year in an attempt to embrace it, but for me, who prefers to be behind the camera not in front of it, it’s hard to deal with. I’m sure it’s hard for anyone who holds a position of public importance.”

“
And the things people say about you both? I read something recently, for instance, that suggested you had an attitude problem, which I have to admit after less than half an hour in your presence clearly isn’t the truth at all. I had to reread the passage again because I thought they must have been referring to Alex, but even he seems to have managed to change public opinion about him. Do comments like that bother you?”

Lucy is quick to answer.

“
If someone is lying about something we’ve done then it can be problematic and tiresome to resolve. Otherwise, if it’s an opinion that simply isn’t true, like me having an attitude problem, or my degree being basic, it can be hurtful but not necessary a huge issue.”

Randall looks confused for a moment. “Sorry, what’s a basic degree?” he asks.

“
Exactly my point”, Lucy says, looking at me.

“
The press are always going to be there, whether we like it or not”, I say.

“
That’s not the opinion you’ve always had, Alex.”

“
No, I always knew that, I just didn’t pay them any attention before.”

“
So you’re happy?”

“
With Alex? Yes”, Lucy says. “I’m over the moon. I’d prefer he didn’t go to so many away games, but if he keeps bringing me back presents, I think I’ll adjust.”

“
And has he convinced you to change your allegiance yet?”

“
You know how disappointed I was he didn’t go to the Patriots? No, that’s never going to happen. The Patriots was always the team I grew up supporting because both my dad and granddad were huge fans. It’s how I got into football.”

“
And if the Patriots get into the Superbowl?” Randall asks.

“
We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

Lucy smiles, satisfied with the account she’s given of herself.

There are a few more questions before we close up to have a series of photos taken, about our life away from football, our hobbies, our political leanings, our views in general about the state of the country, but I think they are less about the article itself and more because Randall’s actually really enjoying talking to us.

When we are finally done, he gives us both a firm shake of the hand and we head back to the car.

“
How was that?” Lucy asks me.

“
You did good.”

“
I don’t know. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that stuff about the guns and New York.”

“
Randall’s a liberal, don’t worry about it. I know he doesn’t look it but he definitely is. We’ll check over the article before it gets published anyway. Anything you don’t like we can just get rid of or ask them to go over again. I don’t think that stuff will make it in anyway.”

“
It’s such a machine, the whole thing.”

“
You should already know that Lucy, you work in it.”

“
The kind of stuff I do is different. We don’t have bias or hidden agendas with the articles we publish.”

“
That’s because you don’t have people printing the other side of the story you then have to go on and defend.”

“
I don’t blame you for trying to escape it”, she says.

“
Yeah, well, it’ll hunt you down in the end. There’s no hiding from free press, they can get you wherever you go.”

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I don’t know how you cope with it, all the fame and publicity and close up media scrutiny.”

“
I don’t have a choice. Plus, I’ve got you to help me through it.”

I can feel the heat coming from her hand sinking lightly into my leg. It feels good, and reminds me that we haven’t done today what we are usually extremely conscious of making time for.

“
I’m glad I have my uses”, she says.

“
Oh, believe me, you definitely do. Girlfriend, lover, helmet polisher.”

“
Hey!”

I get another smack on the arm for that.

“
Someone’s got to do it. I can’t imagine Candy has the intellectual capacity.”

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Candy?” I ask.

“
The Cincinnati Chest, I think is her performing name.”

“
Oh, no, definitely not.”

“
I’m glad that’s over.”

“
Me too.”

There is a beat of silence in the car as the whole thing comes back to us.

“
You know you can trust me, right?” I say.

Lucy folds herself into me, her head on my shoulder, her hand in my lap, inches away from my sleeping beast.

“
I know. It’s just-. It takes me a while. The last time, the guy was lying to me from the start. I don’t want that to happen with us.”

“
It never will, I promise.”

“
I wonder what Candy’s doing now.”

“
What she ought to be doing is preparing her legal defense.”

“
It’s a good job you let your hair grow.”

I give her a quick look just to confirm she’s joking. “A class act all over. I imagine the whole thing is going to go down like twelve angry men”, I say.

“
As long she doesn’t actually have that sex tape.”

“
You’ve got nothing to worry about. Even if she did somehow make it, you know how boring I am in the bedroom. Nobody’s going to want to watch it.”

I wait for the narrowed eyes and can’t help laughing when I get them.

“
We should make our own sex tape”, she says.

“
No way, you might put me on youtube.”

“
I wouldn’t if you paid the blackmail.”

“
How much would I be worth?”

“
I don’t know, I’ve got to see the quality of the material first.”

“
Do you even have a camera?”

“
Maybe we can make a sex audio tape. I guess that doesn’t have the same ring to it does it?”

“
As long as we are having sex, I don’t mind what you do.”

“
You are so trusting.”

“
That’s because I know you’ve found the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, you just haven’t got round to admitting to yourself that you have as well.”

“
Confident”, she says.

“
No. That’s arrogance this time”, I say with a smile, the car up on the drive and the engine shut off.

“
Shut the fuck up and take me inside, I’ve got some recording I want to do.”

When the article is finished the following week, it gets sent to us, Lucy checks it over for errors, okays it for publication with minimal changes and sends it back, thankfully without her views on America’s gun policy.

It has an immediately good reception which results in a barrage of calls for more interviews and TV appearances, all of which Lucy politely turns down. I don’t blame her and nor does anyone else. Instead, while I’m not at work and she’s not either, she concentrates on her new hobby - filming the pair of us fucking - and I pay her not an insubstantial amount to make sure she doesn’t put the videos on youtube.

It’s a kind of game we play. Lucy decides the value of the footage based on the strength of the orgasm and I give her the corresponding amount in cash, which she usually spends on new dresses to wear to our games.

It’s a win-win situation for both of us.

With Christmas just around the corner and the playoffs just after that, the press on our side for once, and things beginning to finally look up, I can’t help but feel unstoppable.

There are only a few things that would improve what I’ve got now, and I promise myself that sooner or later, I’m going to make sure I get them all.

Fourteen.

Lucy

This is going to be horrible. The first Christmas without Dad, in a house that is stacked to the brim with memories of him. Dad loved Christmas too, much more so than pretty much any of the rest of us, which makes it all that much worse.

I’ve barely adjusted to the idea that he’s not around anymore, and now I have to spend a whole weekend being reminded he’s never going to come back. I feel sad even before I’ve arrived, the shitty weather doing nothing to add to my already bleak mood. At least Alex is here. That’s another thing I’m worrying about as well. Introducing my world famous boyfriend to the rest of my family, who are dull, conservative and a little bit backward.

Mom is the kind of person who thinks poached eggs are liberal, and organic food is a con made up to make us spend more money. She’s middle class herself, but only in an economic sense. Dad was the hippy of the family really, much more so than any of his children and since his death, if anything, Mom has become even more traditional, uptight and conservative in her thinking.

Being in Boston for more than half her life hasn’t done anything at all to erase her midwest roots. We are almost certainly going to be sleeping in separate bedrooms.

Alex has a week off between games, which gives him enough time to spend some of it with his family, some of it with mine, and a few days chilling out at home. I wasn’t going to come at all, but Mom insisted and then Dana and Jack said they were going too, partners and kids included, so I couldn’t back out.