Chapter 3

She didn't put up much of a fight, so I decided to tighten my hold on her. As I ran my thumb over her nipple, I could feel it getting firmer under my pressure.

I leaned down close to her ear and murmured, "Come on in now." "Let me show you something," the speaker said.

What exactly is it?

"My cock, baby," he said. I wasn't joking around with this at all. Either she would release me from my obligations or I would look for someone else. "He is interested in getting to know you on a deeper level."

It took about five minutes of persuasion until she was on her knees in the shower room opening up and trying to take my cock in her mouth. She did this while opening up.

"I take it you haven't attempted something like this before, have you?" As she shook her head, I couldn't help but crack a wry smile. "Don't worry about it, sweetie. Just make a little greater use of your tongue. That pretty about sums it up.

I really wanted her to take a little bit more of me, but I had to restrain myself from pushing too hard with my hips because she was only taking about half of me. I put my hand on the back of her head to encourage her a little bit, but instead of cooperating, she coughed and pulled away.

I tried to sound encouraging by saying, "It's all right, baby," and telling her to "just try again."

She smiled and nodded before sucking me in once again and wrapping her tongue around my cockhead.

"That's it, baby...," he said.

good girl…

yeah…”

To generate a little bit more friction, I took one of her hands and instructed her to wrap it around the base of the object. I slid in and out of her mouth quite slowly, just letting her get used to it as I reached down and put my hand into the top of her shirt and under her bra. I then reached up and placed my hand into her mouth again. I stroked her nipple as she continued to sucking on her thumb.

I murmured, "Oh yeah," as I rested my head against the tiled wall and slumped back into it. "Good job, baby… you're a natural."

I could see the excitement in her eyes as she heard that, and she sucked even more forcefully. When I peered down at her, I noticed that she had her eyes closed and appeared to be focusing very hard.

I instructed her to "look up at me, baby," and she did as she was told. "There ya go…good gal. Just like that. Fuck yeah… I’m going come, baby—you try to swallow it, okay?”

I didn’t wait for an answer but gripped onto her head as I thrust a little faster. I moaned in pain as I forced my saliva into her mouth as I felt a tightening in my balls. She squeezed her eyes tight, but she didn't let go of me even when I could feel her throat clearing around the head.

"Oh yeah…baby…

really good! Maintain that pace now... get it all… "yep, that about sums it up."

She chewed on me in a respectful manner until I became mushy in her mouth. Before assisting her to get back on her feet, I removed my hand from the situation and bent down to wipe some saliva off the side of her mouth.

I responded to her by telling her, "That was fantastic, sweetie." She gave a warm grin and her cheeks turned a little pink. I planted a passionate kiss on the palm of her other hand before escorting her back through the lobby and into the fitness center. Things were winding down, and the volume level was noticeably lower than it had been earlier.

There was a music playing for a slow dance, and Riana asked if I would dance with her. I believed that I at least owed her that much because the tune was playing. I led her out to that location and we danced for around half of the song before I informed her that I wanted to leave.

She questioned me by asking, "Where are you going?"

"Home," I said with a neutral expression. "I have to work out first thing in the morning."

I got up and left her there on the dance floor before going off. She had performed admirably, but I was able to do much better. I didn't want to alienate her because I thought I might be able to convince her to help me out in the future, but at the same time, I didn't want her to be overly attached to me. I needed to keep my attention on the game.

Shakespeare is credited with being the first person to use the phrases "fair play" and "bad play." Somehow, I managed to be fairly proficient in both areas.

After hearing that, how exactly was anyone else supposed to compete?

When I entered through the front door of the largest house in the entire community, my ears were still ringing a little bit from the loud music that had been playing earlier. Before turning back to lock the door, I gave it a gentle slam and then slowly closed it. I removed my shoes and crept slowly towards the storage cupboard for coats.

It would appear that I had no reason to be concerned about the loudness because Dad was still awake and present in the living room. As soon as I hung my coat and attempted to mentally prepare myself for whatever was about to happen, I heard him rise up out of his chair. Because of some other commitment, he wasn't able to make it to the game. Perhaps he hadn't learned about it just yet. Could it be that I occasionally find myself in a fortunate position?

"What the hell are you doing, Williams? "What's the play? I couldn't help but look up into his piercing blue eyes. He had his arms crossed over his big chest, and his thick, blond hair hung over his eyebrows as he narrowed his eyes even further. His eyes were also getting smaller.

Shit.

There is no luck here.

Before I had to deal with Doctor Lou Phanuel, who is both the Chief of Surgery at Legacy Hospital and the Mayor of our tiny village, I was kind of hoping I'd at least make it until morning. Then, I'd be able to be certain that everything had been taken care of before I had to talk to him. It didn't matter to him whether the things I did were legal or illegal; what was important was that I was caught, which was something that wasn't meant to occur. Ever. To forgive was not precisely something that came naturally to him.

"Um... yeah," I murmured in response. "Don't worry, I got it handled."

"I would fucking hope so," the father yelled angrily. He stood up and came into the foyer, where I was in the process of stowing my soccer bag in the space allotted for it, which was underneath my coat. I suppressed a breath. "It is imperative that you do not receive any game suspensions."

My response was, "I don't think he got the opportunity." "Tomorrow, I'll look into it," you said.

Without giving me any advance notice, he pushed me hard in the shoulder. I whirled around and tried to brace myself against the wall by pressing my hands on it, but instead I hit the back of my head on one of the coat hooks. As I braced myself for the next blow, I closed my eyes tightly and saw what looked like tiny white specks moving about in them.

It never materialized.

“I’ll fix it,” I murmured as I gently opened my eyes but kept my gaze to the floor.

“You better. Here.” He pushed an envelope into my hands. "Are you familiar with what that is?"

I took a good look at the printed envelope, which had both my name and an address that said "Real Balonar" printed on it.

What the hell.

"Have you gone through it?" I asked.

"Of course, I went ahead and read it."

Figures.

I opened it and took a quick look at the letter that was inside. The purpose of Wayne and Sam Balonar's visit to this location was to personally scout me. Real Balonar was among the very finest teams in the world, on par with Bayern Munich, Manchester United, and Barcelona. They were one of the best in the business.

They watched my video and looked at my data, indicating that they were interested in me. Nyakson Mario was still considered to be one of the best keepers to have ever lived despite the fact that he turned 35 earlier this year, which in soccer terms was nearly equivalent to being ancient.

The words of my father to me were, "I'm counting on you." He did so by placing his hand on my shoulder and gently squeezing it.

I flinched automatically and held my breath as a reflex. Even though I was aware that at this point I was too strong for him to cause me any significant harm, old habits are difficult to break. My father continued speaking as if the blood that was dripping down around my eye wasn't there.