Super Big Game - An Enemies to Lovers Sports Romance

Chapter 17

Stacy

I’m at home painting my nails in the Leviathans’ colors, because tomorrow is the Superbowl, when I get a text from Elias.

What’s your address?

I sigh.

But my frustration is because I want to see him, even though I know I shouldn’t. We haven’t seen each other since I’ve told him we need to stay a secret, but he’s been sending me lots of sexts.

They’re hot.

Super hot.

He tells me all the things he wants to do to me when we’re next together. He even has a fantasy about fucking my tits and fucking my ass.

That’s how dirty our sexting gets.

And I can’t help but love it.

I also love that he’s asking for my address and wants to see me, but I know it’s forbidden according to the plan we made – or, rather, the plan that I made and need to enforce, no matter how much I wish I could change the plan.

We shouldn’t do that, I text back, now. Let’s wait till after the game. Only one more day!

It’ll be hotter than ever when we can finally do it.

Clarice would not be happy with me. She’s told me that I should just go with my heart and on Elias’ private plane, to wherever he wants to whisk me off to. She says he makes me seem happier and more carefree, and that I’ve needed someone in my life like that for a long time.

I appreciate her support and I get where her advice is coming from, but she’s not the one with the career on the line. At first, I tell myself to remain strong and steadfast, to resist Elias’ advances no matter how hard he presses and no matter how upset Clarice will be at me.

But in my head, I know it’s kind of bullshit. I have no resolve when it comes to Elias, other than the resolve to feel him hard and deep inside me.

I need your address now, he texts back, immediately.

Wow, he really wants me.

I start to text back with firm resolve but it weakens by the time my fingers can hit the “n” key, let alone the “o.”

I have to admit — it would be hot to see him right now. It’s not like anyone knows where I live, so how could we be seen or get into trouble? I imagine one more rendezvous, right before the Superbowl. Maybe it’ll give him some extra good luck out on the field.

Okay, I tell him, and then I type out my address.

I put my phone down before I change my mind, and then I step into the shower. It’s difficult to do, with painted nails – I try to leave them outside the water, and blow on them to hurry up and dry.

I obviously wasn’t planning to take a shower so soon after painting my nails, but I don’t want to look like a wreck when Elias gets here.

When will Elias get here? I start to wonder. It’s not like we set up a time.

I guess he’ll just surprise me, I think.

I pop out of the shower and put on my robe. As I’m drying my hair – luckily, my nails have dried by now – I hear a knock on the door.

That was fast, I think.

I don’t see the need to put on clothes at this point. He’ll only take them right off me anyway. He’ll probably like the surprise of seeing me nearly naked, only wrapped in a robe that is ready and easy for him to take off.

So, I head to the door, my hair wet and my robe slightly open, since I know he likes to see my body.

But when I open it slightly and pop my head out, so that I’m not exposing myself to the whole neighborhood, a strong arm pushes it open so that it slams into me, nearly barreling me over.

My first thought is, Wow, Elias is very ready to see me.

But my second thought is, This is not Elias.

Whoever it is grabs me in a tight hold and puts his hand around my mouth, so that I can’t scream. I still try to, but the sound is muffled in his hand.

“Come here,” he says, dragging me across the room to my couch.

The way he’s pulling my hair is very familiar. I look up to see the face of the same man who attacked me in the Leviathans’ locker room.

“Fuck!” I yell out, but no one except this guy’s palm can hear me.

I try to bite his hand, but it’s no use. I’m kicking my legs, but I can’t swing them high up enough to be able to kick him. Nothing I do is working.

What the fuck does this guy want with me, and why?

I start to see stars before I realize that he’s trying to suffocate me with a pillow.