She was switched on—a career in marketing with her own firm set up in London. She thrived on schedules, routine, and planning. Everything had to be planned.
Ash hated her, voicing his opinion on more than one occasion. “Does she plan when you fuck too?” he asked once when we were out drinking with the boys. “Monday… you get blown, Tuesday… she likes a tittie fuck and Friday night… you take her in the ass?” He knew I hated discussing my personal life and that ‘joke’ took it over the line. My fist almost smacking him in the face if it weren’t for Jerry, a teammate who held me back.
We didn’t talk for weeks. I crashed at Louisa’s apartment until Coach pulled us in for a meeting. He warned the both of us that our three straight losses were not unfortunate, rather a lack of teamwork. We had to choose what was more important—soccer or women.
I thought long and hard about what Louisa meant to me and if it was worth the fight. That was until Ash gave me another ultimatum—him or her.
Ash had been my best friend since I could remember, he was my brother. Louisa was in my life for two years, I loved her but it wasn’t enough to give up everything I’d worked so hard for, and thus I ended our relationship thinking it wouldn’t be hard because I’d find someone else.
It was more difficult than I’d thought. I missed the sex and her companionship. Despite her need to plan everything, I felt lost without someone nagging and getting me off my ass when I felt like doing nothing. I never let it affect my game though, training harder during the day and partying well into the nights on the weekends.
I wasn’t prepared the night I ran into Louisa at that party. Her body wrapped around another man. She tried to be polite, apologizing for bringing this stranger to a mutual friend’s apartment. The manipulative bitch knew she’d gotten under my skin, and to pay her back I fucked her assistant against the brand-new Porsche that Daddy had bought her.
It was the same night that Ash changed everything between us.
“Bro, I gotta tell you something but you can’t flip, okay?” Ashley Chase had said this to me only once in the entire time I’d known him—the time he’d accidentally ridden my BMX into the lake and couldn’t retrieve it because it had sunk to the bottom. The important thing was that he survived.
“I know you’ll be angry, but hear me out. That woman last night, the one with the long, dark brown hair... I... I married her.”
There were no words left to say. He married her! He was forced to go back home to tell Chris and Abbi, and I tagged along to reap joy in the fact he’d be crucified.
Then Emmy...
Emerson Chase was never someone I’d considered jumping into bed with. I had my moments where I found myself infatuated with her, but then I’d become distracted by someone else. I enjoyed tormenting her, she was an easy target. Yet, this trip back home was different. She’d changed. Even before she told me what had happened, I could see she was troubled.
Pushing her buttons was easy, but she always gave it back. She hated losing. Claimed she wasn’t competitive, but I’d never met a more competitive and stubborn woman.
And sexy, hot...
I can’t rid my mind of the image of her buried into me while we floated in the water. The way her body moved and so quickly peaking from the simple touch of my finger gliding in and out of her tight pussy. I wanted to stick my cock in her, and give her a taste of what a real man was all about. But I didn’t. Our ties were too strong and there was way too much at stake.
I blame it all on her. She dared me like she’d always done.
I wanted an escape just as much as she did, but I thought she’d have pushed me away by telling me how disgusting I am, and how dare I touch her.
Yet, she didn’t.
She couldn’t stop staring at me, even when we were standing in the kitchen her eyes trailing my body like a hungry beast.
It started something bad.
I just didn’t know exactly what that was yet. I knew it would be awkward, but only if we allowed it to be, and knowing the type of person Emmy is plus, the fact she has no interest in me whatsoever, I was happy to brush it off like nothing had happened between us. Take the memory of her and store it for times when I needed to jerk off and had no one sucking my cock.
Until I watched her show—for the first time.
We’d just flown back into London and I was eager to begin training again. It pissed me off that Ash busied himself fucking Alessandra every night, and so with a few minutes to spare I did what I promised myself I wouldn’t do, I streamed the last episode of Generation Next - The Proposal episode.
I couldn’t fault the show. As far as my eyes were concerned this shit looked real, not two people acting in love. It was almost too perfect, and I had known Emmy for as long as I’d known Ash, and not one boyfriend or guy had ever made her smile that way.
She fucking loved him, or should I say still loves him, and they're still living together.
The dick fucks two whores then he expects to marry Emmy? You’re damn right it pissed me off.
It’s the reason why I stopped contacting her. She enabled his poor behavior and in my eyes that made her weak.
That whole family fucked me off right now.
Chris was also on my back about training harder, continually pointing out my weaknesses and giving me a massive complex.