The Risk: Scott's Story (Runaway Love Series Book 2) (9 page)

Why would she do something so permanent? I never said we were going to be together forever. Shit. You did this, Scott. You should’ve kept it what it was.
My mind’s spinning with too many thoughts.

I pour myself another glass of whiskey.

“You know what, Scott? You can be an ass sometimes, but I love it. I’m going in the bedroom.”

She gets up and I watch her head toward my room. My phone chimes to alert me I have a text message, but I ignore it because I don’t want to be bothered while I drink my whiskey.

I walk to my office, sit down, and turn the TV on. I need to clear my head and escape the reality of what Maxine just showed me. She says it’s for me, but she’s doing it for herself to prove something. My phone chimes. Can’t I just be left alone? I reach in my pocket to grab my phone to turn it off, but I stop when I see Grace’s name on my screen. I’m so excited that she’s finally reaching out to me again! I eagerly open her message only to receive the biggest shock of my life. No! This must be sick joke! I stare in disbelief at Grace’s picture of a pregnancy test showing a positive sign indicating that she’s pregnant.

I throw my glass of whiskey at the TV and watch the glass shatter along with the TV. Fuck! This can’t be happening to me!

Maxine walks in and looks at the TV and then at me. I can’t deal with her right now.

“Maxine, please just go home. You can’t be here now. Just call me before you decide to come back over, please.”

“Are you seriously fucking mad over me getting you tattooed on me? Grow the fuck up, Scott, and realize I fucking love you and I’m not ashamed.”

“Grace, just fucking leave!”

Maxine pales as she realizes what I just said.

“I meant Maxine. I’m sorry. Please, Max, please just leave me alone.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Maybe I should go, Scott. Don’t binge drink again because I won’t be here to help you. I won’t be back until you apologize for calling me that name.”

Maxine slams the door behind her, and I don’t even bother to get up and chase her. This new information Grace sent me is way more important than anything. I could possibly be a father and Grace is still married to Tony. What the fuck did I do to us?

I try calling Grace several times, but she won’t answer me. Great - she sends me a picture of a positive pregnancy test, and now I’m going to go crazy. Not wanting to be alone, I call my friend, Andrew, who’s my usual drinking partner when I’m down. We head out to a club, and I know this is the beginning of a night I’m going to regret.

We walk in and go straight to the VIP section. I don’t wait long before I order myself a bottle of Jack Daniels. The staff treats Drew and I like kings in here. One by one, the ladies start coming to our area so we can check them out.

“So, what’s up Scott? You haven’t called me in a while.”

“Man, it’s fucking Maxine. The crazy chick got my name tattooed on her!” I sigh and thank God the bottle girl has come just in time.

Drew orders his own bottle, and I have mine. It’s going to be a long night. I look around and check out the ladies dancing on each other. After a few more drinks, I will find that to be the sexiest thing ever. I fill my glass up, toss it back, and pour some more. At this rate, I’m going to be fucked up pretty quickly, but that’s the point.

“Man, I told you not to get exclusive with Maxine. If she’s anything like Mr. Rivers, I can’t imagine what tricks she has up her sleeve.”

“I doubt she’s anything like her father. I choked that asshole earlier today.”

Drew laughs out loud and raises his glass up for a toast. He doesn’t get along with Mr. Rivers either.

“About time somebody did it, and I doubt if he’ll suspend you for that. Everyone knows you’re the second best player on the team.”

I sip my drink and give him a side look. “What do you mean second best? Hell, I’m better than you, goalie.” I laugh. Drew nods his head but doesn’t say anything.

“Well, Drew, let’s see what trouble we can start tonight.”

We invite the girls to come drink with us. After drinking my whiskey and having shot after shot, I am quite wasted. I start talking to a red headed chick who has been giving me “the look’ all night. Even though I know that’s not her natural hair color, I trick my mind to believe that she’s Grace. Hell, all red heads have to be Grace.

I do body shots off her sexy, flat stomach, and I let her straddle and grind me in the club. She whispers in my ear asking if she can go home with me. Of course I tell her yes. I look over at Drew who has his hands full with two lovely ladies.

“Drew, let’s go back to the spot.”

“Yeah, let’s.”

I pull the red head off my lap and grab her hand. We head out the door with Drew following behind me with his two blondes on his arm. Ah, the life of being a celebrity. Andrew’s BMW pulls up, and I choose to drive, even though I’m drunk, since our spot is down the road, just around the corner. We have a place that we lease together where we can take our one night stands. Don’t judge us - we’re young and it’s fun. Besides, it’s safer to not let them know where we really live.

We get in the car, and I tell everyone, “Buckle up, safety first!”

Everyone starts laughing. I speed, weaving in and out of cars toward our place. I look at the red head, and she looks so beautiful with those dimples. She looks at me, smiles, and grabs my hand. I allow her to touch me - it must be the whiskey doing this. I pull up into the garage and park in our marked parking space. I open the glove box and grab the keycard.

“Damn, Scott. I thought you were going kill us with your fucking driving.”

“Don’t worry! We made it without a scratch on this pretty red head’s face.”

She leans over and gives me a kiss. Drew busts out laughing, and we get out of the car. We walk toward the elevator, scan the keycard, walk into the elevator, and press the fifth floor. I pull my companion in close to me, and she grinds her ass into the front of my pants. I close my eyes and open them again. Damn! I pull her away from me so I can get a better look at her. She’s wearing a black pencil skirt, white low-cut blouse, and six inch fuck-me heels with spikes. She realizes I’m looking at her.

“Hey, Scott. Just so you know, my name is Gloria. Everyone calls me Gigi.” She holds her hand out, but I pull her in and kiss her like she’s the last woman on earth.

The elevator dings and Andrew and his girls rush out the door. He takes them straight to his room. I pull Gigi into the living room and sit down. She climbs on top of me, and I can see her garter straps with her skirt rising up.

She leans me back and whispers in my ear, “I want you inside me, Scott.”

I lift her up off me so I can pick her up and carry her into my room. I toss her on to the bed, and she starts to giggle.

“Take off your clothes.”

She stands up in front of me, but I put my finger up so I can have a seat on the bed before she begins.

“Go ahead and show me what you have to offer.”

She starts with her shirt and unbuttons it slowly before she pulls it off and tosses it at me. I notice she has on a sexy black lace bra. I smile and she smiles back.

“You like what you see?”

“Go ahead and finish. I’ll let you know.”

She unzips the side of her skirt and lets it drop to the floor. As steps out of it, I realize her garter straps and black lace thong match her bra. God, that’s sexy! She has to be about a D size cup and has a nice, plump ass. She comes closer and pushes me down on the bed so she can unbutton my pants. I lift my hips up so she can slide them down after I slip my shoes off.

I watch her get on her knees, and I can feel my cock stiffen under my black boxer briefs.

“Someone is happy to see me, and he’s definitely a big boy.”

“Take my briefs off and you can see better with your own eyes.”

She does just that and begins caressing my balls with her hands. I jump a little, but it starts to feel good after a while. She uses her other hand to stroke my cock, and I moan in pleasure.

“I know you probably like to be in control, but I’m in control tonight,” Gloria informs me, turning me on even more. I think it’s sexy when a woman takes control.

I just nod my head. She places her warm mouth on my cock and twirls her tongue around the head. She sucks just a little, not too hard. She lets my dick slide to the back of her throat, and I don’t even hear her gag. Shit, this women has no gag reflex! While my cock’s in her mouth, I hear her moan while she’s licking the shaft of my dick. She pulls and twists my cock in her mouth. I look down and she’s looking at me with her beautiful, brown eyes. She winks at me and pulls away from my hardened cock.

I lean up and watch her take her thong off. I point to the drawer next to the bed, and she immediately knows what’s in there. She grabs the condoms out of the drawer and slides one on my cock. She straddles my cock and I cry out, “Damn, you’re so tight.”

She feels so damn good around my dick that I want to take my time because I doubt I’ll see her again. I place my hands on her hips, and she slides all the way down. I wait until she gets adjusted to my cock.

“Are you ready?”

She winks and I pump into her with long strokes at first. As she starts to get in the groove, I unclasp her bra so I can see her fully. She’s beautiful and I almost think I see little freckles on her face, but I close my eyes and open them again.

She must be a professional because she rides me until I feel her insides gripping my cock. I reach down and rub her clit, and she pretty much loses her mind moaning my name loudly, obviously not caring if anyone hears. Grace used to scream my name like this… I rub and pinch on her clit until she comes and I find my release right after her. Shit, she feels so good.

She leans down on my chest and gives me a kiss on my lips.

“So, Grace is the protector of your heart?” she asks me.

I push her off me and she hits the floor and little too hard. I apologize, but what the hell does she know about Grace?

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

She stands up and points to my chest. I look down. Oh shit, I didn’t realize I had taken my shirt off.

“It’s her name with a heart shape dreamcatcher. She must have been special.”

Well, that just ruined everything.

“Gloria please grab your things and leave. I don’t give a fuck how you get home, but you’re getting the fuck out of here!”

She pulls her clothes on as I walk to the closet and grab my robe. I need to make sure she leaves. I follow her toward the door. I hold it open and watch her stop in her tracks.

“I almost forgot something.” She reaches into the pocket of her skirt and hands me a card. “You’ll need this, and I’ll be able to help you.”

She pushes for the elevator, and I lean out and watch her fix herself with a smile on her face. I slam the door shut before I look at the card:
Gloria Grant - Therapist.

Are you fucking kidding me? This chick is a therapist? I can’t wait to tell Drew this! I walk into the living room and head over to the bar to pull out some Jack Daniels. He and I get to know each other a little better for the rest of the night. I notice my cell phone is on the table. I decide to start texting Grace:

I hate you for what you did to me. If I have to come and tell Tony about the baby I will.

Fuck the glass, I’m drinking straight out of the bottle. I know I’m going to regret that text in the morning. Before I can really think about what I did, my phone chimes with a text.

Grace: I FUCKING HATE YOU FIRST! YOU WON’T DARE TELL TONY SHIT BECAUSE HE ALREADY KNOWS ABOUT THE BABY. STOP CALLING AND TEXTING ME AND ENJOY LIFE WITH PLASTIC BARBIE.

Grace is making me lose my fucking mind and I know she doesn’t mean what she’s saying to me. I don’t even mean what I say to her.

Grace: Oh, one more thing. I’ve been keeping tabs on your little romance with her and all I can say is WOW you make me SICK. And I wish I never found you.

I snap my phone in two and place it in the glass so I can pour Jack Daniels over it. What the fuck did I just do? She wants me to hate her; I know she does. Oh hell, I’m in no condition to try and figure out Grace’s messed up mind. I don’t want to think at all, so I’m going to sit right here and drink this whole bottle.

I fall asleep on the couch cuddling the bottle of Jack. I don’t wake up until Andrew tells me to get up.

“Man, we have practice in two hours. Are you coming or are you going to cuddle with that bottle all day?”

I sit up, look around, and realize where I’m at. I look down, and see I’m wearing a robe. I look inside the robe and I’m naked. Okay… I look at the glass on the table and notice my phone is snapped in half and sitting in a brown liquid. What the fuck did I do to my phone?

“I’m going to assume that you had a rough night.” Drew pulls my phone out of the glass.

I stumble toward my room and turn the shower on. What the fuck happened? I lean against the wall in the shower and let the water pour over my body. I need to pull myself together. I stand up straight and wash myself off. I wrap the towel around my waist and walk to the sink and brush my teeth. I look in the mirror and smile.