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Martin nodded. “At least you managed that much before your escapade.”

“I’m taking the rest of the day off; I have some thinking to do.”

He understood, and I walked out of the building. This is the first day I had taken off in more than a year. I informed my secretary of my absence, and she understood.

I was already giddy at meeting up tonight, and nothing was going to bring down my excitement now. Before I left the building, I made my way to the bathroom.

It was thankfully empty, so I locked the door. I peeled myself out of my clothing and took a picture of my best sexy look for Jake. I knew he would enjoy it. Then I got dressed and left.

I wasn’t more than five steps down the road when my phone started ringing.

“Hey Jake, I see you got my photo,” I said with a smile.

“I don’t think I can wait for tonight. What are you doing right now,” he asked.

I giggled; he was acting like a schoolboy that just at chocolate for the first time, and then I laughed at the analogy.

“I thought I might take a bath, but I can use some company.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he replied and clicked the phone.

It was a good afternoon.



5.

It became a nightly affair; we both wanted it a lot. I would work hard all day at work helping clients, and sending him some of the juiciest photos he would ever see. And, he told me that he would get so worked up during practice that he would stay longer to work off sexual aggression.

He must have been doing something right because the game the following week was a spectacle.

I sat in my usual box watching the game, the player’s wives still stood nearby, chatting their heads off as usual. I avoided their gaze but could tell that they were eyeing me the entire game. I really paid them no mind.

The most interesting thing to me was that Monica was still in the room with the players wives.

“So, Monica, how’s the new man? I hear he’s getting a lot of press about a possible trade.”

“I wouldn’t mind moving on. This team isn’t good enough for my man,” Monica said.

Even though I was trying to avoid their gaze, I couldn’t help but let out a snarky laugh. I’m pretty sure they could tell I was listening in.

“Did you hear about Jake, I hear he’s sleeping with some new tramp, now,” Monica added.

I let them talk while I drank. Their words weren’t hurting me at all. I just wish I could yell at them who was sleeping with her ex-boyfriend because I was sure she would have been quite surprised.

Jake went on the warpath; the other team didn’t even see it coming as he easily was the best player in the game. He was starting to seem like the player I had recruited years ago. I think he was beginning to feel like it again as well.

After the game we partied hard. I went over to his place, and I gave him a victory dance that he wouldn’t soon regret.

“I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my chest,” he said.

I lied my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat as we relaxed and enjoyed our evening.

“You have a string of away games coming up, will you be okay without me,” I asked.

“I’m not sure, will you be okay without me,” he said between laughs. “What brings this on?”

“I just like this; I don’t want this to change anytime soon,” I replied. “You know how players get when they’re on the road.”

“How are players on the road?”

I rolled my eyes, wondering why he even needed to ask.

“Players like to hook up with girls on the road, it’s obvious. I like how this is right now, but I don’t want to end up sharing you with some tramp you meet.”

He pushed me off.

“What do you really think this is?” he asked.

I sat up, a bit surprised.

“I think this is two attractive people spending their nights together. But, I want to spend time with someone that doesn’t need to sleep with a bunch of hookers.”

He stood up out of bed.

“Do you know why I broke it off with Monica? Because she hounded me about this crap all the time when I would leave town.”

“Yeah, well I’m not Monica, but I sure as hell don’t feel like sharing.”

He started picking my things off the floor.

“What, are you kicking me out, now?”

He tossed a bundle of clothes on the bed. I took the hint and started getting dressed.

“If you’re going to start pushing me into a relationship like Monica then you can just get out now. I don’t need this.”

“You know what, fine, go off and screw all the hookers you want. Don’t come crying back to me when you get back.”

I threw on the last of my things and pushed towards the door. He didn’t say anything as I left, just silence followed me. I could already feel some tears starting to well up behind my eyes, but I was too proud to let them show.