Chapter 13
Chapter
Thirteen
Eli
Dinner was interesting, and that was putting it lightly.
Being attached to Falcon had not only led to an increase in my following online but constant paparazzi as well.
People who loved him came up to me to talk to me and get an autograph.
There were a few people who talked about me beating Natasha up and his sex tape, but most of the talk about us had been positive.
People were loving seeing a romantic, affectionate side of Falcon.
I didn’t read the comments online, but Justine and my team sent me highlights, and a lot of his fans talked about how they’d never seen him smiling and looking so happy outside of the field.
I took great pride in that. And for me? Well, to my fans, it looked like I was finally getting the love I sang about.
People started to drag Justin and Natasha online when they finally heard the full story, which was why Justin was blowing me up.
A part of me felt like he was trying to redeem himself and his image, but it was far too late for that.
Tonight was the first time so many paparazzi was outside that I was literally blinded by the flashing lights of their cameras.
The questions came from all over the place, and it was honestly overwhelming.
It reminded me of why I didn’t really want fame with my music. I just wanted to record and release.
Falcon was calm, and he kept me steady. His grip on my hand was gentle yet firm.
He kept squeezing it and looking down at me, checking on me silently.
By the time we made it inside the restaurant, I was a nervous wreck, but it didn’t take me long to calm down.
Only a few people interrupted us for autographs, but we had a peaceful and tasty dinner other than that.
Since I’d packed a bag before he picked me up for dinner, I took a shower, took off my makeup, and pulled my hair up before sliding into bed with him.
He’d showered as well, and I couldn’t stop myself from running my nose against his neck and taking in his fresh and clean scent.
Unlike Isaac, whose wealth showed in his lifestyle and large mansion, Falcon lived in a penthouse on the beach and showed his wealth with service providers that made his life easier, his cars, and jewelry.
They both traveled as much as they could, and I loved being on the yacht they’d purchased together.
As Falcon’s hand gripped my thigh, my body relaxed against him. Sometimes I still couldn’t believe how things had changed between us, but I was going to accept this new status and make the most of it.
I couldn’t stop smiling. This weekend had been absolutely perfect.
I ended up staying with Falcon. Yesterday, we took gummies and went to the aquarium.
It was an insane experience. Everything was elevated, and I had a blast. This evening, we decided to keep it low-key and came to a paint and sip that was by reservation only.
The benefit to that was no paparazzi, which I loved.
My favorite part? He did exactly what I asked him to do. He fucked me like he loved me and treated me like his personal slut. My pussy still tingled and throbbed at just the memory and thought of having him inside.
Squeezing his thigh absently, I looked over what colors I had, to determine what color I wanted my girl’s hair to be.
“You be touching all on me and shit like that don’t make my dick hard,” Falcon said, stopping my intense concentration on the colors.
“Hmm?” I looked down and saw where I was touching him and laughed. “You’re just a horn dog. There was nothing sexual about that.”
“Everything about you touching me is sexual, Smiley. It might not always lead to sex, but having any part of you on me arouses me. And it’s not because of lust or a lack of discipline. I’m just”—He shrugged as his mouth twisted to the side—“insanely attracted to you.”
“So you lied to me?” At the sound of Justin’s voice, we both looked up. “I told you I felt like you liked him after we went to that party, and you said there was nothing between y’all.”
I didn’t feel like I owed him an explanation at all, so I didn’t bother explaining to him that there wasn’t anything between Falcon and I last year or ever, for that matter.
We’d stopped by a party Isaac was having, and Justin swore I was blushing and googly-eyed while talking to Falcon for a brief moment.
I didn’t see it then, but maybe I was. Even though I’d never said out loud I liked him, I always had.
Maybe I didn’t hide it as well as I thought I did.
“Since you see me sitting right here, you know she’s with her man. You real bold coming over here saying anything to Eli like I won’t knock your ass the fuck out over the way you treated her.” Falcon laughed. “And don’t tell me you here with her.”
I looked in the direction Falcon’s head bobbed in, and the sight of Natasha looking like a deer caught in headlights only further irritated me.
She talked all that shit about wanting me to hear him out, yet here she was on a date with him.
All I could do was laugh and shake my head.
They weren’t worth my anger or hurt at this point.
I wanted to feel literally nothing for either of them.
“Look, I’m only with her because you won’t give me another chance,” Justin said to me. “I’ve been calling you—”
“Why exactly would I want anything to do with you when I’ve not only moved on but moved on to someone so much better? Leave me the fuck alone before I make my brother beat you up again.”
“He don’t have to,” Falcon countered, tossing one arm around my shoulder while he set his gun on the table. “Get the fuck on, loser.”
I didn’t mean to laugh, but Falcon was so calm and unbothered, even when he was giving threats and getting active.
He’d gotten into three fights on the field, so I knew what he was capable of.
I was surprised Justin even came over. Maybe he thought us being in public would keep him safe, but Falcon was just as crazy as my brother, just not as loud.
My head shook as Justin walked back over to the table he was sharing with Natasha.
She looked at me with pleading eyes, but I had no words for her.
I wasn’t the type of person that gave people multiple chances to hurt me or show me they didn’t mean me well.
Regardless of how close we were and how much I loved our friendship, I’d never talk to her again.
“I just wanna say I love spending this time with you,” I declared, shifting the energy. “I know this won’t last forever, but this is the best relationship I’ve ever had. That’s sad, huh?”
“Not sad. I’m glad to finally give you what you deserve.”
When he leaned forward to kiss me, I giggled. “For you to have never wanted to kiss women, you sure love kissing me.”
“Yeah, that shit is wild. I keep trying to slow down my feelings for and attachment to you, but that’s proving to be easier said than done.”
“It’s gonna be easy for you to walk away in September, isn’t it?”
His head shook, but he didn’t respond right away. “I thought it would be, but the more time we spend together, the more I’m not sure. I’ve never wanted to be in love with a woman. Never wanted to feel attached. But I don’t know, Smiley. The more time we spend together, the more I want you.”
“I don’t think we thought this through well enough.”
“Too late now.”
We focused on our paintings, and I was grateful for the distraction. I didn’t want to think about ending things with the best man I’d ever been with—even if the relationship was fake.