CHAPTER 8
“Don't get up,” he said, jokingly holding onto my arm as if he was going to stop me.
“I really should,” I said, and tenderly stroked his skin.
“Can't you just spend the day in bed with me, Sasha?”
I watched as he pulled the sheets from his naked body. “That isn't fair.”
He grinned.
“We can spend all day in bed tomorrow, DeShaun, but I have to travel to Elgin today for the match.” I ran my free hand through my mess of hair. “I'm anxious to see how the team perform under Kyle.”
“Anxious?”
I regretted the word as soon as I'd said it.
“I own the club, DeShaun. I'm the chair.
Of course I'm anxious.” And having someone with a winning record waiting in the wings to take over would certainly make it easier to convince the fans Joe had to go.
“Please, don't make this harder than it has to be.”
“Okay,” he said, and slid his hand from my arm. “I'll go with you.”
“You'll what?”
DeShaun got out of bed. “I said I'll go with you.”
I watched him walk towards the bathroom.
“I'll just jump in the shower first.”
I hesitated.
“What is it, Sasha?”
“DeShaun, if we go together, I'm afraid it'll start rumours-”
“Fuck the rumours, Sash.”
I reluctantly smiled. “You're really willing to go with me?”
He nodded.
“And stand with me to watch the match?”
“Of course, Sasha, I'm not ashamed. You said it was over with Joe... You said you're mine.”
“I am,” I said, and worried I was lying to him as much as to myself.
“Then I'm your man.”
My black Adonis.
The light automatically came on as he walked naked into the bathroom. “Anyway, Sasha, you gonna come join me or what?”
I removed my micro g-string. “Coming now, DeShaun.”
I walked out of the high-end fashion store, almost giddy in anticipation of DeShaun's reaction when he saw me in my new outfit.
He was on his mobile in the passenger seat, but with his window down.
I let my new six-inch heels do my talking for me.
DeShaun threw a casual glance, at first, then dropped his phone.
I walked around the front of the car, opened the driver's door and got in with the most strategic of movements, careful to hide what was left of my modesty.
“You... You... You look amazing, Sasha.”
“Thank you, DeShaun.” I passed him a couple of bags.
He inhaled. “You got yourself new perfume?”
I nodded. “And I got you a little gift in there as well.”
He looked inside the bag, then produced an expensive bottle of cologne.
“Just to say thank you for the most amazing night last night,” I said, trying to suffocate the guilt I already felt over the empty promise I'd made him.
“You didn't have to do that.” He leaned across to kiss my cheek. “But thank you.”
I started the engine and deliberately revved it highly before pulling out of the car park and back onto the road to Elgin.
“I dunno how you lot can drive on the wrong side of the road over here,” he said. “Dunno if I'd ever get used to it.”
“You'd better,” I said.
“Really, why?”
I planted my palm on his crotch. “'Cause I'm not letting you go anywhere.”
The wind whipped at my bare legs as I stood in the stands. Without an away win in the league since the beginning of December, the pressure was well and truly on the players as the second half got under way with the game still goalless.
“This is so frustrating,” DeShaun said, as another Broxburgh attack was easily cut out by the Elgin defence.
I ever so slightly leaned into him. “Be patient,” I whispered. “You can do anything you want to me when we get back to the hotel.”
He grinned. “I meant the match, Sasha. I can't wait to get back to playing- Wait, anything?”
I nodded.
He looked first at my nipples protruding in my top, then further down and groaned. “All this pent-up energy I have, it's taking all my restraint not to grab hold of you in those tight PVC shorts.”
I smiled. “That was kind of the point.”
“I will be fit to return soon. I'm adamant about that. I promise you.”
I looked at him with a glint in my eye.
“What?” he asked
“I'll personally make sure you get plenty of exercise before then.”
“You're such a tease.”
Leo Martin chested the ball down in the middle of the park.
“Aren't you, Sasha?”
Kyle bellowed at Martin to play a through ball.
“I dunno what you mean, DeShaun... Anyway, did you hear the architect and the builders are meeting at the ground on Monday?”
Martin threaded the ball to Callum Entwistle.
“Yeah,” DeShaun said, his eyes focused on the match again. “Joe mentioned it.”
Entwistle looked right to Euan Donaldson, as my face reddened ever so slightly.
“Take it yourself, Cal!”
Entwistle fired a shot straight into the top corner of the net.
DeShaun grabbed me, lifting me into the air.
I tried to act unperturbed, despite the excitement I felt throbbing both between my own legs and his.
He set me down.
I fixed my hair and faced forward.
“Sorry about that,” he said quietly.
I said nothing, but all I could think about was his mammoth cock and how I planned for us to go all the way tonight.
Some fans were looking at us.
I wasn't sure if it was because of who we were or what we'd just done. I tried to tell myself all we'd done was innocently celebrate a goal for Broxburgh. Every supporter on the away side around us had done the same thing. We were fine.
Martin won the ball again in midfield.
“I enjoyed our shower this morning, Sash.”
Martin charged forward like a man possessed.
I silently willed DeShaun to be discreet.
Donaldson left his markers in the box, dropping back for Martin to make the pass.
“You were a good girl.”
Donaldson played it wide right to Murray Robertson on the overlap.
I tried to shush DeShaun.
Robertson curled a cross in.
“Taking all of Daddy's...”
Entwistle powered a header at goal.
“LOAD!!!” yelled DeShaun.
“GOAL!!!” shouted everyone else at the same time.
I prayed the two faded into one.
DeShaun went to lift me again.
I deliberately turned to our other supporters, waving my arms and jumping with joy.
“You're still our Queen, Sasha!” shouted one.
I returned my politest smile.
DeShaun was handing out high-fives to others. Then he turned back to face forward. “Sorry,” he began, leaning low to my ear, “probably was best to be discreet that time.”
I made a you think? face to him.
Elgin took the restart.
“If Callum scores again, I might lose my place in Kyle's team,” DeShaun said.
I still had to fire Joe before it officially became Kyle's team. I opened my purse to check my phone.
“What's wrong?”
I ignored him.
“Sasha?”
I stared at the message.
JOE – So you can't come home but you can go to the match with Wilkesboro?
I wondered who'd told him.
“It's Joe, isn't it?” DeShaun said.
“Yes,” I said reluctantly.
He watched my fingers frozen over the screen.
I was in two minds whether to ignore him or placate him.
“What's he saying?”
I hesitated.
DeShaun sighed.
I realised I didn't want to start lying to him, even if it was simply a lie of omission. “He's angry I'm here...”
“Why wouldn't you be here?”
“... With you.”
DeShaun stared ahead.
My eyes were on him, trying to read his face for a reaction. It was so important to me I didn't hurt him again. “DeShaun, I'm sorry-”
“The sooner you tell him it's over, the better.”
“I know.” But.
“And fire his ass.”
“I know.” But.
Entwistle tapped in another goal for his hat-trick.
“See, Sash, it just got easier to let him go.”
I felt under an altogether different kind of pressure, as if it was the pressure of doing the right thing.
Especially now it appeared Kyle Guernsey was up to the manager's job.
The fans around me who were chanting his name certainly appreciated him.
And I did want to be with DeShaun and DeShaun only. I knew it. I knew what had to be done.
“You okay?” he asked.
I smiled emphatically at him. “Yes, I am. I really am. Three-nil up. Five minutes to go. I think we can make an early move to beat the traffic.”
“You sure?”
I gently tugged the arm of his shirt until he lowered his ear to my lips. “I want to go back to the hotel...”
He nodded.
“And I want you to make love to me.”
DeShaun performed an about turn.
I felt embarrassed as I smiled at our supporters on the way out, paranoid they'd somehow guess what was going on. I knew I was being silly, yet I couldn't help it.
Unfortunately, what I didn't realise – what I failed to see or hear come into my mobile in my purse at that exact moment – was a text from Eddie Mayne to say the YouTube interview with Joe and I would go live an hour or so after the full-time whistle.