After getting back from my spa session, I change into a pair of shorts and make myself comfortable on the bed. About 30 minutes into starting my econ essay with Ryan on FaceTime, I get an email from Rick, the agent Coach Riley hooked me up with a couple of months prior to getting drafted, updating me that he's finalised my contract negotiations with the Lakers and all the important paperworks are finally signed.
RICK
Sent a copy of the contract to your email. You'll also recieve a paperback copy in the post by Friday. WELCOME TO THE NBA.
I click on my email and scan through the document.
"Holy shit." I say before I can stop myself.
CHARLIE
Rick. How?
RICK
I told you I'd get you the big bucks.
You're welcome.
Now you make it through the summer league and training camp, impress those mangers and coaches, earn a spot on the regular season roster. Kick ass at the preseason games and make it into the lineup for the regular season. And I'll be adding some figures to your contract.
He makes it sound so f*cking easy but we all know how hard it is for a new athlete in the professional world.
RICK
You think Division One is tough? NBA is a 100 x worse man. You've got more eyes on you Charlie. You need to prepare your mind and your body.
CHARLIE
I know that.
RICK
Good.
You got a girlfriend or a wife?
CHARLIE
Yes to the girlfriend, no to the wife.
RICK
Is it serious?
CHARLIE
Yes. Very.
RICK
Well. We'll see about that.
CHARLIE
What do you mean?
RICK
Being a WAG of a professional athlete isn't exactly an easy task. You gotta prepare her. And she's gotta sign some forms. I'll have them ready by Monday.
CHARLIE
Forms?
RICK
Yes. Non disclosure forms. Sexual consent forms. Shit like that.
CHARLIE
Sexual consent form?
RICK
Do you know how many women have ruined pro athletes careers with rape allegations?
Fuck.
CHARLIE
My Lorraine, she's nothing like that. No forms.
RICK
You sure?
CHARLIE
100%.
RICK
Well if you say so. Congratulations again.
CHARLIE
Thank you for everything.
I drop my phone and turn my focus back to my laptop. The econ assignment I'm currently writing doesn't necessarily need to be finished now. But between having to graduate early because I've been drafted and practice, I won't be having much time on my hands "So, you're not coming back to your room tonight?" Ryan asks from the phone. I tap on my screen to go back on my FaceTime. Ryan is behind the screen, watching me with hawk eyes.
"Use your f*cking couch Ryan. You can't crash in my bed."
"Why?" He whines like a child. "You never had a problem with that."
"That was before." I tell him.
"Before what?"
"Before I have a girl who has shit in there and I don't want you snooping around her stuff."
"But you had a girlfriend before."
True. But this is different. Before I can tell Ryan to mind his business, there's a knock on the door.
"Stay out of my room Ryan, I'm f*cking serious." I tell him "and maybe stop breaking your frat rules so they stop kicking you out."
Whatever comeback he has is cut off when I press the red button. Elle's message pops onto my screen as if on cue.
THE BESTFRIEND
I'm outside. Get me before Lorraine finds me standing out here like a freak.
Not a second later, there's a follow up text.
THE BESTFRIEND
Get me like right now!!
I roll my eyes. She has only been outside for like 10 seconds. I climb out of bed and saunter to the door just to piss Elle off a little bit. She deserves it for how much she spent on my card. Not that I care how much she spent on Lorraine but I'm pretty sure the 250$ from Zara & 25$ from Costa was solely for herself.
When I open the door, Elle is standing there with two shopping bags and an annoyed as f*ck look on her face. The woman is so impatient. She throws me an icy glare but I just smile sweetly at her which I'm sure will only piss her off more. Honestly, she's so mean, it's no wonder Dante's so damn scared of her.
"Finally," she sighs, handing both of the shopping bags to me. One reads House of Cb and the other one is a Zara bag. "I got the dress and the shoes. I also packed her some jewellery and perfume."
"And lingerie?"
"Ew. But yes." She rolls her eyes dramatically. "How are you able to afford all this again? Because I know you don't like to spend daddy's money."
"It's none of your business Elle." I tell her, leaning over to snatch my card out of her hands as she pulls it out of her purse. She's quick to flinch back but I'm a division 1 basketball player. I'm quicker. "Nice try." I say as I tuck the card in my back pocket.
"Lorraine asked how you were able to afford all of it and I had to come up with an excuse. Told her you're the heir to a rather large sports agency empire."
Which isn't a lie. Elle must have found that out from Alexia. It's not something that a lot of people know because I intentionally kept it within my closest circle of friends. Although, I have just gotten access to my trust fund, I'm hoping my lawyer could transfer everything to Mila's name even though I know my dad has set up a fund for her(even after transferring everything he kept for Robin to Mila). But like Elle said, I don't want anything from him. Not after how he ruined our lives. Money would never compensate for the family I lost.
"The NBA paid my signing bonus. You don't have to worry about me being a drug dealer."
"Good." She says like she knew already. "And just so you know, I bought myself some dresses from Zara as compensation for my hardwork. And lunch. Glad doing business with you." I roll my eyes when she turns towards the lift. However, Elle stops and turns around, pinning me with a suspicious but anxious look. "Do you know if Dante's okay?"
I frown, confusion evident in my tone as I ask "Dante?" She nods, not responding verbally. "He's okay, I spoke with him about 2 hours ago before I picked up Lorraine. He's swamped with school work today." Her mouth forms an "oh". Unlike the Elle I know who's always got a comeback for everything, she's rather quiet. "Why'd you ask?" I probe.
"Nothing. Just out of curiosity." She mumbles. "Well, I'm glad he's fine."
Except Dante isn't f*cking fine and I have a feeling it's because of the blonde girl standing in front of me. I know he's been sneaking around with someone and keeping it extremely hushed - he wouldn't even tell me. I just didn't think it would be Elle. The shithead likes her too much to not be loud as f*ck about the whole thing.
"Well, if it makes you feel better, he knows you're helping me out with this." I say, not completely sure why I'm giving her that piece of information. But it seems like it would help out whatever situation they're in.
"He does." It was more of a statement than a question but I give her an answer regardless.
"Yes."
She nods again, her eyes shining with sadness. But it only lasts for a few seconds because she pins me with a playful glare.
"See you around loser." She turns to leave but not without throwing a "And use protection" as she walks to the lift. She's looking around frantically like she doesn't want to be caught by Lorraine. I wait for her to get in the lift before shutting the door. I place the bags on the bed thinking about Dante.
He's been in a pissy mood for days now, f*cking up at practice and almost throwing our last game. He needs to get his shit together and sort out whatever he's got going on with Elle. As I get out the sophomore's clothes from the shopping bag, I realise if our relationship was on the rocks, I'd be equally as f*cked. Maybe even more.
****
By the time Lorraine walks back into the room in nothing but a robe, I'm done with my assignment and she's smiling from ear to ear. She looks so f*cking beautiful it's killing me to look at her. Her hair looks different to when she left. Courtesy of the hair appointment Elle said "would do wonders." I had no idea what she meant, and told her I love Lorraine's hair however but she only rolled her eyes and muttered "men" under her breath. Looks like she still went ahead and booked it anyway. Not that I'm complaining, my girl looks gorgeous and happy. That's all that matters.
"Can you believe, the lady at the salon did my hair for free?" She gushes as she walks towards the giant bed. When she reaches the edge of the bed, she twirls to show me the brown curls falling around her face. I don't know what I'm looking at but she looks beautiful. "Do you like it? I had them do some curtain bangs."
I shut my MacBook and place it on the nightstand. "You look beautiful, baby." I tell her honestly. "Your bangs look amazing. I love them."
She blushes softly, finally climbing on the bed with an excited look on her face. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." I grab her and pull her onto my lap so she's straddling me. She's still smiling that gorgeous smile. "Thank you for bringing me here. It's been amazing."
"Kiss me." I tell her instead, my hands going under her robe to rub the side of her thighs. Lorraine eyes me adoringly, unable to hide the shiver that runs through at my touch and I feel my chest ache at the sight before she puts her lips to mine gently. I want her to only have those eyes for me. I want her to want only me. I want her to want all of me. The good, the bad, the ugly. I want it. "What do I have to do to make you completely mine?" I whisper against her lips, our breaths mixing as one.
My hands ride up her ass and just like the teaser that she is, she's not wearing any panties. I squeeze her ass possessively and she moans into my mouth, her ass grinding against my now hard as rock cock. "Charlie," she breathes. I know she's turned on. "I need you."
Those three words drive me f*cking nuts. But I'm not ready to let go of this image. Of watching her look at me. Watching her want me. "You need me to make you come?"
She's grinding her bare pussy against my cock, the flimsy fabric of my shorts being the only thing getting in the way of skin to skin. "Yes." She pants. "Please."
"Just keep riding me." I tell her. That seems to do it for her because she increases her pace, desperate for an orgasm. I tear the upper part of her robe open, closing my mouth around one beady nipple before moving to the next. She arches against my mouth, her head falling back.
"Fuck, yes."
Her pace is slow and controlled, like she has all the time in the world to cum all over my cock and it's taking all my energy to not come just from watching her f*cking dry-hump me. Lorraine is a panting mess as she continues to ride me. I find her pussy underneath the robe, unable to help myself. I draw slow circles around her sensitive clit, following her rhythm.
"Right there, right there." She grumbles, her head falling on my shoulder. I change the tempo, squeezing her bud before penetrating into her with two fingers. Shocked by the sensation, she screams out a curse word, her body shaking with a sudden orgasm.
She slumps against me, her face hiding in the crook of my neck. "If I knew you didn't need my dick inside you to come when you're ontop, we would have done this a long time ago." I whisper, dropping a kiss on her cheek.
She mumbles something incoherently, still not off the high of her orgasm. Lorraine doesn't make an attempt to move, and even though it's killing my dick, I let her stay there in my arms. I love how she fits into me. Like she was made for my armsâfor me. I drop kisses on her cheeks, my arms coming around her to play with her hair.
Just when I thought she was asleep, she lifts her head up, her face only a few inches away from mine. Her eyes are searching, looking over my features. Stripping away every single bit of my mask, I let her see the answer in my eyes to her unspoken question. I let her know without words that I'm hers if she'll have me. It's a silent promise â one only she can hear.
And then she whispers. "I'm yours." An answer I didn't realise I'm holding my breath for. She smiles, a dopey ass grin that makes life worth living again. I make another promise to myself to always keep that smile there as long as I live. "Completely yours, Charlie Murtaugh."