Note: So, I decided to write another chapter of this actually two more. That will be it. This one is a little bit more random, because I didnt really have any clear goals for it unlike the original story. Anyways, An early apology for anyone who liked the original but didnt like this chapter. Completely understand.
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"You fucking prick, I trusted you. And you betray me like this! You fucked my daughter! You piece of shit!"
"Daddy! No!"
"Stay out of this Mia! This is between me and this sack of shit!"
"TJ, I can explain. I didn't know."
"Doesn't matter. You're going to regret this, Harrison. I'm going to beat that face in."
Noooooooo. I wake up. I'm in a heap of sweat and heaving from my nightmare. Maybe it's because of regret or anxiety, but this dream has been recurring all week since Homecoming.
When I catch my grips I let go, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, you omnipresent fuck. How was I supposed to know Mia was TJ's adopted daughter? Not a warning, not even a sign. Just allowing me to fall into this shit. Fuck." I say to whoever is watching over me, call it God, angels, NSA, fucking anyone really. But the worst part, the worst part is that I am going to my son's game tomorrow and I have no idea what I'm going to do if I see her.
I take precautions. I invited some people I met at that diner and the manager and Rico from the Wendy's Mia and I went to last week.
"Thank you again, Mr. Legend. This is awesome."
"No problem guys. Enjoy yourself this afternoon. Everything is on me."
"Can I give you a hug, Mr. Legend?"
"Sure man bring it in." Both Rico and the manager come in for a hug. It was cool but they maybe held on for a little longer than I was expecting. Did I have alternative reasons for inviting all these people into my booth? Yes, yes I did. If Mia would've shown up, there would've been a high probability I would've fucked her in front of 3/4 of the stadium.
Mia didn't show up. I was a little sad inside. Maybe she was hanging out with her friends from school. Or maybe another guy. I don't know. I think it's best if I don't get involved. One-time flings happen. It's cool. Everything is cool.
By halftime, the booth was looking like a house party. Food was everywhere, people were mingling with one another, and everyone was taking their turn to talk to me about a memory they had of "back in the good ole days." But I wasn't all that mad about talking about the past. One thing I have to thank Mia for was that she made me realize what I did back then was something I should be proud of and not something I have to compare myself to in a negative way. That wasn't past me. It was still me. I just need to find different ways to hone who I am now to inspire people and maybe this little gesture by me was a way to start doing that.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz."
My phone vibrates in my pocket. I check the notification. Mia. My heart starts to beat fast. I'm excited. I haven't heard from her all week and I didn't have the heart to message her either. I check the message by holding my phone close to my side and leaning over, trying to hide it from everyone.
I open up the message. My eyes go wide and my dick becomes hard. Mia sent me a pic, just herself in one of the stadium bathrooms, sporting her new dirty blonde hair color, with her short Jean shorts down her waist that she was wearing the first time I met her, showing me her perky, tight ass in a pink thong with the sexiest pouty face looking back at me in the mirror. She also sent a message saying, "free tonight?" If I could, I would've kicked everyone out and stroked one out right then and there. God, she's a sexy little devil. I know she knew all along. Despite that, I still can't help but get hot and bothered when I think about her. I can't be turned on like this anymore. I'm too old for this shit.
I would've roamed and searched every damn bathroom and fuck her on that bathroom counter. But the second half was beginning and my son entered the game. Blake was playing with a vigor I have never seen him play with. He was running with such force and explosion, I thought someone else was in my son's uniform. Someone needs to talk to the starting running back, my son is coming for that starting spot.
In the middle of the third quarter, the Purple Rain team marched down the field. It was now third down and goal on the three-yard line. Blake comes running back onto the field. They hand the ball off to Blake, he sheds off a tackle, dips his shoulder, and leans with his arm with multiple defenders around him. Bodies are piled up at the goal line. The refs try to get all the people up from the pile. Once everyone's up, the refs raise both arms up, touchdown! My boy scored his first touchdown! I fist pump in the air and roar out loud. The stadium roars with me, everyone in my booth is hugging and cheering. He fucking did it. One touchdown down, hopefully, many more to go.
*knock, knock, knock*
A couple of minutes after the touchdown, there's a knock on the door. I instantly think of Mia. I want to celebrate this with her. Pick her light body up, hold her in the air and kiss her in front of everyone. I could care less at this point.
I yell out, "come in!"
That was a mistake. Who walks through the door has everyone frozen in place. I guess multi-millionaires have that effect on people.
"Hello, Ms. Madison. What brings you here?" I'm the only one with enough courage to speak to her. Especially in that rosy summer dress, that accentuates her... assets.
"Honey, I told you already, call me Laura.
"Hello, Laura!" Everyone's eyes turn to Rico who inexplicably addressed Ms. Madison by her first name. The death stare on her face was of one of a serial killer who was looking to add someone to their collection. Rico had the fear of God on his face when he saw Ms. Madison's reaction. So he promptly corrected himself, "sorry Ms. Madison.
"Anyways, can all of you excuse Mr. Daniels and me? I need to talk to everyone's hero here." Everyone walks out nervous and frantic. In seconds, the booth is just Ms. Madison and me, with the game going on in the background.
"Let's have a seat on the couch." Her tone commands compliance and I feel compelled to do as she says. So I take a seat on the couch.
Ms. Madison is almost too much to handle. She's a vixen. Her big bust, ample ass, and I would bet my house she has a fit body for her age. If I was any other man she would be moaning my name right now.
"How may I help you, Ms. Madison?"
"I don't like being denied, Harrison. So I will give this one more shot. I think we would be a power couple, don't you think. We can take care of each other for the rest of our lives. And trust me, I can especially take care of you." Her right-hand starts to rub my thigh. Her left-hand lets the strap of her sundress fall a little bit, revealing more of her beautiful, firm, big, seductive, tits. "Would you like to go to dinner tonight?"
She has fire in her eyes. Her hand is gripping my thigh harder and making its way to my crotch. For one second, I allow myself to fall into her lust. But as I closed my eyes, all I could imagine was Mia doing that to me. I wanted her to be the one. So with conviction in my voice, I reply, "I'm sorry Ms. Madison. I have plans tonight."
"Hmph, that's too bad. I thought you would have had a change of heart. But, remember what I said during the alumni dinner. Don't be jealous when you see me with a new man." Her expression changes to one of disappointment. Like a child not getting candy from the grocery store. She gets up making sure I get a full view of her beautiful big ass as if to say this is what I am really missing out on. To be honest, she is sex on heels. But I have something better. I will let the newly divorced dean of Purple Rain U have her.
As Ms. Madison opened the door, at least three people fell through the doorway and I can see the rest of the people with their ears still glued to the wall snooping on our conversation. All of them had stupid, dumbfounded looks on their face. I could hear Ms. Madison whisper to herself, "imbeciles." And announced out loud to the rest of them, "Move!"
A collective "Sorry, Ms. Madison" was exclaimed from the group and in seconds the Red Seas parted. She sauntered out and all the men's eyes turned to her plump ass as my face was buried in embarrassment.
I removed my hands from my face, regained composure, and replied to the only person that mattered, "Yes I am free tonight."
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Mia may be a great girl but she is still a young college student. So when she replied, "I'll be there by 1," all the natural melatonin in my body rushed through me and I seriously doubted I could stay awake till 1 fucking am. I actually took a power nap during the 4th quarter since the team was up by four touchdowns. I woke up to the sound of cheering fans and pyro going off as the game ended and the fans were celebrating another win.
I got up from my seat, clapped my hands like I definitely watched the entire game, and headed out to the family meet-up place.
As I was walking to the place, I got a text from my son.
Blake: "Hey Dad, I won't be at the meet-up. I already left with some friends. I'm sorry. I will see you next week. Is that cool?"
Damn. This was usually the one thing I look forward to for the weekend. But he's a growing boy with what looks like a great social life. I will just let him be.
I reply back, "go ahead, son. Sounds like fun. Have a great time."
I turn the car back around and head back to my hotel. When I get to my room, I do some self-defeating behavior and check the news for my gold digger of an ex wife. Seems like her fling with the ex pro baseball player is going well again. She even looks a little more fit. Damn. Unfortunate. I order some room service and eat whatever feelings that compel me to keep up on the news of my wife.
Then I do that thing old people are susceptible to and I go in and out of being asleep, half asleep, fully awake, and then some combination of the three for a few hours. I even catch myself replying to the TV when I was half asleep. I think that's a sign I need to take some vitamins or something.
Soon enough I hear a knock on my door. I look over at the time and it's only 10pm. I walk over to the door, tired as all hell. I look through the peephole.
Mia.