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?"
