Chapter Eight - Kyle
“Do you know what the article says?!” Lewis was yelling.
I was sitting at my kitchen counter, sipping a glass of orange juice. He had interrupted my breakfast at seven in the morning and now he was yelling. I didn’t have to read the article to know what it said. I had seen the photograph and it was enough. The picture was a zoomed-in capture. Someone had taken the picture of us, in hiding, with the camera on their phone.
“Who sold the photo to the newspaper?” I asked instead of answering Lewis’ question.
“That is not the point right now. Their claim is that you demand sexual favors in exchange for interviews. That is what this article says, and that puts you in a terrible light.” Lewis was still yelling. I was trying to remain calm.
Superficially, what the article claimed was true. I did demand to fuck Erica Lee in exchange for an interview. But it had been more than that. The sex was different. I knew we both felt it from the moment she stepped into the shower. She hadn’t contacted me in the past three weeks, but I hadn’t stopped thinking about her, about her body. I wanted more. It was more than just a post-game celebration.
“I just want to know who did it. It had to be someone from the team. There was nobody else in there,” I repeated myself and Lewis rolled his eyes.
“Sex-hungry, sex-addict, abuser… those are just some of the names they’ll be calling you,” Lewis continued.
I slammed the glass down on the granite counter. “It was a sexual encounter between two consenting adults,” I reminded him, but Lewis shook his head.
“She interviewed you right after this happened. There is no way that anyone will buy this theory of yours that it was a genuine attraction,” Lewis stated. His voice had mellowed; he was giving up the fight.
“They can ask her whether it was just an exchange of sexual favors or if there was more to it,” I said, trying to bring Lewis back on my side again. He was the only person I could trust, and I needed him to fight for my public image. One bad bout with the media, something like this, could cost me my career. The coach could throw me off the team.
“What are you saying? Like, you guys were dating? That can’t be right. I set up the interview. I know you had never met Erica Lee before.” Lewis crossed his arms over his chest. I sighed.
“No, we hadn’t met before. But it was more than just a fuck,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t bring up the topic of how he had to go out and buy a brand new dress for her.
“So you’ve met with her since then?” he asked and I shook my head.
“No, but I’d like to,” I stated and Lewis stared at me.
“Are you saying that you want me to try and set something up?” he asked, a realization dawning on him. I thought I saw him almost smile.
“Can it be done?” I asked.
“We can approach her. See if she’s willing to go on record and state that you two were in an actual relationship.” Lewis was thinking aloud while my heart raced. Just the thought of seeing Erica again, maybe talking to her, was enough to excite me.
“Maybe we could even pretend to be in a relationship for some time. Just for the sake of the cameras,” I suggested and Lewis nodded rapidly. He was convinced.
“I’m going to try and get in touch with her. Fingers crossed that this works out and she’s willing to go along. Just a couple of weeks will distract the public eye from this story till something new comes along,” Lewis said. I agreed with him.
I didn’t do relationships, but a pretend relationship to save my own skin? Why not? Especially since it potentially meant that I would see Erica again, maybe even fuck her again.
“She’ll agree to it. I know her career means everything to her. I could feel it in my bones. That is what she’s about. And this story will be affecting her career just as it affects mine. Her credibility as a reporter, as a journalist, will be lost if people believe that is what actually happened,” I explained.
Lewis was excited by now. If the crisis could be averted with the help of Erica, I could rely on him to get it done. He would find her and convince her. Hopefully, within the next twenty-four hours, I could have her in my bed again.
Lewis left my apartment, and I remained sitting at the kitchen counter. The news had shocked me, and I was worried for a few minutes. Now a wave of excitement filled my lungs. I was still angry: my blood boiled every time I wondered which of my teammates had taken the picture that put me in this situation. Then I remembered Erica’s big bouncing breasts, her wet, sticky pussy, and how I was able to stroke her and make her come. How she had screamed my name. I wanted more of that, and I knew she was only kidding herself if she denied the fact that she was attracted to me.
I knew it was going to happen again, all I needed was to be in the same room as her. I knew I could rip her clothes off again. This news report had come as a blessing in disguise. No matter how many other women I fucked, Erica Lee had been on my mind since I first met her and I was about to have her again.