The Own Goal ✔️

part 116

When the car pulls into our drive the gates are open, which is odd. Most of the main downstairs lights are all still on too.

I thank my driver sincerely and walk towards the house. The door opens as I approach, and there he is, grinning at me.

"How'd you know I was coming now?"

"Cos I got a text confirmation of the journey ya booked" he smiles "so couldn't be arsed to wait for a taxi no?"

I say nothing. I need to take some headache tablets. I head into the kitchen and pour some water.

"You ok bab?"

He places the baby monitor on the side. He looks so inviting in his soft comfy tracksuit, I can tell by his bleary eyes and hair that he's been asleep on the sofa.

I feel guilty. I've let him down.

"Yeah, wasn't the best night" I take the tablets and gulp down the water.

"Wot happened?" He leans on his hands on the counter, genuinely interested "how was the food?" I smile, of course he'd ask about the food, he's still fuming that there's no official Christmas dinner for the players at city this year. The back room and grounds staff all had theirs during the world cup.

"Food was alright.......the party night thing was ok, I just wish we hadn't bothered with the club"

"Why?"

"Full of idiots" I look down.

"Time of year innit?" He says thoughtfully, rubbing his chin.
"The girls all alright?"

"No, not really" and in that moment I feel actual hatred towards Danielle.

"Huh?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Eden got so fucking wasted that Danielle had to take her home and the other two buggered off, so that was that" I tell him the very short version of the night.

"Oh, that does sound a bit shit" he stands tall again "so ya was left on ya own?"

"Only very briefly, that's why I called the number, I didn't fancy waiting on my own for a cab"

"Nah, right call bab" he walks around the island to me "you look absolutely gorgeous though bab, been dyin' for ya to  get home" he wraps his arm around me and purposely leans down to kiss my neck as his hands travel down my sides.
"Ya look sexy as fuck in this dress, such a turn on...." His hands start tugging the material upwards. I freeze.

"A dress isn't an invitation"

He steps back looking puzzled "wot? Nah course it ain't?" He screws his face up. "Why'd ya say that? Ya me girl ain't ya, I fancy the pants off ya anyway, I'm jus' sayin' ya look really good in that dress"

I glance away "and what if someone else was wearing it? Would you think someone else looked hot in it?"

"Ya wot? I can appreciate someone looks good in wot they're wearing but not find it sexy....."

I look down "and what if other men were looking at me, you said earlier you'd like that"

"Yeah it feels good knowing ya my girl an' other blokes find ya attractive, anyone would......"

"I don't, I don't feel good knowing every girl wants to fuck you!" I say remembering the girls in the kebab shop. "That doesn't feel good at all!" I bite my lip to hide my bubbling emotions.
"But you actually like the idea of other men wanting me??"

He runs his hands through his hair, "well now ya making it sound a bit odd, like a kink, that's not wot I meant bab"

"What about others touching me? Does that turn you on, or does it make me a tart for wearing a dress that makes me look good?"