Runaway

Chapter 1 - The Beginning

Well, right now I’m sitting in one of those booths high up in a football stadium. The ones where only the family or close friends of the footballers stay when they’ve come to support their loved ones. In this case James Perry. Yes, the all-star footballer of the year 3years running. The media say he’s ‘unbeatable’ and his team is ‘untouchable’. They nickname him all sorts but I like to call him Cupcake. He is my sugar coated sweet chocolate cupcake. The booth was guarded with security men surrounding every corner, one for each person in here. In this occasion it was filled with girlfriends and the occasional wife. I sat comfortably by myself. I couldn’t stand talking to these women. Even though they were mostly around my age. All they seemed to talk about was the size of their boobs, increasing the size of their boobs, who’s nip-tucked where and how much it cost, how hot the doctor was, and who’s got real hair or fake hair. And it went on and on. Seriously I’d rather get stabbed and be left to die slowly and painfully than involve myself in a conversation with them. Don’t get me wrong I have tried but let’s just say I learned an unforgettable lesson. 

My phone vibrated beside me. I looked at the caller ID.

“Hey sweetheart!” I say gleefully. She screamed into the receiver, I had to hold the phone away from my ear.

“The game’s about to start!!!” Nia squealed. She kept talking non-stop about football and James and football without even taking any breaths.

“Nia, Nia, Nia calm down.” She stops talking and takes a deep breath.

“I’m sorry sweetie. I’m just nervous and excited!” I could hear the T.V  in the background, knowing her it was probably on full blast. She was in Brazil staying with her parents for a while.

“It’s okay. Sometimes I wonder if you would be better for James instead of me.” She laughs. We talk for a while before the game ends. I stand up and immediately my security guy is right beside me. I lead the way with him trailing behind as I head for the winning team’s changing room. My cupcake has done it again. With a huge smile on my face I put my Gucci sunglasses on and made my way down the flights of stairs. The noise level increased the lower in went. A couple of cameras flashed all around me before I knew it my security guy were right beside me. His huge frame towering over me and his on my lower back guiding me through the throng of paparazzi. We got to a more secluded area of the stadium and I could hear loud male voices. My security had dropped his hand and was now a couple of feet behind me. I got to the door and turned to him. Reaching into my bag I handed him his tip before turning around and entering the changing room. It reeked of sweaty men, cologne and shower gel. My heels clicked against the tiled floor as I made my way to him. I was fully aware of the other men getting changed but I didn’t care. Some stared at me, others waved but some didn’t notice. He had his back to me as he was facing his locker. I snaked my hand under his shirt and wrapped it around his torso resting my head on his back.

“You were amazing out there baby.” He reached behind lifting me up and around so I was straddling his hips with both my legs on each of his sides. I put my arm around his neck. He had huge grin on his face. He was sweating and I could feel it transferring onto me. I wiped a bead of sweat on his forehead before planting a kiss there. Using one hand to hold me in place, he used to other to bring my head closer to his and he kissed me. I could taste the salty taste of his sweat and of course I could taste him. He tasted so sweet and and…and.. The kissing was getting more and more urgent. I had to pull away after realising where we were. He put me down and his cheek. He grinned like a little boy.

“Thanks cupcake.” He says. I too grin like a child, blushing.

“Get a room you two!” I heard someone scream at us. I sat down. He leaned and kissed me again lingering on my lips. I let out a quiet moan and he gently nibbled my lower lip.