David Steen pov

Portia stayed all night with viola in our room. I slammed my ass on the couch in the living room and fell asleep, and I woke up on a strong headache and noises around me.

I opened my eyes by a miracle to see Portia cleaning the living room.

I asked her immediately, “What are you doing?”

She threw me with weird looks, “Are you blind? Cleaning!”

I scratched my nose and tried to adjust my body, but my eyes landed on her ass, I asked in curiosity, “yes, and we have a maid to clean. So what are you doing? And where’s the babysitter and viola?”

She crossed her arms over her chest as if I interrupt whatever she was doing, then she yelled at me, “they are all out. Now get your ass out of the couch!”

I stood up, confused, “you are yelling at me to clean?”

She stepped closer and placed her hand on my chest in a seductive way, “no idiot. You do have a match in two hours. You should take those painkiller pills and go now. I’m cleaning because we are throwing a party tonight here.”

I was surprised! an intense Nobody told me about a party! For God's sake, it was my house.

“A party?! I didn’t agree to that!” I mumbled.

She smirked devilishly and then pushed me to the couch and sat on my lap all of a sudden. I swallowed nervously, not able to control my body, not my hands either.; I was on my way to attack her pinky fuller lips with mine in any freaking second.

She moved her fingers softly and playfully to my lips “we are throwing a party if you won today, it’s for you idiot. So you better win.” she winked at me, and then she stood up.

I groaned internally, she was between my hands, and I let her go.

I huffed and only mumbled “okay,” then I walked to the shower room and took a very quick shower after I had checked my cell phone and saw how many missed calls I got from my coach and my teammates.

Alcohol was a disaster! I forgot about that match. It was a critical one; I had to win to get into the finals. My teammates would fuck me if I didn’t play well.

I walked in a hurry to the fridge and grabbed a milk bottle and gulped all at once and shoved some chips into my mouth.

She giggled hornily and commended, “a monster! Not only in sex.”

Her words made my dick twitch in my pants. Her words made my head dizzy; I couldn't deny that I snapped to all the sensual desires while driving to the match. I needed no distraction. As a famous football player, I knew how to control my cravings.

But I had no idea how to control my heart, and I didn’t imagine that my feelings for Portia were that serious.

Until the match started, I was exhausted, but we were as a team overall winning. They replied to me to score more.

And I was able to do that.

Until my wife viola shepherd and my baby newborn girl in her hands. And next to her Portia with ‘her boyfriend.’

Literally, I glued for a whole minute in my place. I felt lost as if I was going to score on the side of the other team!

I ran right and left until the coach yelled at me. My eyes were on Portia, and her boyfriend —Locked on them.

Portia's eyes were saying ‘yes, I’m here to ruin you. To tease you. To prove that you didn't forget about me.’

But why!? Her boyfriend started to occur her and hug her as if she was teasing me too!

It was ridiculously awkward, and I made my decision ‘I’m gonna kick her out of our life’ especially that I lost the right timing to score a lot of goals already and we won by a miracle.

But once we finished and after getting scolded by my coach. I ran towards them to find no one except viola. I searched my eyes, “where’s your sister and her boyfriend?”

She kissed me, “congratulations, sweetheart. She left, and he is not her boyfriend.” she remarked.

I frowned, “what? I saw them kissing!”

She grinned happily and clapped,” yes, they are engaged now.”

“Fuck! What! When?”

The look over viola face made me step back and only kiss her “that’s good for them. Now we need to go back to our normal life.”

But viola shouted, “we can’t! We can’t go back to our normal life. She had a crush on you.”

Dammit! Fuck! What was that!