The Football Player And His Ballerina

I Don´t Cheat

Kyle POV

I prepared hard these last days for this big day.

We trained every day, working hard physically and emotionally to be at our best.

In my spare time, I went to the gym I have at home. Trying to strengthen my muscles and keep active.

I swam in the pool to relieve the pressure these games bring, and of course, I f****d some girls. Not yesterday. I never f**k anyone the night before a match, just to keep my histamine at a high level. I also didn't drink alcohol and I didn't go to parties that go on until dawn.

I'm in the locker room, with my colleagues, choosing the right words to motivate them. It's my duty as their team captain.

At this moment our coach is reviewing the strategy, giving tips, and motivating our ego. I shake my leg nervously. This game is decisive and we need to win. I try to focus.

The coach finishes. I give my speech, surprising myself with my words of encouragement, and receiving some loud applause.

Passing through the tunnel, towards the lawn, some children from the younger teams and children of some colleagues were waiting for us lined up. Each one of us pick the tiny hands of one child hands and took our way to the field.

I could hear the crowd screaming for us and the opponents, too. We heard our anthem, at last, and I went to midfield, just like the captain of the LA Wolfs. I greeted him and, of course, the referee as well. My teammates are currently occupying their positions on the pitch after the coin toss came out.

Each of us did our best and towards the end, I managed to score. My teammates jumped on my back, hugged me and we celebrated for a little while. The game still has a few minutes to go and we can´t relax yet.

We won! We are the champions of the American League this year.

In the locker rooms, we hugged, shouted happily, and opened a bottle of champagne. Shirts flying in the air, in a happy way.

My Director came to thank and praise us. He asked the coach and me to go to the interview room.

I arrived at the after party after my colleagues. I didn't want them to wait for me. I needed a few moments alone to put my emotions in place, take a shower and get dressed for the party.

When I arrived at the venue, they requested my presence again in a room where there were several media. The questions didn't seem to end, but finally, it ended.

I was greeted enthusiastically by several people I met in the garden. I stayed there for a while greeting and making small conversations.

When I entered the venue, I scanned the place. I ran my eyes into Lara and Dean, in a conversation that felt too personal. I watched them for a few minutes and they were so focused, that they didn't even notice my presence near them. Some feelings of anger were starting to emanate and I decided, once again, to join Thomas and the Director, who asked me to do some more interviews. When I returned to the room after almost an hour I saw Dean and Liam at the bar. I joined them.

"Lara asked for you," Dean informed him.

"Okay," I replied as I order my drink.

"You should go talk to her," Dean insists.

"Why?" I asked rudely.

"That would be nice," he said grimacing at me.

"Let's go to the boys". Liam's suggestion came at just the right time. I walked toward my teammates who were laughing and toasting.

"Kyle, we were here talking about how sexy and hot Lara is", Pierre, a piece of s**t who is my teammate, says to us.

"Yes, she is." I agreed, despite me wanting to punch him.

"She is hot as hell. But unfortunately, she is taken", Liam says, making sad puppy eyes.

"With or without a boyfriend, I would f**k her until she passed out. I would devour her and make her scream my name", Pierre is really making me lose my control.

"No, that one would be for marriage. There's something innocent about her", Fernando, another teammate says as he eats her with his eyes and thoughts.

"Kyle will have to score in that goal", another one says, "f**k her dude!", the same voice said.

"Whatever", I grumble sipping my drink.

Dean shakes his head to them and Liam doesn't even hear half of the conversation, as he's been eyes rapping every woman he passes by.

"Lara, Sophie", and heard him call, join us.

The ladies greeted me and congratulated me on my decisive goal. I avoid those green eyes. I can't look at them so I don't get stuck, it feels like magic.

I see Lara walking past me, I wonder if she's going to the bathroom. my eyes focus on the exit. A few minutes later, I see her leaving and heading to the bar. And that's when I see some random guy trying to grab her. I feel some pride when I see her avoiding all initiatives and coming toward us. But in a matter of minutes, I see that man, storming towards him, pulling him into a clear act of aggression. Before I know it, I'm already holding her and pushing the man.

"She's taken. Go f**k yourself," I mutter with an angry face and ready to kill.

If it wasn't for my concern for Lara's condition, I would have punched that prick's face to shreds.

I couldn't get away from Lara, with worry flowing in my veins. I felt surprised when she hugged me and leaned against my chest, it was as if all the fury gets on hold, as if something took over me and I wanted to take care of her, protect her. I wished the hug would never end. I saw her tears falling from her reddened cheek, my heart skipped a beat and I kissed her head, trying to ease her emotions.

Yas told me to check her wrist and I did it. She has some red marks! That son of a b***h left marks!

Tolga and Yasmine were exceptionally attentive and helped us. I was surprised by their invitation to dinner, I wanted to say no, but I couldn't, so I accepted.

Sophie was very drunk. I understood when Lara said she wanted to go home. I offered to help and give a ride. Lara would have a hard time controlling Sophie on her own.

After making sure Sophie got into the house safely, I took Lara to her address.

"I need to talk to you," I said as i turned off the car. As far as I was concerned, the conversation would be here, in my car, but Lara invited me up and I thought I should like I did with her friend, make sure she was safe.

Her apartment is tiny but cozy. Full of newspaper photographs and performances.

As we were drinking and talking, she teased saying that I was her hero and I devalued it. In fact, what I did for her I would do for any other woman. No woman should be taken by force.

I asked for Lara's phone number so I could call her tomorrow and work out the dinner.

That lock of her hair insisted on falling out, causing a small imperfection in all the perfection that she is.

I grabbed it and put it behind her ear. As I did it, I felt her face gently and lightly brush against my hand, raging at my touch. Lost in those green eyes, which were closed for a moment, and then they opened, and they met mine...

Before I knew it my lips were on hers.

The kiss started so softly and calmly, awakening a whirlwind of emotions that I didn't even know were possible to exist. I deepened the kiss when I decided to stop, so we could breathe, my hands were on either side of Lara's face, opened my eyes still in ecstasy.

When I opened them, I tried to focus on the wall, praying to gain some control over myself. But all I could see was Rob´s photo... I was so lost, i felt my heart broken into pieces, and I wanted to scream in anger.

"Sorry Lara, I don't cheat", I said and I quickly left.