Can’t Fight Love

Chapter 6

TextUnknown: are you free tonight

Me: who is this 

But I knew. I look around the club to see if he’s sitting anywhere but he’s not here. He had finished and left a while ago. It was almost 5pm and the bar would be closed soon. 

Unknown: the man you’re gonna spend a lot of time with Me: I’m not so sure about that 

But my mind is already gone there. 

X: well see. So are you free Me:maybeX: here’s my address. Text me when you’re on your way 

He Is so f*****g cocky. Ugh I wonder what his c**k is like. I can’t. 

I do I quick google search of the address and I see it’s right next to a lake. Does he live on a lake? Is he gonna kill me and dump my body? I quickly text my girlfriend, Anna 

Me: listen, I’m going to meet a new guy. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow but I need to give you the address of my last known location just in case

A: you’re a f*****g hog. That’s like the third one this week. This isn’t the one that’s getting married, right

 Me: god no. Never. This is that new guy from my dads club. A: oh. X. Get ittttttt- and she adds two eggplant emojis 

And I smile. I’m so gonna ruin this guy. Like everyone else. My phone beeps again. 

Anna: ruin him 

She’s so sick. Just like me. I swear the good lord never made us single at the same time for a damn good reason. We’d ruin the male race. She literally pulled me together when I decided I was going to get a divorce. She’s been right by my side since we were 14. She’s my Ride Or Die. 

I finish up my shift at the golf course and close the shop. It’s around 7:30pm and the Sun is setting. I put his address into my GPS and I see he’s 10 minutes from the course. 

Well that could be convenient. 

I get in my van and take a big deep breath. I’m such a mom. I’m rolling up in a van. I look back and it currently resembles a mobile dressing room. These past two months have been tough. All my jobs are 45 minutes to an hour from each other, without traffic. With my hours, it hasn’t been easy. I can feel the last month of straight work take a toll on my body. I’m thinner, less rested, and snappy from lack of sleep. My only down time is the commute or if I have a random shift off. 

I quickly text X to let him know I was on my way

X: be careful of the driveway. It’s straight up hill and twist and turns 

Jesus. All I imagined was some haunted house and a weird man living alone. But I take a deep breath. You only live once, right? I’m a sucky driver though and now I’m scared. 

I pull up his dark street and his driveway sucks. After making a 20 point turn, he’s right. His driveway snakes uphill. This sucks. I pull up and park the van. I take a deep breath and I look in my mirror. 

“Let’s go do this” I admire myself. I’m so hot. Those couple glasses of wine at the end of my shift didn’t hurt my mood either. Im still in my tube top and shorts but I have an overnight bag packed. I don’t want to be too presumptuous so I leave it in the car, but I will never be unprepared. 

I’m in a little bit of awe looking at his little house. It’s cute. It has flowers all over and beautiful ones. Lots of lilies and roses. Odd. He must have just been separated. It’s loud with the sound of rushing water and night critters chirping. It’s like I’m in another world. It’s almost magical with the lightning bugs and the flowers and the setting sun. I walk up a couple of steps and hear a dog barking 

“Come in” X yells from inside. Damn dog let him know I was here and I smile. I f*****g love dogs. 

I open the door and as I walk inside I can see straight through to the back of the house and see the lake. f**k, he lives on water. His dog immediately makes a dash for me. The most adorable medium size chocolate pup comes at me. He’s got slightly curly hair on his ears and a nub for a tail. He’s handsome with his orange colllar. I kneel down and love him. “What a cuuute babbbyyyy” I say in a kissy face to him and the dog loves it. 

“Bogey, come!” Xavier yells. And the dog immediately retreats to his owner and sits next to him. I’m impressed with the training. The house is small. I walk through the living room and I’m in the kitchen. As soon as I cross into the kitchen and look to the right, there is a hallway with doors. It’s small. He looks big in the small house. But it’s beautiful. The furnishings. The floors. Everything. Xaviers in a white t-shirt and basketball shorts. He walks freely barefoot and he’s watching me walk towards him. My heart begins to pound and my core begins to warm up. 

As soon as I get close to him, Xavier reaches out and wraps an arm around my waste and kisses me. 

I was not prepared. But I did not stop. I love kissing. 

He’s warm and I can’t explain the scent, or the taste but it’s suddenly familiar. As if it’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted. I raise my hands to the nape of his hair and I let him dominate the kiss. His tongue and my tongue dancing delicately as he moves his hands on my body just enough for me to want more. 

I end the kiss and step back. 

“Whatchya got going on here?” I cut him off and I look at his counter. There’s weed and a blunt wrap and I smile. 

“I figured I’d try to roll a blunt, I ran out of papers,” he looked at me, “you smoke weed?” Curious but not nervous. 

“Uhh yeah,” and that’s an understatement. I love smoking. 

“Well I ran out of papers,” he sighed defeatedly

“Let me” and I roll a perfect blunt. I can’t wait to tell Anna. She’s the one that taught me. She’s gonna love this. 

Xavier looks impressed, “well you kiss wonderfully and you can roll a blunt like you’re some kind of goddess” and he laughs. 

“And I’m a hot piece of ass,” I added smiling up at him. He fixed his light green eyes on me and stepped closer. We were chest to chest and he just sat there. Staring.Searching.“Are you going to kiss me again or should we smoke this?” I ask CoolyHe doesn’t hesitate. He takes one had to cup my face and kisses me again. Some how it’s more fiery than the first one. His hands find my ass, his lips moving feverishly on my skin and he lifts me up to sit on the counter, never breaking his mouth from mine. I wrap my arms around his neck. X deepens his kiss pulling me closer to him. 

My arms and legs are entangled around him. The windows are open and the sound of the chirping and the water and the sun that is now almost set, his smell, the wine, it’s all just right. 

He gently pulls away placing a hand on each side of me and leaning into me. I look down at his erection, trying not to stare. But it’s so f*****g big. His pants can barely contain it. 

“You’re gonna be trouble.” He breathes out and I look up at him, innocently. Who, me?

He chuckles. It’s deep but adorable. “Yup” and he backs away and adjusts himself. I hop off the counter and grab the blunt. 

“Where should we smile this?” I smile sweetly

“I’ve got just the spot.” X smiles. He pours us each a mixed drink. Vodka cranberry. It’s like he knows me. 

Xavier leads me out the back sliding door into a porch. We walk the steps down to the grass and to a patio set overlooking the lake. It’s simple but perfect. 

“I hear running water,” I mention casually as I’m lighting up. 

“There’s a dam over by where you parked. I have my bedroom on that side of the house, it’s like a noise machine,” he chuckles, “you know. Naturally.”

I Chuckle. It’s so peaceful. The dim lights shining from the houses around the lake give it a sweet country feel. It’s stunning. And dark. And quiet. So unlike my life. 

I inhale deeply and let the smoke fill my lungs. I take it all in and then let it go. That’s literally my life. 

“What are you thinking about?” Xavier asks after a moment. 

“How peaceful it is here,” I reply immediately 

“I was hoping you’d say me.”

“And you,” I reply with a smile. He likes his ego stroked. Got it. “Is it good?” He asked. He seemed like he really didn’t know. “Do you smoke?” I asked

“No” he smiled “Dougie told me you smoke.”

Ahh. Dougie. He was the best. 5ft tall and loaded. He loved me and he would always sneak me joints on the course. He didn’t give a f**k and smoked pot from sun up to sun down. 

“You know Dougie?”“I know them all. I used to be a member at the course, I’m a member at a different one now” he explains. His eyes are fixed on me as I smile and drink the most amazing drink. I’m feeling it. The warm summer air, the drinks and drugs, the breeze keeping bugs away.

He continues “I grew up here. I know them all. I’m just surprised it’s been all these years and I’ve never seen you”

“I know”. My father has been the owner for 11 years at this point. I’ve been at every major tournament and I realize now, Xavier’s been at a lot of them, and I don’t even remember his name. And a name like Xavier Balmacentura is a name one doesn’t forget. “But it’s probably that invisible marriage bubble, I was married before. Now I’m not”

“Oh,” he sighs, “you’re one of those ‘it must be fate’ girls” he rolls his eyes .

“Maybe.” I replied “or maybe I’m just such a good girl I wouldn’t even look your way when I was married.” I say with a hmph

“Good girls don’t kiss like that.” He slides in. Bam. He’s got me. Now all I can think about is kissing him again. I don’t reply. I just take another deep hit. God I’m feeling so in the f*****g mood. But I won’t make the first move. I won’t jump the gun. We make light conversation. He asks if I golf and I tell him only when I have to. My father’s  biggest issue is that I could have gone far in the game but I didn’t even appreciate golf until I was older and now it’s only when I have the time. I tell him about the other course I work at and that it’s always in the pro shop so when that closes I’ll sneak out and play a couple holes. I don’t get into anything too personal. I tell him how I love sports and I was a cheerleader, surprise, he played football in college. God, he’s so f*****g hot. I would have loved to see him in uniform. 

I finish my drink and Xavier grabs my attention, “hey let’s go inside. I’ll make you another one.” He smiles. It’s the smile of the devil but there was something holy in it. Like I was going to worship this man. I was also going to ruin him. He was going to fall so f*****g hard and fast. 

But I liked my life. I liked seeing who I wanted when I wanted. f**k, I have a roster in my phone with men who I could text and they would drop everything just to do whatever it was I needed. And I loved it. I loved the attention. My ex husband told me I couldn’t find greener grass and I was finding f*****g pastures. Men were falling over me and I never even knew it was possible. 

I’ve always gotten attention. A lot of the times I am the prettiest girl in the room. But I’m also the most social, the most s****l and the most fun. It caused a lot of problems, not that my exhusband was a jealous man, it was the opposite. He didn’t give a f**k. So now I’m getting all the attention and I’m getting off on it. 

And I was not about to settle down for anyone. 

We walk back into the house, I look at a clock and it was almost midnight. How in the f**k? I grab my phone to check to see what time I had to work in the morning. Thank god I wasn’t working until 9am. I was young and used to the lack of sleep hours no start calculation driving home, when I need to be awake again, but my thoughts are interrupted.

“Everything alright?” Xavier looks at me with concern, his face is so full of expression.

“Yeah, just seeing what time I have work in the morning. I don’t want to be out too late.” I smile and meet his gaze putting my phone down. 

He tilts his head like a puppy, “you’re not staying the night?” His wager question fills me with butterflies. 

“Were you expecting me to?” I slightly smile. 

“Does it sound bad if I say yes?” He smiles. His eyes are so green and thick, intense eyebrows frame them. His round fave and wide smile give him this boyish look and I want to kiss him. 

“Ohhh” I smile “you just assumed” and I move seductively  around the kitchen island closer to him. He’s finishing pouring our drinks.

I slide my fingers up his arm as he leans against the island, up his sleeve, and then I let my nails lightly trail down, gently scratching his arm. I feel the goosebumps form and I watch my hand glide over his skin. I smile and bite my lip. I’m thinking about what it’s like to scratch him while I’m f*****g him and I look up at him.

Xavier is staring at me. Hungrily. 

I snap my hands back “Good,” I beamed cheerfully and smiled up at him. “So did I.” I chuckle. I grabbed my glass and headed into the living room, with a bubbly step.  I sit on one couch and notice the puppy laying on the other couch. “Come here bogey,” I chirp and his head lifts. He jumps off the couch and comes over to lay next to me 

“He won’t lay on you.” Xavier comes to the couch and lays on the other side. Sprawled our letting his knees come near me. He was massive. 

“So, do you have an overnight bag?” He asked curiously, trying to sound cool while turning the tv on. Sports center is playing and it’s a nice dim light with some background noise. 

“More like a mobile dressing room.” I sighed. 

“I’m literally prepared for everything,” the booze and the weed are making me less guarded, “three jobs working 7 days a week, if even one thing goes wrong it could seriously mess me up.” I feel the need to keep going. 

“Woah,” he says and I take a big swig. 

“Don’t worry,” I smile, “I’m a professional, you won’t even know I was here in the morning” I say this as inocentot as possible

But it’s true. I was used to hookups and being home by 5am. I had children. I lived with my parents. I had to be up and responsible in the morning. My kids were not home right now but it was just a habit. Escape in the morning. I told many men I had to get home even when I clearly didn’t. “Why?” 

“Why what?”

“Why do you have to duck out? Are you working at the course tomorrow? Can you just stay here and shower and go to work?” Xavier sits up and is facing me and is genuinely concerned. The dark room and the dim light from the TV had me in a trance looking at his face. 

“I guess” I reply slightly caught off guard.

“Good,” he lays back down, “that’s stupid to drive that much, I know you live back with your parents and I know where they live.”

“Ok” and now I’m feeling awkward. But am I? I’m not sure why I just agreed to a morning with him. That’s a commitment I don’t ever make. But I’m suddenly relieved. It is a lot of driving. It will save me so much time and energy. I put my drink down on the coaster and it’s as if the puppy knew it was time he disappeared. He hopped down and back onto the other couch. He did a full circle before plopping down and crossing his paws. 

Xavier is watching me carefully as I slowly start to slide my hands up his thighs.