I subtly pointed towards Morgan’s stand. She wasn’t looking my way at the moment. She was talking to the muppet again. “That woman in the front row. Long, dark hair. She’s wearing the blue top.”
“The one with the scarf?” Basil asked and I nodded, turning my back to her.
“Make sure she wins.”
“But it’s this kid’s birthday—”
“Then I’ll get the kid a signed photograph, but make sure she wins.”
Freddie/Basil nodded and then danced away, off to entertain the crowd again.
“What were you talking to the bird about?” Alan asking, his face already red from the heat.
“Nothing. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. Just focus on the game.” I kicked him the ball.
And I made a point to put Morgan out of my mind. I had to.
I had a game to win.
“I’M SURE YOUenjoyed having your ball sack licked like that,” Rhys Hughes, our first team winger joked as we left the pressroom.
“Fuck off,” I laughed. “They were blowing smoke up all our arses. Don’t play like it was just me.”
“So modest,” Nolan sneered.
“Sod off, Frenchie,” I shot back.
“Why don’t you all come back to mine? We can knock a few back, have some nosh, it’ll be great,” Craig suggested.
Nolan, Alan, and a few of the other guys agreed.
“Lucas?” Craig asked.
“I think I’m going to have other plans,” I told him, thinking of Morgan. She’d be there. I knew it. I could tell she wanted to. She just had it in her head she had to play hard to get. Some women were like that. Made them feel better when they finally did exactly what we both wanted.
She was right I didn’t know her.
But I didn’t need to know her to know that I wanted her.
She was fit.
And she had a mouth on her that wouldn’t stop.
I liked it.
I liked how she didn’t give in so easily.
Made it all the more interesting.
What I didn’t fucking like was the git she brought with her today.
I wasn’t going to take that one very well.
So I told her to get rid of him.
And she would.
Because she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
