When I got there, I wasn’t expecting to see videos of Lauren getting millions of views already as she bragged about the time we spent together while simultaneously bashing the fuck out of me.
Basically, Lauren said fuck the fact that I had my attorney send her a contract and NDA to sign electronically. Before we even left the lounge, she had to agree to the terms of both and also send her STD/HIV results. The biggest part of the NDA was that she was not supposed to let anyone know about our time together. If she did, I could sue her ass.
Around three this morning, she started uploading her videos. The first one was about how I didn’t value women for anythingbeyond their pussy. How I had a whole legal process that made it clear I only wanted sex from women and nothing else. The second video was her talking about how I didn’t try to get to know her in any way before knocking her down. Apparently, she’d set her phone up to record us while I took a shower, because the third video was of me making sure she understood there would be no kissing, no talking, straight fucking, and then she’d have to get her ass the fuck on so I could go to sleep. And the fourth video was of us having sex.
So not only had she violated the NDA and contract, but she posted a damn homemade porno of us.
My team was actively trying to get the videos taken down, but damage had already been done. My attorney had already called and told me he planned to sue and press charges against her for revenge porn and digital sexual assault. Lauren made it clear in her videos that she didn’t care about breaking the NDA because she didn’t have a million dollars to give if I tried to sue her, but she didn’t know I was going to have her ass locked the fuck up. I couldn’twaitto see how she was going to respond to that.
“I feel like you’re not taking this seriously,” Justine said, cupping her hands on top of the table. “While there are a few women lusting after you because of your performance and a few men giving you props, the bulk of people commenting and sharing are bashing you for your behavior. They are using words like narcissist, self-absorbed, womanizer, user, playboy, and my personal favorite—ain’t shit ass nigga.
“Now Lauren’s boldness has previous women from your past coming forward bucking the system as well. There’s a train of women on social media making you look like you have no respect for women, and seeing as there’s a large percentage of women in your fan base and the team’s overall, this is certainly no laughing matter, Falcon.”
Groaning, I shook my head as I sat up in my seat.
“I’m not laughing at the situation, Justine. I know it’s serious. I take my image seriously, and I’d never do anything intentionally to make the team look bad. The whole point of the NDA and contract was to avoid women going public about our time together. Do I only want sex from women? Yes. But I handle it fairly and respectfully. I’m not sure why that’s being portrayed as something negative. I’m also not sure why you think me linking up with someone else in the spotlight negatively is going to do anything to fix my image. That’s what’s laughable.”
Justine scratched behind her ear as she released a heavy sigh.
“It looks bad because for the entire length of your career, the world has never seen you in a serious relationship. With this coming out, you look bad as hell, Falcon. There’s no way for me to sugarcoat it. I understand you only prioritize sex because it’s a need, and you don’t want to half ass a relationship, knowing your career comes first, but this is not giving that. It’s giving you don’t value or respect women, and all you do is use them as cum buckets.”
“Now that’s taking it too damn far. I always use a condom, Justine.”
When she massaged her temples, I realized she didn’t find my attempt to lighten the mood humorous at all.
“We need to clean up your image before preseason starts. You’re looking at lost endorsements and sponsorships, not to mention losing the respect of your fans. You’re also going to make your team look bad, and I know that’s not what you want. I need you to take this idea seriously, Grove.”
The only time Justine called me by my last name was when she meant business, so I nodded my head for her to continue.
“This won’t be an overnight fix. Right now, our focus is on cleaning you up on social media. That means getting her videos taken down and releasing a statement on your behalf.After that, if your attorney wants to file charges against her, he can. The next phase is to soften you toward women. If we lose that audience, we lose millions in deals—current and future. No company will want a man accused of being a narcissistic, sex-crazed user of women promoting their products. We’re going to plant you in a fake relationship to show people that you can, in fact, be faithful, treat women well, and be interested in something beyond sex. We need to make you look human, yes, but also simply like a good man—not someone who makes something as intimate as sex a contractual exchange.”
“I get all that, but I don’t understand how linking me with someone for a fake relationship won’t look like a setup. And like I said, if it’s a new client you’re taking on with her own issues, how will she not make me look even worse?”
“You two getting together will be like a common ground, we saw each other, match made in Heaven kind of thing. If we went public with the relationship now, it would look fake. That’s why we’re going to wait a few weeks and start small to build the tension. And I figured when you found out who the woman was, you’d jump on the opportunity to do this with her.”
“Who is it?” I asked curiously.
“Eli Tate.”
Now that caught me off guard. I hadn’t heard anything about her career or image being in trouble.
“The fuck would she need to do this for? What’s going on with her?”
“Well, she’s in a bit of trouble on social media too. A video of her was released today that showed her whupping some girl’s naked ass—literally.”
Even before she slid me her phone to watch the video, I knew exactly what it was. My eyes widened, and I covered my mouth as it hung open. Yes, I knew Eli could fight, but seeing her do damage in real time still amused and impressed me. There wasalso a part of me that hated seeing her fight, especially because of her man, and made me want to care for and protect her even more.
“Her agent reached out to me for help, and I figured putting you two together would be most realistic. You already know each other. Her brother is your best friend and teammate. So if you two were to start dating, it wouldn’t be that unbelievable. The relationship would be fake, and while it softens your image with women, it will show her as human.
“She never shares anything with the world, and her image is definitely taking a hit because of this. While she’s known to be this soft lover girl, the video makes her look violent, aggressive, and cruel. Also, toxic. Eli should not be blamed for being cheated on and betrayed, especially by her best friend, but unfortunately, she’s being judged. This directly goes against her music and image and?—”
Knowing Eli would be my fake girlfriend was reason enough for me to blurt, “I’ll do it, but first, I need to talk to her and Isaac.”
Chapter
Seven
Eli
