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EMMETT/CAPTAIN FUCKTASTIC.

Ever since our parent's died when I was ten and my sister Alice was five, our uncle on our mother's side, Uncle Nick has taken care of us.

We were actually spending the night with Uncle Nick and Aunt Angela so our parents could celebrate their wedding anniversary when we got the news they'd had an automobile accident and was killed instantly when they were hit by a drunk driver.

Uncle Nick was the only family we really had. My mother's family had disowned her when she got pregnant with me. She was only sixteen and still in high school. My Dad was a freshman in college obtaining a degree in Criminal Justice. Mom and Uncle Nicks family came from money and Dad was considered from the wrong side of the tracks.

My Dad wasn't a bad man. After graduation, he got a job as a cop for the Atlanta Metro Police Department. My grandmother was actually a school teacher. But because she was a single parent, my mom's family didn't approve.

So when she showed up on her brother's doorstep, of course, Uncle Nick took her in. Mom and Dad eventually got married. When Uncle Nick was drafted into the NFL for the Atlanta Falcons, was when Mom and Dad moved here to Atlanta and Dad got the job as a cop.

Of course, once Mom died, her family was remorseful. By this time, Uncle Nick told them to go fuck themselves. They set up trust-funds none-the-less for Alice and me.

Alice and I owed our Aunt and Uncle everything. I wanted to be just like Uncle Nick. I played little league football as a kid and, of course in Junior and Senior high. I received a football scholarship to Vanderbilt and was drafted into the NFL.

Uncle Nick tried to get me to understand, it wasn't as glamorous as it seemed. I didn't know what the hell he was talking about. I had the media attention and all the girls I wanted. I was a Heisman Trophy winner, and by the time I made it to the pros I had been through so many women, it wasn't even funny.

Then, I ran into the woman from hell. Rosalie Hale. Or should I say the stalker from hell? That woman was pure cray-cray. She seemed to show up everywhere I was. In bars, strip clubs, in my hotel rooms. The last straw was when she showed up at my house, in my bed. She tried to trap me into believing she was pregnant with my baby.

That was when I decided Uncle Nick was right. I up and quit football. I took my trust fund and decided to disappear. I traveled the world for about ten years. As far as the sports world was concerned, I fell off the face of the earth.

In the meantime, Uncle Nick had retired from football and had opened a Sports management agency. His firm was actually featured in Forbes. So when he told me he was ready to retire and wanted me to run his firm, how could I turn him down?

So now, I've been back in Atlanta for the last two months. Uncle Nick wanted me to get settled in before he brought me in.

Even though I no longer play football, I still like to stay in shape. I run five miles a day, five days a week. The spare bedroom in my highrise apartment is my personal gym. Ever since Rosalie, I don't trust going to club gyms.

The first time I saw my neighbor in the elevator, I didn't know what to make of her. She was an absolutely beautiful woman. I didn't see what she saw in the guy she was with. I actually thought he was her boyfriend. I wondered if she knew he was gay?

The next time I saw her, I actually overslept and started my run late. It was then I realized he was not her boyfriend, but her personal assistant. When I saw him open her car door and they were both checking me out, I decided this was the new time I was going to start my run in the mornings.

I was still gun shy when it came to approaching women. So it was about a week before I actually introduced myself. She tried to seem like she wasn't interested, but I know she was by the way she checked me out.

I'd pretend to fumble with my phone as I notice her behind me taking me all in. I was still trying to work up the nerve to ask her out to dinner.

I'd sit in my apartment and think of no one but Ali Davis. Occasionally, I'd hang out with my old high school and college buddies.

Edward Cullen, my best friend from High school, was a meteorologist for The Weather Channel. My friend from college Jasper and his brother Peter Whitlock had recently moved to Atlanta. Jasper was a Major in the US Marines. After three tours in Iraq, Jasper retired. Peter says he has PTSD but is coping. They own a Security Company. Another of my friends, Laurent Devereaux, is originally from New Orleans. He and his family moved here after Hurricane Katrina. Edward introduced us when I first moved back.

"So Em, tell us about this hottie from your building. You hit that yet?" Peter asked.

"Pete, there's nothing to tell. I see her in the mornings before my runs, and that's it," I told him.

"You want me and the Major to check her out for ya?" Why Jasper insists on still being called the Major, I have no idea. "Make sure she ain't cray-cray?"

"No, Peter."

"Well, when are you going to get back out there and start dating again?" Edward asked.

"Probably about the same time you stop dicking around and finally marry Isabella Swan," I told him. For the past three years, Edward has had this on again, off again relationship with the famous actress Isabella Swan. For some reason, all the guys started laughing. I wasn't sure what I was missing

"That's right, I forgot you've been living under a rock. They've called it quits for good. Isabella's a lesbian. There are pictures all over the tabloids of her and her girlfriend," Laurent said. I was astonished.

"Wow, Edward, I'm sorry man," I told him sincerely. Edward looked like he was about to burst out into tears. He got up and ran from the bar.

"I always said she wore the pants in that relationship," Jasper said.

"Hell, I would have thought he'd come out of the closet before she did," Peter said.

"YEAH!" Jasper chimes in

"YEP!" Laurent says as he nods his head

"I AGREE!" I say to the fellows.

"Well, guys. I've gotta call it a night. I start at my Uncle's firm in the morning. I need to get a good night sleep and, of course, I need to get a work out in beforehand,"

"Well, good luck and congratulations, Em. I mean, you're still gonna get us those season tickets right?" Peter asked.

"You know it! And once I'm in, I'll call you on switching security," I told him.

"Sweet!" I gave my boys a pound before heading out the door for home.

I got on the elevator from my morning run, and there's Ali This time she's alone on the elevator. I smile at her, and she returns a smile.

Jesus, I wanna say something, but I don't know what to say. Why can't women take the initiative sometimes? I would love it if she'd just pushed the stop button of this elevator, push me up against the doors and have her wicked way with me.

As if she heard me, she does just that. She pushes me up against the doors of the elevator and the next thing I know, she's got her long cocoa brown legs wrapped around my waist, and I've got my tongue so far down her throat I'm afraid she's going to choke.

I finally fumble around the elevator and push the button to restart it. We're still in a hot embrace. Once the elevator stops on her floor, we get off, and we're still at it all the way to her apartment.

"You sure you can handle me, Captain Fucktastic?"

"Hee, hee I see you've already got a nick-name for me. What should I call you?"

"We'll get to that in a minute. Let me go and slip into something more comfortable." She says as she goes into her bedroom.

"YES!" I whisper as I do a fist pump. I immediately start stripping off my clothes.

"Ali, baby. I know this is going to sound strange, but I was trying to think about how I was going to ask you out. I mean, it's as if you knew exactly what was going on inside my head."

"Everyone calls me Cookie," I heard her say from the bedroom.

"Cookie?" That's a cute nick-name.

"But that's Mistress Cookie to you," I heard her say as if she was right behind me. I turned around to see her dressed in a Catwoman vinyl catsuit. Including eye mask, claws, ears six-inch thigh high boots and a whip which she whipped for effect.

"That's because I know exactly what men want. They're all scared little boys that need a strong woman to whip them into shape," she said as she cracked the whip one more time.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGG!

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"AHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!" I scream as I sit ramrod straight up in my bed as the alarm clock goes off. I shiver at the thought of my dream. Maybe I should have Jasper and Peter's company check her out. I shiver once more, as I start having flashbacks of Rosalie Hale all over again.

I opt for my run on the treadmill today, before my usual workout. I make my protein shake take my shower and get dressed for my first day at the office.

Once on the elevator, it makes the usual stop on her floor. She and her assistant get on as usual with her usual greeting.

Then she asks me about my run.

I tell her about my new job, and she congratulates me. Man, she seems perfectly normal. But so did Rosalie until she was sitting in my bed with that fake pregnancy test.

She gets off at the lobby floor as usual and waits for me to get off first as we usually do, but then she notices that I've pushed the button for the garage. She congratulates me again, before getting off the elevator. It's my turn, this time to watch that plump ass as she makes her way across the lobby floor. She turns back and smiles just as the elevator doors close.

Once at my Uncles firm I wait in his office until it's time for the meeting. He instructs me to wait for fifteen minutes, before making my way to the conference room. As I walk in, my Uncle is trying to introduce me to my new partner, but her back is turned. My eyes go wide as he says the name. Maybe it's just a coincidence. But then I see, her assistant, Brandon, before she even sees me. She's too busy in a self-rant to notice me.

"Ali, please Welcome and meet your new co-Managing Partner. Former Running back for the Tennessee Titans and my nephew. Emmett Dale McCarty, Jr." Uncle Nick says.

She freezes in place before her head snaps around to look at me.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Ali exclaimed. I see as her eyes begin to roll back in her head before she goes down for the count. I rush over and catch her before she can hit the floor.

"I'm working for Captain Fucktastic," I hear her say before she's out cold.


OKAY! Did y'all catch what I did there with Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart LOL LOL