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A FEW DAYS LATER:

ROMAN:

It has been crazy the last few days with the media. They have been watching my every move pretty much, the first day Hayden, the girls and I walked out of her apartment into a swarm of paparazzi asking questions about Mack and Jordan as well as asking if Hayden and I were seeing each other. Neither of us responded to them but they have not stopped and it doesn't look like it's going to ease up any time soon so I have been staying at a hotel room the last couple nights with Nova and Ky so that the media can leave Hayden alone and so that we cannot bring suspicion onto us. Keeping my fingers crossed so far the dean or the ethics board hasn't questioned me and they haven't questioned Hayden about our relationship. I am not saying we are out of the woods yet but we have been lucky so far. I miss my nights with Hayden but we have been trying to stay clear of one another and trying to see each other in secret. I never wanted this for Hayden or for my children. I don't know how it all got out there but it did and we have a mess to clean up.

I am sitting in my office grading some papers from my Philosophy class when there is a knock on my door. "Come in," I call out. The door opens and I look up from my desk as I see Hayden walk into my office and my heart skips a beat when I see her, the feeling of butterflies in my stomach as my cock stirs in my briefs at the sight of her. She looks beautiful dressed in distressed jeans with holes all over them and a black t-shirt with her long dark hair pulled into a low ponytail after she straightened it. I watch her shut the door behind her. "Hayden," I say, "what are you doing here? It probably isn't a good idea for you to be in my office."

I watch her draw the blinds in my office blocking us from sight. "I had to see you, Roman. I hate this. I hate being away from you and acting like there is nothing between us. I miss you," she says. "You keep asking me to stay away and I can't stay away. I miss you. I don't even have Philosophy in your class anymore so I don't even get to see you then. I only see you in passing."

"I miss you too," I say as I lay my pen down. I push my chair out leaving space for her. "Come here," I say and she makes her way over to me. She takes a seat in my lap I wrap my arm around her waist. "I'm sorry, Baby Girl. It has to be like this for now. I hate seeing you in secret but as long as we are seen together the media is going to keep digging. I don't want you dragged through the mud with me."

"But we are in this together, Roman," she says, "and I want to fight this together. I don't care about being dragged through the mud with you. I want to be with you and I want the world to know."

"Soon enough," I say with a soft smile. "I love you, Hayden," I say with a soft smile.

"I love you too," she says with a soft smile before she captures my lips with hers. I part my lips granting her access to my mouth, her tongue dips into my mouth with soft strokes of her tongue, moving leisurely against mine as we savor the taste of each other it has been days since we were able to share a kiss. I'm enjoying every moment of our soft kiss. I haven't forgotten her soft lips, the feel of them on mine, I have been craving them. I let out a groan of protest when our kiss breaks leaving us both breathless. "I want to see you tonight," she declares.

"Hayden, do you think that's a good idea? I mean with the media watching our every move do you think that's a good idea for us to be together tonight?" I ask as I stroke her back softly, "and aren't you supposed to be in class?"

"I skipped class today," she says, "I wanted to come see you instead."

"You can't skip class, Hayden," I say, "you are going to fall behind on your school work if you keep missing class."

"I have my assignment and Mack is in that class too. I just don't want to see him, Roman. Every time I see him I think about what he did to me the fact he touched my body in ways that only you should be touching it and he did things to me that I didn't know about but not just him but others too. I can't look at him. I get physically sick, Roman."

"Hayden, I get it. I don't like looking at him either but don't let him jeopardize your college education. I know it is hard to look at him but you're bigger than him, you're stronger than him. Skipping out on class because you don't want to see him is only giving him power over you, more power over you. Don't give him that power."

"I guess you're right," she says. "He is such an asshole," she says as she picks up his paper off my desk. "You should just fail him for being a rapist asshole."

I let out a laugh and say, "as tempted as I am I would rather not lose my job because of him. He's already threatening to out me to the dean if I don't let him back onto the football team and I guess his dad is good friends with the dean. I don't know but I'm not going to let him back on the football team. I already have NCAA on my ass about the accusations against me and the accusations against him. I suppose they are going to open an investigation. It's not like they will find anything but I don't want them investigating my team."

"I get it after everything that happened with Penn State. I keep hoping that more girls open up about Mack. He did it too simple and too easily. The things he said after he did it told me it wasn't his first time. There has to be other victims out there that haven't said anything or are too afraid to say something. He tried to threaten me not to tell on him. He said I wanted it but I didn't. I don't even find Mack attractive. He is not my type so no matter how drunk I may be which I wasn't that drunk I wouldn't even sleep with him."

"I never thought of that," I say as I continue stroking her back. "Maybe you and Grace weren't the first. Maybe there are more victims out there that aren't talking. How is Grace doing?"

"She's okay. She's hurting a lot because of what happened. She was a virgin and that's not how she planned to lose her virginity. She's probably doing worse than me. I know she's depressed."

"I see," I say. "I'm sorry that happened to you two. I am so sorry."

"You're not the one that needs to apologize. I talked to my attorney and neither Mack nor Jordan is fessing up to the rape. They are both saying it was consensual but they did find traces of the date rape drug in both our systems yet they are saying they didn't do that. My attorney believes that there is a good chance they will be charged with sexual battery."

"That's good news then," I say with a smile.

"I know," she smiles, "and it is 1-5 years in prison with mandatory sex offender registration so they will be registered as sex offenders for the rest of their lives. Their consent defense means nothing according to my attorney."

"That's even better someone asked me if I ruined their lives by kicking them off the football team."

"Are you serious? Never mind the fact they ruined the lives of two women by raping them. They ruined their own lives. This is what I hate about America," she begins. "Victim shaming it's never the rapist's fault. It is always the victim like I'm the whore and I am the slut because I was raped. I am the bad person because I was raped but Mack and Jordan aren't the wrong people. I don't get it. Why do they shame the victims? They say well maybe she shouldn't have worn that outfit and she wouldn't have been raped, maybe she shouldn't have drunk that much and she wouldn't have been raped, maybe she shouldn't be a slut or a whore. It's always the victim never the rapist. How about people raise their sons to take no for an answer and raise their sons to respect women and respect the way they dress without taking advantage of them. I will never understand it and yet I am the most hated girl on campus right now because I got Mack and Jordan kicked off the football team. THEY got themselves kicked off the team because their parents didn't raise them to be better men and didn't raise them to take no for an answer. And I don't know how my name got tossed into the media victims are supposed to be private in this type of thing," she says letting out a deep breath. "When we have a son and we have a daughter. I am going to teach my son to respect girls and be a gentleman and I am going to teach our daughter that she has the right to say no and that she has the right to dress however she wants. I just hate this victim shaming shit. Not ONE time in all of this bullshit has anyone blamed the people that should be blamed all they are doing is making mistakes 'boys will be boys' no not okay."

"Wow," I say. "I get what you're saying. I don't like the victim shaming either. It wasn't your fault Hayden and it wasn't Grace's fault either."

"I know it's THEIR fault," she says, "but I don't want to talk about it anymore. I don't want to waste more time talking about them. I came to spend time with you," she smiles. "How are the girls?"

"Good," I smile. "They are adjusting. I have to talk to Shea tonight to get everything situated. I hope she's calmed down since then. I'm hoping we can sit down and talk civilly like adults."

"I hope so," she says.

"What are you doing for Thanksgiving?" I ask.

"I was planning to go to New York for a couple days to visit my family. What about you?" she asks. "Want to come to New York with me?"

"I told my mom I was going to go see her in Florida for Thanksgiving it's been a while since I saw her. I was going to see if you wanted to come with me to Florida to meet my mom."

"If I didn't already plan on going to New York to visit family plus I need to tell my dad all about you," she says with a smile. "I don't want to do it over the phone even though I am sure he already knows."

"I wouldn't be surprised if he does know. You think he's going to like me?"

"He isn't going to like the fact that you were or are a married man sleeping with his daughter," she says. "But once he gets over all that and his Italian temper simmers down he is going to love you just the way I love you," she says. "He wants me to be happy and you make me happy. It's just going to take some time."

"I understand that," I say with a smile. "So you want to see me tonight?"

"It would be nice," she smiles as she plays with my hair. "I want to spend the night with you. I miss waking up with you do you think it can be arranged."

"As long as we are careful about it," I say with a smile, "I think it can be arranged."

"My place or the hotel?"

"The hotel is safer," I say. "I have practice tonight and then I am going to talk with Shea. I will pick you up at your place and we will drive to the hotel together."

"Sounds okay. I hate this just so you know."

"I know. I hate it too but it won't be long until we don't have to hide anymore. I am trying to give you your privacy."

"I appreciate that but I prefer being with you despite whatever I have to go through. I love you, Roman. I don't think we should have to hide anymore. I am not in your class anymore."

"I know but we need to be careful about this. They might question why all of a sudden you dropped my class. They are still watching."

"But you have no control over my grades so it's a moot point we're dating and sleeping together. It's no one's business but ours. I hate this so much," she says as she wraps her arms around me and I embrace her. I hate it too but it's what needs to be done for now. "I have to get going. I will see you tonight," she says.

"See you tonight, Baby Girl," I say before we share a long soft sweet kiss goodbye. I walk her to the door and kiss her once more before she walks out of my office. I let out a deep breath. This isn't how it should be and I thought it would be different.

I get through my day and get through a pretty good practice before I arrive at the home I shared with Shea. I park my car in the driveway and walk to the front door. I walk into the house after using my key. I take a look around the house and see everything in disarray. I left the girls with Shea's mom for the night so I could talk with Shea and spend time with Hayden alone afterward. I walk into the living room and see all the wine bottles emptied on the coffee table with wine glasses with a few beer bottles. "Shea," I call out looking for her. She stumbles into the living room with another bottle of wine. "Shea, what are you doing?" I ask.

"It doesn't hurt so much when you drink," she says before drinking straight from the bottle. "Where are my kids, Roman?" she asks.

"They are at a safe place right now," I say. "I think we need to talk."

She shrugs her shoulders as she stumbles to the couch. "I thought we talked the other night?" she asks. She looks rough, rougher than I have ever seen her look before. Her hair is thrown up in a messy bun, she's wearing short shorts and a t-shirt. I take a seat next to her on the couch as she takes another swig of wine. "What do you want, Roman, don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Well, we need to talk," I say, "after the other night we need to actually talk sensibly without anything getting thrown or broken. I may not have handled it the correct way and I apologize for that. I am sorry, Shea you do deserve that much but I am still leaving you. I still want a divorce."

"Why, Roman? I thought we were happy together," she says.

"Shea, you and I both know neither of us has been happy for a long time. It's been miserable all we do is fight with each other. I am never going to be the man you want me to be. You want me to give up something that I love and I can't do that. I love football and I love coaching. You want me to be the man YOU want and I can't be that man. I thought I loved you, I thought we could make this work but we can't make it work. We have been trying for 4 years to make it work but it hasn't. I'm not happy in this marriage."

"You're the one that went out and slept with another woman, Roman."

"I am not denying that. I did sleep with another woman and I will give you whatever money you want for that distress and for my adultery. I didn't just sleep with her, Shea. I love her. I fell in love with her and she makes me happy. I am the happiest I have been in a while. We only got married because we thought it was the right thing for Nova but it wasn't. After years of trying to be who you want me to be, I can't keep trying. I am never going to be that man, Shea and I am sorry."

"So you never loved me?" she asks.

"Not like I love Hayden, no. I loved you just not enough to be your husband," I say. "I love you as the mother of my children. And you did give me two of the greatest gifts of my life and I will always love you for that but I don't love you enough to be married to you and to stay with you because of the kids is not the way to go. I want to do this as easily as possible. I want to make this clean no destroying anyone in the process," I say, "do you think we can do this without it being ugly?"

"Roman, I don't get it. After all these years and now you're going to just walk out the door on me because you found a hot young piece of ass that worships you because you're rich and a football coach. She's a fucking baby, Roman. I know you. You're going to get tired of her and you're going to walk away so will leaving me be worth it? She's just some college girl that you like to fuck. You don't love her, Roman. She's your little toy for now but what happens when you get tired of her, Roman?" she asks. "This is stupid. I don't want to lose you."

"Shea, you lost me a long time ago," I say honestly. "Way before Hayden came into the picture you lost me. I am indifferent to you, Shea. I have been for a while now. I am just not happy, I stopped caring about you and this marriage a long time ago. I know it sounds harsh but it's the truth. I don't hate you I'm just indifferent to you. What I feel for Hayden is something I have never felt with anyone else. She understands me, she makes me happy. Yes, she is young but she's not just a piece of ass to me. She is much more than that and I love her for who she is and her ideas, her visions, her intelligence. She may only be 21 BUT she has an old soul that connects with mine. I hate that I am doing this to you but I can't stay in a marriage that I don't care about with a woman I don't care about. I am sorry, Shea. I just want a divorce, want to move on with my life. I have a lawyer and I want to try mediation, work out the logistics. I just want it to end clean."

"Yeah, that's not going to happen, Roman. I'm going to make you sorry that you cheated on me and slept with that little slut."

"All right, I am trying not to get ugly with you and you are allowed to feel that way but don't get upset if this doesn't turn out in your favor. I am going for custody of the girls."

"Over my dead body," she says. "Your little slut is not raising my kids. I already know about the days she was hanging out with them. I don't want her around MY kids."

"You see she is going to be there. I am going to marry her someday and we are going to have kids together. She is always going to be there and she loves the girls."

"How long do you think she's really going to stick around if you're making her play house? She's a baby she wants to go out and have fun. She doesn't want to raise kids or be married to you. She likes the sex and for whatever reason she likes you but you'll do the same thing to her. You don't even like Nova and Kylynn. You never wanted them."

"First of all if someone didn't trap me into having kids with them I might have reacted a little better but don't ever sit there and tell me I don't love my kids. Despite all the shit that happened in this marriage and between us they are the best things to come out of this fucked up relationship. I'm done with this conversation, Shea. You can either let this go easily or we can do it the hard way at this point I don't give a shit how it goes as long as by the end of it all I am done with you and I can be happy with Hayden."

"Yeah, she doesn't know the dark sides of you like I do. Maybe I should tell her and maybe she might see you differently."

"Stay away from her," I warn as I stand up. "You can make the choice," I say. "But in the end we are going to be over. And making up lies about me isn't the way you want to go, Shea."

"I'm sure the college and NCAA would love to hear about some of the stories I have for them about you."

"Whatever you say, Shea," I say. "Fix yourself," I say. "You're a mess and if you think I am going to let my kids live in this environment with you, you are mistaken," I say. "And I am going to take the house as it belongs to the college so don't get too comfortable living here."

"Okay, Roman," she says, "everyone is going to know about you and your dark secrets. I'll start with Hayden," she says.

"You'll stay away from her," I warn, "and I mean it. I already heard about one visit you had with her. You're lucky she didn't press charges. I wish she would. You couldn't hide behind mom and dad anymore like you have done all your life, Shea. I am not the person you want to fuck with when it comes to my kids and Hayden so keep making threats, Shea."

"Fuck you, Roman, you're going to be sorry. I should have listened to my dad about you."

"And I should have listened to my mom about you," I say. "Goodnight, Shea."

"I want my kids, Asshole."

I shrug my shoulders. "Not going to happen," I say before I walk out of the house. I hate that she can bring the worst out in me. It has always been like this. She has always brought the worst out in me. I am willing to do this nicely and clean but she isn't going to let that happen.

When I arrive at Hayden's apartment I wear a baseball cap hiding my identity from the paparazzi that's camped out front of her building. I manage to slip past them unnoticed and walk into the building. I make my way to her apartment. I knock on the door and wait for her to answer. I smile as she opens the door dressed in a different outfit from earlier today in a pair of shorts and a tank top with her hair pulled up in a messy bun with the necklace on that I gave her. "Roman," she says with a smile before my lips are on hers as she pulls me into the apartment. I kick the door shut behind me never breaking the kiss, kissing her hard, deep with urgency. "We," she says before I kiss her again. I feel her hands in my hair as she pulls the baseball cap off my head. She frees my hair as I kiss her hard, my hands all over her plump and curvy body. "We need to talk," she says breathlessly after our kiss.

"We'll talk later, I need you," I say before I kiss her again, scooping her up into my arms and carrying her to our bedroom. I have no patience as I strip her out of her clothes and strip out of my own clothes. Just like I have no patience to make love to her as I lay her back on the bed skipping all the foreplay, skipping the oral and taking her hard and rough. I thrust into her as I cover her body and she cries out in pleasured pain as I fill her. I like to wait until she's ready to take me but there is no patience in me tonight. I want to bury myself into her which I do as I start making love to her, bruising her lips with mine as I thrust hard and deep inside of her. Her loud moans pressed against my lips. I fuck her hard, almost too hard but she doesn't complain. Hard and fast I slam into her, her nails digging into my back as I move, her teething sinking into my shoulder stifling the scream as she cums. It pulls me over the edge and I come apart, slamming into her as I cum deep inside her, filling her with my seed. I kiss her lips softly as I finish my release. "I'm sorry, Hayden."

"What pissed you off?" she asks looking up at me with her dark eyes. "I take it Shea didn't work out too well?"

"I don't want to talk about Shea," I say. "I want you and only you," I say before taking her lips for a soft sweet kiss. "I shouldn't have been so rough."

"I don't mind it," she smiles. "It was different but I have no complaints. I love you."

"I love you too," I say with a smile.

"What happened to the hotel?" she asks.

"Fuck the hotel. I'm not hiding anymore, Hayden, we aren't hiding anymore," I say. "I'm your man and the world is going to know about it no matter what I have to face. If I have to leave Georgia Tech I will teach somewhere else, coach somewhere else. I don't care I want you and the world is going to know it," I say before I kiss her lips once more. I make love to her so soft and sweet fixing all the roughness I had with her earlier.

We finish making love sometime after midnight and I have her cuddled up in my arms as I lay beside her, stroking her arms softly with my fingertips and my lips in her hair. "I got a phone call," she says turning to face me. "From the dean."

"What did the dean say?" I ask.

"The dean wants to meet with me about some things. I think one of those things may be you but I am not sure. He just said he wanted to talk to me. It doesn't sound good does it?" I ask.

"Not really," I say, "but everything is going to be okay. Maybe it's about the rape and he wants to remove Mack and Jordan from school which is what should have happened already."

"And if it's about us, what do I say?" she asks.

"You tell him the truth, Hayden. You're no longer in my class it isn't like they can remove you from school because you are in a relationship with me. I have more to lose from this than you do at this point."

"I don't want you to lose anything because of me, I want you to keep your job. You love Georgia Tech."

"But I love you more and I would rather lose all that than you. Like I said, I can coach somewhere else, I can teach somewhere else. I don't have to work at Georgia Tech," I say. "I love you."

"I love you too," she says before I kiss her lips softly.

*A/N: So what did you think? What do you think about Hayden being victim shamed by everyone? What about Shea and Roman? Does Roman have a dark side or is Shea bluffing? Please review and thank-you for reading.