Chapter 22

Christian played a fierce game, so much so he helped win the game, then 20 seconds in the last bit of the game watching from the booth I saw it all unwind before me, Christian passed the ball to Taylor the running back who took it to the end zone winning the game only the running back of the Dallas Cowboys charged at Christian, sending him flying. In a matter of seconds, my life went from joyous to a horror show. Ross looked at me as I began freaking out as did his mom and his sister since he didn't get up. His dad just sat there.

"I hope he forgets you bitch" He mumbled to me in passing, as he did Ross looked at him,

"Repeat that sir." Carrick looked Steve looked at him and repeated it, as he did, Ross leveled him. "She is the biggest fan the lions have and you disrespecting her like that makes me want to kill you with her permission."

"Go for it, she is no good for my boy," Carrick growled.

"You're boy should be never good enough for her, not even with a father like you." All of sudden a blonde woman with a head piece came in.

"Ms. Steele, Mr. Grey is asking for you." Then left.

I looked at Carrick as I passed him, "looks like he remembers my name." I kicked him in the gut as I walked past. Before I walked out, "Ross don't kill him, just make him sore." I walked out and walked to the elevator as I did, the woman with the headpiece came up beside me.

"We are on our way down now." She spoke.

"Is he on the radio with you now?" I asked.

"No just Wally is, Carrick is an asshole, always has been, don't take it personally, but he had a thing for all Christian's girlfriends. But look, Christain is hurt we don't know how bad so we asked you to come down."

"Why did you say he asked for me?" I questioned.

"You saw him, if we asked for his mom he would know you weren't remembered." The elevator doors opened up as they did we walked in. She pushed the button to go down to the stadium level, as we did fans were leaving and we made our way through the crowds. We made our way to the lock rooms as we did, I was used to the men just not half dressed. My mouth popped open as it did, it didn't close, and there was the trainer the medical doctor as well as Wally, the couch.

"Oh my God" I ran to him and knelt before him his eyes were half hooded and cast down, I looked at him at his hands and turned them to me. "You ok Christain?" I asked attentively,

"Yeah Ana, just a bong on the head that's all, did you like that we won?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm glad we won." I sat up close and kissed him, his trainer and the doctor walked away, not taking the ice bag away.

"You did good son." Wally walked away as he patted his shoulder. Now was the time to tell him.

"Your parents are upstairs as is Mia, they wanted to see how you did today." He nodded at my statement.

"Ok thank you for letting me know."

"Christian, I don't want your dad at the games unless I'm not there."

"Why?" He asked.

"He's rude to me, it doesn't make me feel good so it's him or me." He sighed as I laid down the law to him.

"Fine, if it makes you happy he will no longer come to the games unless you are not there. Ok?" I nodded.

"And I want you to tell him that we are making this work and that I'm not going anywhere." He nodded again.

"Ok I understand, but really I don't know why he doesn't like you unless you had a big skeleton in the closet he should be in love with you."

"I think it is because I don't have money or he thinks I have no money to offer now or when we get married." I retorted.

"Who says we are getting married?" He asked.

"Well?" I said, unsure of my next statement, the thought of marriage had plagued me for so long but I didn't know to who and here was Christian all sweaty and one hot mess, and I would marry him in his cleats in a heartbeat. Just as I was thinking of an answer, Jack Hyde overheard us.

"Well Ana if he doesn't want to marry you, I will just to have my way with you every night." I was going to be sick, just as I turned my head to puke, Christian bolted upright and right into his face.

"Take that back you cleat chasing womanizing creep. Or I will knock you on your ass so hard the only thing you will be seeing is her ass leaving with me."

Jack pulled his hands up "sorry dude." And walked away, glancing at me. My skin crawled as it did, Christian took off his jersey, it was green with stains of grass, I smelt it, and it was him. He chuckled, "You like the smell of my jersey?" I sat in his cubby hole. I nodded.

"I like the smell of you. You smell like fresh grass and Old Spice." I smiled at his number, I looked at it over and over. The jersey was soft in my hands, Christian quickly changed as he was in his suit soon. He held his hand to me, as I did I put his jersey into his hand.

"Thank you my dear, but really you keep it. I can get another one made." I looked at the grass and dirt smeared on it.

"Ok, just put it in your bag for now." I stood up passing it back. He looked at it, then back at me.

"Close your eyes." I closed my eyes he placed something over my head, I felt around and he pulled it into my arms, when he was done, he pulled me close and kissed me. "There, perfect." I opened my eyes and looked down, his number was on me. He took me by the hand and lead me out of the locker room as he did, he waved to the coach and pushed open the door, there were a few cleat chasers, as they looked at me and a sneering look crossed their faces as it did I smiled and walked beside him. He placed his arm around me and we made our way to the bus.

The rest of the team jumped on the bus, as soon as we were all on we went to the Fairmount Château Laurier, as far as I knew we were staying a night or two and then homeward after. We poured into the bar were more Cleat Chasers were loitering around the bar. Jack walked straight to them and as he did two of them grabbed him by the arms and walked out of the bar, didn't even need a drink just walked out the rest of the players knew they could get some, but most of them had a wife or a girlfriend and Christian told me they were loyal to the end, there were a few guys whom would go chat with them. As we sat down a Redhead came over to us.

"Hey Christian, how are you?" He looked up at her then back to me,

"Hi Gia, this is my girlfriend, how are you?" She looked at me then back to him. She nodded then took the hint.

"I'm good, I guess you won't want to talk to me anymore I guess." She remarked.

"No we can talk just nothing can happen and it will never happen again." He positioned to her. A waitress placed a beer in front of me I started drinking it. Then I looked at her, she nodded.

"I'll go make friends with somebody else then, unless your girl is into sharing." Christian looked at me. I wasn't that kind of girl. I raised an eyebrow and looked away to my bottle of bud that was placed in front of me.

"She isn't, but thanks for the offer. I'll see you around I guess." She nodded and wondered off into the crowd. "I'm sorry baby, she was an old thing."

"I know I got that when she saw you and almost galloped over here." I took a long pull on my beer.

"Hey remember what we talked about?" He asked.

"I know what we talked about but this was just here a second ago." He looked at me. Then looked at the bottle.

"I don't drink this kind of beer, where did you get this?" I didn't know but now, the room was spinning out of control. I felt sick and I didn't know what was happening.

"Christian, I think I might be sick..." I don't know if he heard me or if did, I don't know what was happening.

"Anastasia, what is wrong? Did you drink at the game?" I nodded. I did, but I don't know why I was acting drunk.

"Come on let's get you upstairs." I don't remember walking to the elevators, but as I did I pulled Christian off of me. "Baby I wish I knew what was wrong." I shook my head. As I did, I began telling something. But I saw him in a blur. He pulled me into the elevator.

"I want you." I pulled into his body and grabbed his jacket, wanting him inside of me.

"I think that's great but you sound like somebody put something in your drink, so I'm taking you upstairs and putting you to bed. Ok?" I didn't hear him.

The elevator went ding and as it did, I ran down the hall and asked him to chase me. "Come on Christian, I got the ball!" I ran and laughed as he smiled and turned to me and caught me.

"Come on my drugged up girl, somebody put it in your drink to get to me, so it worked but I am putting you to bed. Let's go." He scooped me in his arms I wiggled in his arms trying to break free of his hold on me. It was no use he threw me into bed and pulled off my shoes and my jeans.

"Now good part! Naked people dancing!" I laughed as he helped me get naked. He pulled the covers back.

"Here is the room key if you need to open the door for any reason and get locked out then here." I nodded. I saluted him.

"Sir yes!" I laughed as he kissed my cheek I flopped on the bed and twisted on the bed. Until darkness.

The next morning I awoke to Jack, Taylor, and Christain all awake and glaring at me.

"What happened?" I asked.

Christain came to me and said the one thing I never thought he would.

"We need to talk."

I know this is a short Chapter but since I have been dealing with some personal shit this is the most I can pour out of my soul right now, and I know I left it on another cliff hanger, but it is for you to tell me what you think will happen, I know what will happen, that's my job! Mwahahaha! I hope that I get back to this story tomorrow, because I love this story. Anyways bye for now.

A.