Tackled by the King: A Bad Boy Sports Romance

by Christina Clark

  Ten minutes later, I was looking at my best friend through a grainy webcam in Barcelona while I propped up my phone on the sofa as I sat on the floor with the box. “Are you ready?” I asked her, and she excitedly clapped her hands together. I lifted the lid and found myself looking at the most stunning black lace dress. It had intricate beige beading on it, and a silk lining that gave it the illusion of sheerness. I gasped, and Alison leaned in close and said, “What- what? Show it to me, Oh my God.” Wordlessly, I lifted the dress out of its box and stood up, so the fabric cascaded all the way down the floor. I held it up to me, and the plunging neckline and swirling appliques unfolded themselves before Alison who clutched her heart and whispered, “Fuck.” I looked down at it and said, “I know.” For the next five minutes, Alison and I just stared at it in awe and then Felix stuck his head in front of the camera and said, “Hey, Rachel- ooh, pretty dress.” I smiled at him and waved as he turned to Alison and said, “Babe, we gotta go- the lights and everything are all set up.” I bid them both goodbye and turned back to the dress- it was so beautiful I couldn’t bear it. Almost as if on cue, my phone rang, and I saw Lucas’s name on the screen. I answered hesitantly, “Hello?” I could almost hear the smirk in his voice as he said, “Did you get the package?” I looked at the dress, and sadly said, “Lucas, I’m afraid I can’t accept this.” He sounded crestfallen as he said, “Did you not like it?”

  I touched the stunning beaded details again and said, “NO, it’s absolutely gorgeous. It’s just that I can’t accept such a lavish present.” Lucas paused for a few seconds before he said, “Is that your only objection?” I frowned and said, “Well, yes-” and before I finished Lucas laughed. “Rachel, you don’t understand. This isn’t a present for you, it’s a present for me.” I raised an eyebrow as I waited for him to continue, and he said, “Rachel, I get to see you in that dress and later, if you let me, I get to take it off you.” I blushed furiously, desperately glad that he couldn’t see me just then, and I sputtered, “Wh- what?” He chuckled again and said, “So please, don’t deny me this simple request, Miss Benson.” My voice faltered as I said, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Lucas.” I hung up the phone and thought back to what he had said, and a little shiver ran down my body. I felt so restless, and I couldn’t wait till I saw him again. I walked out the door, knowing I had to find another way to release all my pent-up energy, and that run sounded like a really good idea right now.

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