Mister Perfect: A Bad Boy Romance

by Alice Cooper

  “This should tell you everything that you need to know about Judson. It has anything that you need to know more, I’m sure that you can find more on the Internet. I would implore you not to do that, but I’m not ultimately going to be holding your hands 24 hours a day and seven days a week. This is going to be up to you. Between you and me, I believe that you’re up for the task. Prove to me that my faith in you has not been in vain. I expect to have something on my desk in the next few days, but it doesn’t have to be the finished product. A draft of what you had in mind for the story will do nicely.” He went back to hen pecking on the computer, cursing every couple of minutes.

  Knowing that she was dismissed, she walked out into the hall with the many boys all ogling her frame and the tight way that that skirt hung off of her body, so delicately. There were many that were undressing her with their eyes and she had no idea. She was like a man and that way she was oblivious to those that found her interesting enough to stare at her. She was too engrossed in the file, as she casually moved from one page to the next. It was wonder that she didn’t bump into anyone, but somehow she was able to read and walk down the hall at the same time.

  “I really don’t want to do this, but I don’t want to disappoint my professor. He has been there every step of the way and I feel that I owe him a debt of gratitude. I will do this job and I will make the most of it, even if it kills me. I don’t want to admit it to anyone including myself, but this guy is a piece of work. According to all reports, he is going to be something of a rising star. The only stumbling block that I see is that he is a bit of a womanizer. He has never had a long term relationship, although that is something that we have in common. It’s possible that I can use that to peel back the layers of who Judson Nielsen really is.” It was the end of the day and instead of waiting around to be invited, she decided to stop by the stadium on her way home. She lived in a two bedroom apartment that her father and mother had supplemented with a sizable stipend of their own to keep her in the type of lifestyle that she was accustomed to. She didn’t ask for much. She would’ve been happy to take an apartment on the other side of town, but her parents were known to be worried that they wanted her to be someplace safe. They did their due diligence to find the exact neighborhood that would not keep them up tossing and turning at night.

  Samantha worked at a barista after school, but she had the day off and that gave her the opening that she needed to begin the process of getting to know her subject. She had no interest in being one of his conquests. His idea of a relationship was a notch on his bedpost. A one night stand was not in her future. She didn’t even like to drink, so losing her inhibitions with some liquid encouragement was out of the question. He would see her, as a challenge and there was no way around that. She had this hidden sexuality that was waiting for someone to unleash it. She felt it every day and when she couldn’t take it any more, she used her own fingers to do the walking.

  “I can’t believe that he gave you that assignment. I didn’t mean to overhear your conversation, but you did leave the door open. I’m the one that should be interviewing him. I would love to call him on the carpet for how he treats women like nothing more than a sexual object for his amusement.” Nina Owens was the only friend that Samantha had in college. She probably wouldn’t even have her, except Nina wouldn’t take no for an answer. She was very pushy and before long they had this friendship that was built on trust and honesty. “Now that I think about it, I do have to admit that you might be the perfect person to call him on his actions. I don’t know what happened to him during his childhood, but he has never had any more interest in a woman than her body.”

  Nina was a little older at 25 and this was her idea of starting from scratch all over again. She had a young son at home that was being taken care of by her mother, while she decided to force herself to walk down a path of education and learning. For some reason, she felt like her and Samantha had this connection. There was nothing sexual about it, but they both seemed to have a very strong opinion on different subjects. It meant for heated debates, which they could easily have by living in the same apartment together. She could chastise Judson for his behavior, but hers was that of a woman that could bat her eyelashes at any man and have them come to her. It was a bit of a stereotype and one that she was willing to look past.

  “Nina, I’m not exactly sure what my story is going to be about. What I do know is that Judson Nielsen has no idea what he is about to come up against.”

  Chapter 2

  Judson Nielsen ran down the field with his hands outstretched and ready to receive the football. It was a good thing that he could multitask, or that football was going to sail right by him without him even realizing it was happening. He had just had one of the best sexual experiences of his life, except there was something missing at the end. The way that she moved underneath him and stretched her limbs to accommodate his manly steed was amazing. She was a groupie that had cornered him after practice the other day.

  “Judson, you have to get your head out of the clouds. I know that you don’t think that you need to practice, but trust me everybody does. You’re no different than anybody else on this field. I don’t want you to get a swelled head over the fact that NFL teams are vying for your affection. Just remember that it’s not all about the glitz and glamour. You don’t want to be swayed by false promises and pretty packages that are wrapped up in big bows. We talked about this and I hope that you haven’t changed your mind about going to St. Louis. I know that it’s not one of the big name players in the industry, but you can really learn a lot underneath their tutelage.” Coach Ramirez was a bit biased and he had once had a one year contract with St. Louis.

  Judson was a strapping young man with short black hair, 6’3 with 250 pounds of muscles that were built in the gym every day after school. He had started football in high school when he was only 140 pounds soaking wet. His coach at the time had seen promise and had cultivated him into the specimen that people could see today. He liked the accolades and the feeling of worship that came from any woman that was in his gravity.

  “I’m still fielding the offers, coach. I know that we discussed St. Louis, but I’m just not sure if that’s the right choice for me.” Judson knew that he was hedging his bets and waiting for that big money offer to land on his doorstep. Living in poverty all of his life had now opened up a doorway to knowing what it was like to live in absolute luxury. He wanted the golden age and he also wanted that trophy wife on his arm that would have every man envious of his position. “Don’t worry; I do know that I have to practice. I don’t have to do it, as much as some people, but I do know the value of teamwork.” He was only telling him what he wanted to hear. He had his eye on a certain redhead. The twinkle in his eye and that come hither stare was more than enough to have that lady sitting on the edge of her seat during practice.

  “I hope that you make the right decision. It’s not every day that you have five NFL teams speaking with you and your parents privately. I’ve done my best to talk you up and you are the one that is going to make it past the rest of them. You just need to remember where you came from and that should give you a starting point to finding the life that you deserve.” The coach had taught him values, but what he didn’t teach him was that women were not to be used and thrown away like yesterday’s newspaper. He didn’t think that it was his place to play the father figure, when it was obvious that he had a father that cared enough about him that he would show up at any big game.

  “I think that I’m going to do a few sprints around the field to get my blood pumping a little bit.” He took off on a fly, making sure to make these grand gestures to show the lady in question in the bleachers that he had the stamina that could go all night long. He paced himself like a marathon runner, not over exerting and taking his time to really reach his maximum potential. He knew how to push his body, but he also knew how to back down when he felt that urge to exceed his own expectations.

  His father had informed him this
morning that an up and coming journalist major was coming to see him. Apparently, the professor was a good friend of his father’s. They were always playing the one upmanship card. They had a healthy competition and would do each other favors like good friends often do. He was a little taken aback that his father would use him in this way. He finally understood that it was nothing more than a friendship and did not benefit him in the very least. It was a selfless thing to do and gave this journalism student a chance to see the real world and not just what it was behind the classroom doors.

  He remembered the taste of that woman’s skin the other night. That slick trail that he followed down to her most treasured of areas. He was fortunate enough to learn the road map of the female anatomy from an older cougar that had taken a liking to him a couple of years ago. His virginity was still intact, until he was 16 and that year he had used his coach’s advice to grow substantially. He filled out in all the right areas and that boy next door quality had turned into something of an irresistible force.

  He saw the redhead almost salivating at the chance to dive down below the equator. His pants were filling out nicely and he liked that he could almost call upon it like a soldier ready for war. He was at that age that even a brief breeze would cause him to harden to the kind of monument that would have every woman staring at his crotch with the desire to slip their lips over top of it. He was not very particular, except for those that he would fuck into an almost unconscious state. Those that he didn’t feel particularly attracted to would get to service him with their mouth. He always believed that any love was with the glove. He had not gone against his principles and had no desire to get sidled with a kid and a woman that was digging her claws in.

  The coach watched Judson perform for the young lady. There was no doubt in his mind that his desire would outweigh any kind of team work. He could spout all sorts of different things that might make sense at the time, but behind the screen of his eyes was a duplicitous man. He was going to say one thing and do something else entirely. On the field, he was a bit of a hog when it came to the football. He liked to showboat and he had the talents that could back up his actions, which made him even that much more conceited.

  Samantha had arrived and was sitting quietly at the edge of the field watching Judson act in a way that he was purposely getting a certain young ladies attention. She was actually looking forward to throwing cold water on his parade. Getting his attention was another matter altogether, but not one that she was ill equipped to deal with. Taking a sigh of resignation, she tossed her hair in the sun and moved her fingers over her ears in a subtle seductive way. Her smile lit up a room and she was willing to play that card to her advantage. “I’m not one to use my sexuality, but I don’t see any reason why I can’t play the part. He can think whatever he wants, but there’s no way that he’s going to get past the crossing of my legs. I’m only here for one purpose and it has nothing to do with his prowess in the bedroom.”

  Judson was putting himself through the paces, going through the obstacle course. He didn’t have to, but he wanted to show that red headed vixen that there was a reason why they considered him one of the best. He may have been young, but he knew his worth and how easily he could make a woman drop their panties in his wake.

  He moved down the field, climbing over the barricade when he spied a young woman with her hand playing over her ear. It actually made him stop and then trip over the tire that he had currently put his foot into. That had never happened before and when he landed face first on those tires, he felt a little foolish. He was always able to perform on the field and also give the girls a little bit of a thrill in the stands. This was the girl that he wanted to get to know more intimately. He had forgotten all about the redhead and had zeroed in on this meek little flower that needed him to come along to make her bloom.

  Out of all the girls in the stadium watching him put his best foot forward, this one had caught his eye. He couldn’t help, but to stare at her with his mouth open. There was something about her that made him turn into a child. He turned away from her eager eyes and actually found himself blushing at the prospect of speaking to her in person. Her platinum blond hair was woven from spun gold and her green eyes were like emeralds that flashed like the sun.

  The coach helped him up onto his feet and led him by his elbow over to the young lady in question. At first Judson thought that he was playing his wing man and that had never happened before. It wasn’t, until they made introductions that he finally came to realize that this woman was playing her own game. She was here for the interview and even though he didn’t say anything, he was aware of what he was saying about her.

  … I will leave you two to get better acquainted. Do make sure to tell your father that I’m looking forward to our rematch on the golf course this weekend. I don’t think I’ve seen you since you were knee high to a grasshopper. When you were adopted at the age of five, I don’t think that your parents could’ve been any happier. They’ve been trying for a long time and then this beautiful blond girl came into their lives and turned it upside down. They were strict, but then they realized that you were this independent child that wanted to do things on her own. You’ve never been one have anybody tell you what to do. You’ve always had your own mind. I’m sorry that I haven’t had more time to come around to visit lately. You can attribute that to two divorces. I guess I just don’t know any better.” The coach was talking, but he could also see that Samantha and Judson were looking at each other like they were the Sunday special. He could feel the heat, but he was hoping that it was just the Florida sun beating down on them from above.

  He was barely noticed and they didn’t even care that he had left them to stay standing there without speaking for a good minute. Neither one of them really had much to say. Each one was taking the time to survey their surroundings. There were the mutual appraising glances and a slight flush on their cheeks. That indicated that they were embarrassed by their behavior.

  “I’m doing this out protest. I don’t do interviews, unless my agent approves. I don’t have an agent yet, but I will in the very near future. I try to steer away from interviews, as they always take everything that you say out of context. I’m only doing this, as a favor to the coach and apparently he’s only doing it, as a favor for your father. It must be nice to have friends in high places.” He didn’t mean to be condescending, but he didn’t really go into that kind of nepotism.

  “They may have set this up, but this was not my idea by any means. I’ve never been into football and I find the sport to be barbaric. People screaming and yelling to see grown men tackle each other to the ground makes me sick to my stomach. The only thing that I find the least bit entertaining is basketball. They don’t take it to the extreme and they certainly don’t hurt players in the intention of driving them into the ground. No wonder there are many serious injuries in the sport. You can’t tell me otherwise. I’ve done my research and let’s just say that I’m a little appalled by how easily retirement can happen in the blink of an eye.” I do believe that I have found the subject of my story. Unnecessary violence in sports is going to be my angle. I just hope that this charismatic young man is up to fielding my questions.”

  “You can be my shadow for the rest of the day. I have to go exercise and then I’ll take you out to dinner, so that you can ask your inane questions.” He turned towards where the young redhead was, but saw that her interests had turned from him to one of his teammates. He should have felt sorry for himself, but he couldn’t do that in the presence of somebody like Samantha. She certainly wasn’t like any other girl that he had slipped between the sheets with. Her intellect was more than just the casual bimbo that would bounce up and down in front of him. Those flotation devices on their chests were something else. On further inspection, he could see that young Samantha was not lacking in that department.

  Chapter 3

  Judson listened to her prattle on about violence in sports, especially in football and he really wasn’t interest
ed. He made small talk and spoke about how the sport had been around for a very long time. They had fans that clambered for blood every Sunday. Anything he said seemed to go in one ear and out the other. She was very passionate on the subject and there were times that she had actually made a good point. There really was no reason to hit people that hard, but it was part of the sport and not something that was going to change overnight.

  They were in the gym and he had purposely taken off his shirt to show her the product of what a man should look like after putting themselves through hell in the weight room. His muscles were straining and bulging obscenely, not to mention the one that was currently pressed inside his pants. He watched her from time to time and noticed that her eyes did stray in that general direction.

  “You can’t say that injuries like the ones that are inflicted on your teammates and rivals are necessary. This may not be the only sport and I classify hockey, as being one of the violent ones. Football is that close second. I think that you need to look in on yourself and see the truth.” Every time that he bench pressed, she felt her throat constrict and her eyes grow bigger. She had seen men with muscles, but not without their shirt on. He was glistening with a sexual perspiration that was making her very uncomfortable.

  “We could debate this issue all night long, but I think that we can find something better to do with our time. Football will always have an element of violence, but you also have to admit that we’ve come a long way from when we first started. Back then, helmets were made of leather and now we wear all of this protective gear to keep our bodies healthy. Injuries do happen, but you can easily slip in the bathtub in the morning and break your hip or crack your head against the porcelain. Life is all about risks and maybe you don’t know that, because you don’t take any.” He had decided to throw it back in her face. The look of shock was exactly what he was looking for.