by Amiee Louise
“I’m going to put you down now, princess. Uncle Sammy is going to chat with your daddy, but I’ll be right over there, I promise.”
I wink, and she giggles girlishly. The sound makes my heart slam against my rib cage. She plants a wet kiss on my cheek, and I set her down on her feet. She runs over to her friends, and I saunter over to Cole. He is wearing dark jeans, a navy v-neck jumper, black shoes, and a dark grey flat cap. He cocks his eyebrow as he hands me a bottle of beer.
“You do realise that you’ve just made all of the women in this room cream their knickers? There’s going to be a rush for the bathroom any second, they’re all going to be checking their makeup, sorting out their hair, and doing all that girly shit.”
He chuckles, and I smirk cheekily.
“I can’t help the effect I have on women, can I, mate? It must be my devilish good looks and my dazzling charm.”
Cole lets out a deep rumbling laugh.
“Yeah, that and the contents of your bank account,” He says drily as I take a sip of my beer and roll my eyes.
“So cynical, dude. It has to be my dimples and the size of my cock too!”
Cole punches me in the arm playfully.
“I see that ego of yours hasn’t deflated!”
I shrug, and a look of amusement crosses my face.
“I promised Amy I would be on my best behaviour today.”
Cole almost chokes on his beer.
“Fuck off! You, on your best behaviour? Is that some kind of joke? I didn’t think you knew how to behave, Newbolt!”
I shrug nonchalantly, and we both laugh as Amy joins us. She looks stunning as ever. Her dark, inky hair is pulled up into a bun, and she is wearing black skinny jeans, black heels, and a red off the shoulder top. She is tall and slender compared to Cole's large muscular frame. She and Cole complement each other as a couple.
“Hey, Sam.”
She kisses me on the cheek and the fruity scent of her perfume envelopes me as I hug her.
“Hey honey, looking stunning as always.”
She rolls her eyes.
“Your charm doesn’t work on me, sugar, but thanks anyway! You don’t look so bad yourself, handsome!”
She laughs.
“Thanks for bringing Addy to the party. She’s been so excited, and she hasn’t stopped going on about you all week.”
I smile, and that is the moment I look around the large, light area that is the living room and find that all eyes are on me. Lock up your daughters, it’s time to channel Bolt, my alter-ego and inner showman. I plaster on my famous dimpled smile, and I see at least ten women, some clearly with partners, visibly swoon on the spot. It does wonders for my ego, but it can be incredibly annoying and boring. Especially when I just want to be a normal guy, celebrating my god daughter’s birthday. I feel almost out of my depth without the boys with me.
I scan the room, and my eyes settle on a gorgeous, flaming redhead, with mid-length wavy hair, light green eyes, pale complexion, a rocking bod, and huge tits. She is wearing a black pencil skirt, a pale green camisole that compliments her eyes, and a pair of sky-high heels that make her porcelain legs look like they go on forever. I notice her because she is the only woman in the room, apart from Amy, that doesn’t seem to be checking me out. She catches my gaze for a split second then looks away, and Cole nudges me.
“The woman you’re quite blatantly eye fucking, her name is Fiona Sheehan. She’s a therapist, and she’s Addison’s friend India’s mum, just in case you were wondering. I know it’s a miracle if you know, or even remember, their names these days.”
He takes a sip of his beer.
“Give me some fucking credit, man, I’ll be making her scream my name by the end of the day,” I say shamelessly, and Cole almost chokes on his beer again.
“Not at my daughters’ party, you fucking animal!”
We both laugh.
“Please wait until the party is over at least, mate. Amy will have your balls on a platter if you do that at our daughters’ party. But I can tell you now, she’s not going to fall for your moves. She’s extremely hard to please...or so I’ve heard.”
I cock my eyebrow, and he shrugs nonchalantly.
“What? Us dad’s talk!”
I chuckle, and Cole slaps me on the back.
“Go for it, Casanova, but I bet you fifty quid she turns you down!”
I finish my beer and shake his hand.
“Make it a ton, and you’ve got yourself a deal, Benedict.”
He nods, and I grab another bottle as I saunter coolly over to her. She looks up at me.
“Can I help you with something?” she says in a soft Southern Irish lilt.
Instant boner, easiest hundred quid I’ve ever made.
“I don’t believe we’ve met, I would definitely remember someone as beautiful as you,” I rasp, and she laughs melodically.
“Wow, aren’t you quite the charmer?”
I smile, bringing my famous dimples out, and she looks at me like I’m from another planet.
“So, I’ve been told, sweetheart.”
She raises her eyebrows.
“Cocky as well? Must be my lucky day.”
I smirk. Christ, it’s never usually this hard to chat women up.
“So, am I going to get your name before we fuck?” I say boldly, and she widens her eyes.
“How many sexual harassment charges have you had against you since you’ve been famous? Just out of curiosity.”
Strange question, but I’ll go with it.
“None, sweetheart.”
She looks defiantly up at me.
“Well, I’m going to be your first, if you don’t get the fuck away from me,” she hisses and storms off, leaving me in a stunned silence.
Cole joins me laughing loudly.
“Take it that it didn’t go as planned, Romeo!”
I take a sip of my beer and process what just happened. A woman actually turning me down, I never thought I would see the day. My thoughts are interrupted by Cole’s deep baritone voice, which is laced with amusement.
“You must be losing your touch; Sam and you owe me a ton!”
I shrug casually and take out my wallet. I hand him one hundred pounds, and he pockets it.
“You win some, you lose some, dude. There's plenty more willing participants.”
I wink, and he smirks as I put my wallet back in the inside pocket of my jacket.
“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, mate!”
He slaps me on the back and Addison comes bounding over to me.
“Uncle Sammy!”
She tugs on my jacket.
“That’s my name, sweetie, don’t wear it out,” I joke, and she giggles.
“You’re funny, Uncle Sammy; will you come and dance with me, pleeeeeeeeeease?”
Cole snorts, and he slaps me on the back.
“Good luck with that one, mate.”
I chug on my beer and put the empty bottle down. Fuck me, how can I say no to someone as sweet as Addison? She uses those deep brown puppy dog eyes as a weapon against me, I’m sure of it.
“Uncle Sammy, please?”
Her bottom lip starts to quiver, and I scoop her up in my arms.
“Come on then, baby girl, show me those moves.”
She giggles and plants a wet sloppy kiss on my cheek.
“Yaaaayy! India! India!”
She calls out to her friend, who is a tiny blonde-haired girl with wide green eyes. She smiles a toothy grin, and I start to question my decision in agreeing to come here in the first place. That is until Fiona’s pale green eyes lock onto mine. She immediately looks away, and I try to hide my smirk.
I set Addison down on her feet, and the pumping beat of Beyoncé’s ‘Single Ladies’ comes through the speakers. Cole is doubled over laughing, and that’s when I see the Jax, Ruby, Brody and Lucas arrive. Just in time for the ultimate humiliation, fucking great.
“You’re just in time for Sam’s big moment, boys!” Cole bo
oms and Jax starts wolf whistling.
Addison is standing in front of me tapping her foot impatiently with her hands on her hips.
“Uncle Sammy!” She reprimands, and I take off my jacket.
Fuck me, I wish I’d had more alcohol.
“Yeah, Uncle Sammy, do as you’re told,” Ruby mocks.
Ok, here goes nothing. This is going to be the longest five minutes of my life. I can’t dance for shit; I actually look like I’m having a seizure, which is why I stick to singing. I twist my large frame awkwardly around, and Addison dances animatedly around me. I clap my hands and pop my head to the left, then back to the right. I can hear the boys cheering and laughing loudly. Addison moves and shakes her bum to the music in the style of Beyoncé. Fuck me, this kid watches way too much MTV! She circles me and points her finger at me. Everyone in the room is watching, and even though I’ve been in the media spotlight for over ten years, I feel more exposed here than I do when a camera is thrust in my face. Come on Newbolt, time to bring the showman out to play. Let Bolt take the reins.
I spin around and move my feet from side to side, popping my head and shaking my hips. Ruby is whooping, and there is a circle of around fifteen kids gathered around me. A few parents are filming me with their camera phones. Great, I’m going to be a YouTube sensation, for all the wrong fucking reasons. I circle my shoulders and bust out my best moves, whilst trying not to look like I’m being electrocuted. Addison is copying me and giggling girlishly. We continue this way until the song finishes. As the song ends, the whole room erupts in a rapturous round of applause. I grin widely and take a dramatic bow. May as well milk it for all it’s worth! I sweep my hand out to the side and Addison takes a bow too. She holds up her arms, and I scoop her up in my arms. She plants a sloppy kiss on my cheek, and I walk over to Cole.
“Well done, baby girl, you got the moves. I can't say the same for Uncle Sammy though!”
He kisses his daughter on the forehead and pats me on the shoulder.
“Please stick to the day job, man!”
He laughs, and I cock my pierced eyebrow.
“Very funny, you fucker.”
Addison widens her eyes, and her mouth forms a perfect ‘O’ shape.
“Uncle Sammy said a bad word, daddy.”
Cole narrows his eyes at me.
“Language in front of my daughter, man,” Cole reprimands me, and I set Addison down on her feet.
“I’m sorry for using bad words, baby girl.”
She stands with her hands on her hips and looks up at me.
“How can I make it up to you, tiger?”
A mischievous look crosses her sweet face, and I start to regret my decision at saying those words.
“Can I have a puppy, Uncle Sammy? Pleeeeeeeeease.”
Fuck my life. Cole chuckles throatily.
“You’re on your own on that one, man.”
I crouch down to Addison’s level, and we are interrupted by an average height blonde with stunning, deep, azure blue eyes. She is wearing a floral printed maxi dress, and her hair is tumbling down her shoulders. She clears her throat.
“I’m so sorry to interrupt,” she says timidly as I stand up and my tall frame eclipses her slight one.
“How can I help, sweetheart?” I rasp, and she visibly swoons on the spot.
“Erm...me and my friend Tanya over there.”
She points to a short, woman with long black hair and dark chocolate skin. The woman waves in my direction. I wave back, and she smiles widely.
“We were debating on whether your muscles are as big as they look from over there.”
I try to hide my smirk, and she giggles flirtily as I hear Ruby mutter something along the lines of ‘Oh please!’
“Why don’t you see for yourself, sweetheart?”
I flex my muscle, and she wraps her tiny hand around my bicep. She squeezes, and I see the flush creeping up her slender neck. My mind starts to wander to what it would be like if she was beneath me and I had my tattooed hands around her pale neck, slightly squeezing, while I’m balls deep...Whoa! Fuck me, I seriously need to get laid! Her throat bobs as she swallows harshly before she allows herself to speak. Her eyes are glazed with obvious arousal.
“Wow! Your muscles are huge...and so solid.”
Her cheeks start to turn a dark shade of pink, and as I take a step closer to her, Addison tugs on my t-shirt.
“Uncle Sammy, does that lady want to get in your pants?” Addison blurts out, and I try to stifle my laughter as the woman who was hanging onto my every word rushes off, burning with embarrassment.
Cole swings her up in his arms and places her on his shoulders.
“Come on, my little troublemaker, let’s go and find mummy so we can cut your cake, yeah?”
She nods and giggles at me, blowing a kiss as Cole takes her off out into the garden. I pretend to catch her kiss and Brody joins me. He hands me a beer, and I accept it. I catch Fiona’s gaze from across the room, and she actually rolls her eyes at me. Brody follows my eyes and chuckles softly as he slaps me on the back.
“Back the fuck away from the MILF, dude!”
I smile and take a long pull on my bottle of beer.
“To obtain the unobtainable, I like your style, but from what Cole said, she sounds like a fucking crazy bitch. If you ask me, move onto the next, dude. Although, asking who you haven’t been with is like sticking a pin in the fucking phone book!”
I roll my eyes and punch Brody’s arm playfully at his blatant dig at my womanising. I admit that ever since the night at the strip club, I have been putting it about a lot more than I have in a long time, but I’m just blowing off steam. Well, that’s what I’ve been telling myself anyway.
“Ok, I admit I was a whore...once upon a time.”
Brody cocks his eyebrow and snorts.
“Was? Are you sure about that? You’ve been doing a fucking good enough job lately of convincing yourself otherwise, mate?”
I take a long pull of my beer and shrug.
“I learnt from the best, dude!”
I wink at Brody and make my way over to Fiona, who is sitting out in the garden. Round two.
“What’s a beautiful girl like you doing out here alone?”
She rolls her eyes.
“Don’t you ever give up?”
I take a seat next to her.
“What can I say, I’m a glutton for punishment and a total sucker for a pretty face, sweetheart?” I rasp, and she narrows her pale green eyes at me.
“Do your bullshit lines work with all the women you sleep with?”
I bite my lip piercing seductively and smirk cockily.
“Let’s get one thing straight, I don’t sleep with women, sweetheart; I fuck like a rock star. And in answer to your question, generally my bullshit lines work just fine. Do you want to want to test that theory, babe?” I rasp, and she looks defiantly up at me.
She’s about to speak again when we are interrupted by Addison shrieking my name.
“Uncle Sammy! Uncle Sammy! Come and cut my cake!”
I look at Fiona and salute.
“Duty calls, beautiful.”
I wink and make my way over to Addison. Brody, Jax and Lucas are standing around the table where Addison’s bright pink fairy castle cake is sitting loud and proud. Amy asked me and the boys if we would mind playing an acoustic happy birthday for Addison, and we all agreed whole-heartedly. Amy hands Jax his acoustic guitar, and he starts to effortlessly pluck the strings. Cole picks Addison up, and we all gather around. I clear my throat and start to sing happy birthday, with the boys and everyone else joining in. As I sing, I lose myself in the music, even though it's just a simple happy birthday song. I notice Fiona’s curiosity start to pique, she is definitely beginning to pay more attention to me. I flash her my dimpled smile as we watch Addison blow out her five candles.
