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Red Devil.

Chapter title- You drive me crazy.

Soccerward's POV

It had been a long-ass couple of weeks. The games came thick and fast as did the training and the press conferences. The only reprieve I got were the fuck- awesome phone calls to and from my girl.

The phone sex...oh for the love of God, the phone sex. I was already missing my daily dose of Bella, but this just pushed me over the fucking edge. The need to taste and touch her, to have her here in my arms was almost unbearable.

It didn't take a fucking genius to work out just how deep she had gotten under my skin.

I did, however, need to somehow convince her to never, ever again attempt a British accent. Being drunk was no fucking excuse for that piss poor show, even if it was the cutest and funniest bloody thing I had ever heard in my life.

I also needed to have words with my sister about getting my girl drunk without me being around to watch out for her. That shit was un-fucking-acceptable. If Bella was drunk and in a fun and horny mood, me and my dick wanted to be present and fucking ready for it.

Talking of my dick, he had been in a blind stupor since that amazing wake up call Bella had given the both of us before I had to leave for my away games.

Both my penis and I were in firm agreement that waking up with Bella's plump lips around my cock was the only acceptable way to greet a new fucking day, and since that had not been possible for nearly two weeks my dick was in a pretty bad mood. He had been slightly lifted by the hot as hell phone sex, but that had only lasted a few hours, and he was back to pouting and daydreaming about her mouth and all the things he could and would do to it.

The dirty little fucker

My phone calls with Bella had been pretty good in general while I was away. For some reason, I found myself able to be more open than I ever had been face to face. I even told her about some of the shit that had gone down between me and my dickhead father.

I did question why the fuck I was able to be this way through a phone and not in person, and I was worried Bella would be questioning it as well.

Would I be able to open up the same way once I was home? I'm fucked if I know.

I was still having a lot of trouble comprehending what exactly it was I felt for Bella. I knew it was more than I had ever felt for another girl in a long time, if at all. I wanted her in every way possible. She was my every fucking thought from the moment I woke till I went to sleep. I needed her in a way I needed no one else. I couldn't imagine a time when I would not feel these things for her, and I couldn't imagine wanting them with another—and in case it wasn't clear, my dick was rather obsessed with her and her lady garden.

If I had to put a label on what I felt... well, I didn't fucking know what to call it. A voice in my head kept whispering the 'L' word, but I just couldn't deal with confessing that to myself or to her.

My denial would not hold up for much longer; I knew that at some point, I was going have to grow a fucking pair and just allow myself to fall.

Today was the day I was going back to Manchester and back to Bella. I had taken part in another inner city out-reach program with the Newcastle lads, and I really enjoyed it. That shit even surprised me. I expected another load of cocky little fuckers and a tedious display of showing our skills off and trying to teach them how to do the same.

It was nothing like that. It was fun, it was eye opening, and it was really fucking rewarding to see how it gave these boys hope that they could get out of the poverty and crime cycle a lot of them grew up in just by playing a game they loved. It made their dreams seem real for them, and that shit was something to behold.

Somewhere along the line, I had become a decent human being, and I think the blame lies solely with my Bella.

My Bella. My beautiful, stubborn and downright-annoying-at-times, Bella.

She was never more annoying to me than she was right now. Right now, as she's sitting there asking me if I needed therapy. Fucking therapy.

I've been looking forward to coming home, seeing the woman I care so deeply for and, hopefully, getting my end away in said woman, but she has to go and open that pretty fucking mouth of hers.

I push the plate of food away and stand up from my chair.

"Are you joking?" I ask.

Bella looks slightly taken aback at my tone of voice, but I don't have it in me to give a fuck right now.

"Edward, I'm only trying to help you. All that stuff with your dad can't be easy. I just thought maybe it has something to do with all the anger and aggression you sometimes have," she tells me in a soft, calming voice.

I exhale through my nose and look at her. All I see is concern and no judgement.

My head was still screaming at me to curse her out for having the nerve to even suggest this, but my heart—my fucking heart— is telling me she means well, that she cares, and I should be grateful.

My heart is apparently now in charge of all things Bella. My dick will have to take a back seat.

And at some point, I'm going to have to find my balls and reattach them.

"Edward, will you please say something?" Bella pleads.

I take a couple more seconds to consider my reply.

"I have no desire what-so-fucking-ever to go to a shrink. I don't need it, and I don't want it. Not to mention, if that shit got out the press would have a god damn field day."

Bella just nods and looks down. I haven't fucking finished, and I won't be till she's smiling again.

I kneel down in front of her and soften my voice. "I'll talk to you, I'll talk to my sister, fuck I'll even talk to the gaff if that's what you want, but I'm telling you and asking you to respect the fact that I can't see someone about my dad. I just can't." I tilted her chin so her eyes were looking straight into mine.

I was rewarded with the smile I wanted to see.

"Okay, but please, Edward, please promise me you will talkto me," she begged.

I smiled and nodded, placing a kiss on her lips. The heat between us suddenly burned the air. All the time apart, and the argument we just had intensified our already fuck-hot passion, and I lost myself in her for the rest of the evening.

She came for me seven times that night. My dick is once again smug and slightly exhausted—and my heart—well, my heart, that's just Bella's.

The next day I honoured my promise to my girl to talk to my sister about our shithead dad.

I pulled up to the underground parking of Alice's flat and tried to figure out what the hell I was going to say to her. I'd phoned Alice earlier to let her know that I was coming over, but she had no idea why. I just hoped she would be open to talking about this with me. The more I thought about it last night, in between sexing up Bella, the more talking to Alice seemed like a really fucking good idea. If anyone knew what my dad was like it was her.

By the time I got to her front door, I had resolved to be completely straight with her and just go for it.

I heard loud music pumping through her door as I knocked. Fucking JLS of all things; my sister's taste in music had not improved one bit since she was a teenager.

"Edward!" she greeted me with a huge smile.

She hugged me and invited me in. Her place is so fucking girly; I don't even know how Jasper stands it. I feel like I'm walking into a huge bottle of Pepto Bismol every time I come over.

"What brings you over to my humble abode, brother?" she asked, chucking a bottle of water at me.

"I was...umm...I was wondering if I could talk to you about dad," I said nervously.

Alice looked shocked for a moment, but quickly composed her expression and motioned for me to sit down.

"So what exactly is it about dad that you wanted to talk about?" she asked.

I rubbed the back of my neck; ironically, a nervous gesture passed down from my father.

"Well, Bella thinks that he's the reason for a lot of my aggression and shit. Basically, she thinks I should be getting some kind of help for my 'daddy issues,' which I completely refused to do. Talking to you is my compromise. If anyone knows what an ass dad is, it's you," I told her.

She nodded thoughtfully. "Dad is an ass. He's an ass of epic proportions, but, Edward, don't hide behind him and the way he treats you. He hasn't been fair and he hasn't been supportive, but you can't blame him for everything."

Well, fuck. I really wanted to blame everything on him; I kind of enjoyed it.

"Alice, do you know Dad has not been to one of my football matches? Not one. Not even when I was in the academy. I didn't even get a phone call to say congratu-fucking-lations when I turned pro. And you know what really pisses me off is the fact that he's willing to cut you out just because you support me. That's how fucking selfish he is," I ranted.

"Edward, do you blame yourself for the fact I don't really have a relationship with dad?"

Well, fuck me; I didn't expect that question, but—ding, ding, ding—I think we've hit the fucking jackpot.

I do feel bad for the fact Alice barely speaks to him. When we were kids she was always daddy's little girl. The fact that she was so willing to turn away from that was a testament to how close we were.

"I guess I do feel a bit guilty. If it wasn't for me, you and dad would still be close and you wouldn't have to see mum separately," I confessed.

"Well, you can cut that shit out right now. The decision to support you and how it's affected things with me and dad is all on me. That was my decision to make; you never asked me to side with you."

I nodded my head.

"He should never have cut you out like that, Alice. Nothing that happened was your doing and he should have seen you were do nothing but supporting your only brother when he needed you too," I told her.

She didn't say anything else about dad, and I had a feeling that this is something Alice and I discuss again very soon.

"Look, talk to Bella. You two are clearly building something, and I'm so happy for you. Just don't fuck it up. You can't let dad, or your dickhead ways blow this because if you do, I have a feeling you'll regret it for the rest of your life," she told me and kissed me on the cheek.

After a bit more talking about dad, mum and Bella, and how we apparently can't keep our relationship secret for shit, I left to go to training.

Two days passed and I knew talking to Alice was a great idea. I felt a little lighter knowing she didn't hold me responsible for the breakdown of her relationship with our father. Bella was so pleased with how my conversation with Alice had gone, I'd been rewarded with a blow job and a fucking delicious meal.

As much as I was pleased that I was able to talk about these things, I still felt that Bella and I needed to know more about each other.

Her exact relationship with this Riley dude was high on my list of things to address. Bella said he's gay, but there is something that doesn't feel right there. I can't help feeling like he's into her. Fuck, maybe I'm just paranoid. I guess being in lo... caring about someone so much can do that to you.

Today, however, I had a game to play. I was at Old Trafford and looking forward to playing Aston Villa.

It's always nice to be back on home turf after a long stretch of away games. Not to mention our record against Aston Villa at home is pretty fucking impressive.

By the time I'm out of the changing rooms and lined up with the other lads ready to take to the pitch, I'm pumped. This feeling—this right here—this moment before you step out and you hear the crowd, it's just fucking awesome. It practically gives me a fucking hard-on.

I took my position and glanced to the stands where I could see Alice and Bella sitting. She was so fucking beautiful it made my chest hurt to the point where I had to rub it for a little relief.

She's fucking everything.

The first half was fast paced end to end stuff. Aston Villa was obviously playing to win. It was actually fucking refreshing. So many teams come here with the intention to just sit back and defend, and that shit is just boring. The second half was just the same. We had a penalty shot that the dumb-ass ref refused to give. I was fuming and gave the fucker a piece of my mind. Rooney was brought down; any twat could have seen it. I ended up with a yellow card for my troubles.

We were eighty minutes in and the score was still 0-0 when Nani passed the ball across the field to me. I had some space, but I knew I didn't have much time. I used my speed to run with the ball down the wing till I was in a position to pass to Rooney in the box. I made the pass, and it was right on the fucking money—of course—but Rooney didn't have a clear shot from his angle. I manoeuvred myself into a scoring position, got the ball back from Wazza and drove that fucker home.

Game, set and god damn match.

I looked into the stands and saw Bella on her feet cheering and smiling so wide and so beautifully I nearly forgot to breathe. I threw her a wink, running down the pitch to get in my position, and when the final whistle blew, I was pretty damn sure I was completely and utterly fucking in love with my agent. My Bella.

I'm also pretty sure I've never been more vulnerable than I am now.

Bella could destroy me.


Agentella POV

Watching Edward play was a sight to behold; he's truly masterful on the field. When his mind is focused, nothing gets in the way.

But then when he looked up at me and winked, I felt giddy as a schoolgirl. The problem was I didn't know what to do with the feeling. My focus was on that. I knew that I was starting to develop feelings for Edward, but I'm not sure what he feels for me, other than lust. We're both very good with the lust.

Shaking myself from thoughts of feelings, I made my way to the players lounge.

The players cleaned up in the locker room and made their way out one by one. Mingling with everyone, I made my way around the room before seeing Edward with his regular group.

"Great goal, Edward," I said edging the group.

He looked at me and smiled. Then my heart melted and I think I sighed.

"Bella, isn't Riley arriving tomorrow?" Alice asked.

"Yeah, I have to go pick him up before lunch."

"Do you need someone to come with you?" Edward asked. "You know, since you don't know the city very well."

The group looked at him then volleyed their staring at me back and forth a few times, and I'm ready to scream.

"Yeah, that would be helpful," I replied.

It's almost comical watching the two of us hide our relationship in public.

I heard Alice sigh and Jasper snort.

"Shut it," Edward growled at Alice from under his breath.

Eventually, the conversations and mingling ended and I made my way back to my hotel room only to have Edward show up thirty minutes later.

He attacked me as soon as I had the door open, pushing me back inside, crashing his lips to mine, and kissing me like he hasn't kissed me in ages. As he kissed me, he moved us, turning me and positioning me over the back of the couch. He lifted my dress, pulling my panties down my legs, and placing wet-mouthed kisses along my heated skin. Giving my ass one hard smack, he thrust into me before I even had a chance to brace myself.

He drilled me from behind, gripping hard on my hips and breathing heavily.

"Edward!" I screamed as he pushed my body to orgasm.

He grunted and thrust a few more times, eventually pulling out and taking me to my bed, stripping us of the rest of our clothes and entering me again, throwing my legs onto his shoulders and fucking me for most of the night.

Like he was trying to prove something.

The next morning he drove the Land Rover to the airport. He gently held my hand, resting it on his thigh as we made our way through the city; something he normally didn't do.

The gesture brought a smile to my face and warmed my heart.

Lacing my fingers with his, we arrived at the airport. His hand tightened as we parked in the car park. Before letting my hand go to put the car in park and turn it off, he raised it, kissing the outside before turning it to kiss the inside of my wrist.

I definitely sighed, maybe whimpered, too.

He finally released my hand and turned off the car.

Making our way to baggage claim, we searched the monitor to make sure that Riley's flight was on time.

"He's on flight 367 from New York."

"How long is he planning to stay?" Edward asked. I noticed a hint of something in his voice.

I don't know why he is nervous about Riley. Even without telling, I knew that he was worried, but I chalked it up to him being one of those guys that would be jealous of any male that had space in my life.

"Just a week," I said, scanning the crowds in search of Riley's blond hair.

"So you bringing him to the Wolves game on Wednesday?"

"Yeah, I was. Is that all right?"

Edward sighed and leaned in to whisper, "I just hate not seeing you there."

I smiled sweetly at him.

"B!" My name is called loudly.

Turning and scanning from the direction of the call, I saw a blond head bobbing up and down.

"Riley!" I yelled over-top the crowd.

A few moments later, he was standing in front of me. Riley was just as I remembered; boyish and youthful with a hint of mischief in his eyes. He's just a little bit taller than me, lean, with sandy blond hair that was stylishly messy.

He stared at me, cocking his head to the side, his sign that gave me two seconds to throw my arms around him and give him a huge hug.

Rliey mumbled into my hair, telling me he's happy to be here and glad to see me.

I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, knowing that if I kissed him on the lips like I normally would, that Edward would flip.

Releasing him, I turned to Edward to introduce my best friend and my boyfriend.

"Edward, this is my best friend, Riley. Riley, this is my Edward."

Edward cocked an eyebrow at me, and I can't think why; I only introduced them.

They shook hands, glaring at each other as a stronger grip from Edward caused Riley to grimace.

"Come on, let's get your bag," I interrupted.

We finally retrieved his bag and headed back into Manchester towards my hotel.

Edward came in with us, and I gave Riley the key to his room that I got for him. As much as I love Riley and wouldn't mind him bunking with me, something tells me that Edward would go mad and it's best to give Riley his own space.

We left Riley to rest and freshen up with plans made for dinner later. Edward followed me to my room, leading me in once the door was open and slammed his body against mine, pushing me to the bedroom.

I expected Edward to fuck me senseless, his possessiveness coming through like never before, but instead, he softy and slowly made love to me.

There is no other way to describe it.

Afterwards, we were lying in bed together, my head resting on Edward's chest listening to his heart beating a thousand miles per hour.

"Are you okay?" I whispered.

"Yeah," he sighed.

It had only been a few hours since Riley arrived, but it seemed like Edward was struggling with something in his mind.

I had my own internal struggles to deal with. My thoughts and feelings were always on Edward: does he care about me like I care about him; does he see a future for us; can we survive our secret relationship?

God, I'm such a fucking girl.

A few hours later, we took Riley out for dinner. Afterwards, I joined Riley in his room for a bit to chat and catch up privately, leaving Edward to go to my room to wait for me.

It took all of about two minutes before Riley was asking questions about Edward.

How big is his dick? How many times does he get me off every time we fuck?

I rolled my eyes at him and gave him some vague information. Very vague.

When I returned to my room, Edward was there, naked and in my bed, only covered slightly with a sheet as he flipped through the channels on the T.V.

"Did you get enough girl talk in?" Edward asked, not so nicely.

"Edward," I complained.


"You know; don't call Riley a girl," I reminded him.

"Would you rather I call him a fairy?"

I rolled my eyes, not wanting to start a fight. So I stripped, and crawled into bed. It didn't go unnoticed that Edward watched me as my clothes were removed from my body.

The next day, I was at work when I was told that I had to stay late for a planning session for a new client—some runner or something. It's after I'm told I have to be there that I realize that I won't be able to spend time entertaining Riley tonight.

Thinking it over, I made a decision. Picking up my phone, I dialed the number.

"Hey, Babe," Edward answered his cell.

"Hi, Edward. Um, I have a favor to ask."

"What?" he grumbled.

"I have to work tonight; I would love it if you could take Riley out?"

"Bloody hell, Bella."

"I promise if you can take Riley out, and be nice to him, I'll make it up to you," I told him. "And your dick," I add on.

Even over the phone, I thought I heard his dick trying to break through the phone, but most definitely I heard Edward gasp.

"Fine," he said coldly.

I gave him some suggestions, then called Riley to tell him the situation. Fortunately, Riley is good-natured and was more than excited to spend time with Edward.

God, I hope they won't talk about me.

On Wednesday, Edward has a game at OT against Wolves.

Riley was with me in the agency's private booth, sipping on a glass of wine and munching on some veggies.

"Bella, I can't help but notice how much he likes you," Riley said out of the blue.

"You could fool me. He isn't very talkative with his feelings."

"He isn't exactly the type of guy to talk about his feelings." Riley retorted.

"He started to open up to me when he was on the road. During our phone calls, he was more open than he's ever been. I think I messed up."

"Messed up?"

Leaning closer to Riley, I whispered, "I suggested therapy."

Riley tisked and shook his head. "Bella, what gives you the idea that he would go?"

"I just suggested it. But he compromised and said that he would keep talking to me."

"And he stopped."

It's not a question from Riley, but a statement that cements my thoughts. All I could do was nod.

I wanted this with Edward; I feel more comfortable with him, more connected, than I ever did with Black. I just don't know what kind of future we can have together, how long we can keep our relationship a secret.

Riley put an arm around my shoulder, giving me a squeeze and a smile.

"You need to talk to him. Tell him your concerns. I know that you're scared, but if you don't rip the band aid now, it will just fester."

"I can try, but if I come back shattered, I'm moving to the desert," I told Riley.

Afterwards, Edward's gang has planned to go to a club—just some drinking and dancing. And, of course, I was invited and got to bring Riley along.

With the game a win, Edward having one assist and scoring on a free kick, he was pumped.

After I quick changed into a red mini dress and heels, Riley and I met everyone at Club Eclipse.

When we entered, we found them in a private booth with a prime view of the dance floor. After one cocktail, Riley and I made our way out there, dancing close and having a great time.

Riley would often drag me out to clubs in California, dancing till we were drenched in sweat and watching the sun come up in the morning.

As we danced, I could feel Edward watching me, and I knew he wanted to come out and join me, but we have to maintain this distance in public, this false representation of our true nature to each other.

It sucked.

As we continued to dance, Riley moved behind me, pulling at my waist, keeping me flush with his chest, and grinding my backside.

All I could think of was how great it would be to have Edward in this position, to have his face in my neck, kissing and whispering naughty things in my ear. Just the thought of his hardened cock against my cheeks as we danced caused me to moan.

I wanted to be public with Edward; I wanted him to tell me he wants me and thinks of a future with me.

And I'm scared that he's going to say the opposite and shatter me completely.

When the song ended, we gave ourselves a break and made it back to the table to get our drinks. What I didn't expect was to find Edward angry. Fuming actually.

Glaring at me—that's right, glaring.

With a huff, he stood and started to leave, but I managed to grab his arm, stopping him.

"Are you leaving?"

"Why should I bother staying?" he growled

At that point, all I wanted to do was slap him. All fucking week he'd been cold to me, distant.

I knew he was upset about Riley taking time away that I would normally spend with him, and my own thoughts and questions of how Edward feels about me looming in the back of my mind haven't helped in the way I've been acting toward him.

At some point we're going to need to talk. Fuck, why now though?

"Can I come with you?" I asked, trying to hold back whatever emotion was trying to break free from my voice.

He nodded, and I grabbed my purse and coat, whispering bye to Riley and asking Alice to make sure he got back to the hotel safely.

After a silent ride in Edward's Aston, I found myself sitting on the couch in Edward's living room watching him pace back and forth on the rug like a lion waiting to pounce on his prey.

Edward's face was confused as his hand raked through his hair over and over again.

"Edward, tell me what's wrong."

"Tell you what's wrong? Riley and his fucking hands all over you," he growled.

"I've told you he's my best friend, and he's gay for God's sake," I sneered back.

"Everyone was watching!" he yelled.

"What does it matter? Would you have danced with me if you could?"

"Fuck, Bella, it killed me to watch you dancing with him."

"I was thinking of you, wishing it was you dancing with me," I told him honestly.

"It felt like you were enjoying yourself a bit too much out there with him."

"How would I know how you feel about anything, Edward? You've done nothing but being a prick lately."

Edward glared at me. "You have no idea how I feel about you, do you?" he yelled.

Is he kidding right now? I can't believe him. "No, I don't, actually. Since you've been back from your road trip, you've closed up again," I spat at him.

He looked hurt from my words, but this has been a long time coming; we need to get this shit out in the open. I'm ready to have my hopes shattered, knowing he's going to break it off with me.

"Well, go on then, Edward. How do you feel about me? Tell me!" I yelled back.

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