Page 16 of Screw Me Daddy

‘You mean professionally? Sure,’ Trent replies. ‘a day will come when my body just can’t compete with the young guns anymore. But I’ll be riding waves for fun for the rest of my life, bro. A day won’t go by when I’m not getting radical in the ocean.’

‘That’s so nice,’ I reply, my mind thinking back to my career. ‘I wish I could play soccer again. Even just for fun.’

‘What’s stopping you?’ Trent replies, arching his eyebrow. ‘Your injury is all healed up. I’ve seen you run, you’ve still got pace to burn.’

‘I know… it’s just… I’m not there yet, mentally,’ I reply. ‘I was a champion. One of the most celebrated players in the world. But the world remembers me going off injured in my final game. Idon’t know if I want to step onto the grass again and risk injury and feeling like total crap again. You know?’

‘I hear you, brother,’ Trent replies. ‘You do you. When the time’s right, you’ll know. But right now… how about a swim? Last one in has the smallest cock…’

Just like that, the pair of us spring up onto our feet and sprint toward the water.

We may not quite be the athletes we were in our younger days, but we’ve both still got more speed than the average dude that’s for sure – and if Trent thinks that I’m finishing runner up in a smallest cock race, then he’s got another thing coming!

The hangout and impromptu swim with Trent was just what I needed.

Sometimes I feel down about the end of my career, but spending time with Trent always brings me out of my funk.

When I was playing soccer at the highest level and experiencing new countries and cultures I honestly never thought those days would end.

I guess it’s the arrogance of youth, but when I was in my twenties I felt like the world would be at my feet – literally – for the rest of my life.

But when my career drew to a close, I suddenly realized that I had been living a life that most people could only dream of. It wasn’t that I had been ungrateful at the time, it was more that I simply didn’t realize how fortunate I was.

Anyway, that’s in the past now.

My new life is slowly beginning to take shape. I’ve got active business investments, great friends, and a wonderful home being built too.

Oh, and I might just have a big, strong, wonderfully sassy boy too.

But I’m not going to rush things with Xander. As much as I think he could be something special, I’ve got all the time in the world to see how things develop between us.

‘Okay… so how about a little nightcap?’ I say to myself, smiling as I walk into the kitchen of my rented beachside villa. ‘Don’t mind if I do!’

I case my eyes over the selection of drinks.

‘I think… a mojito sounds good,’ I chuckle, putting together a mojito in no time at all and topping it off with just the right amount of fresh lime juice. ‘Perfection!’

Taking my mojito, I wander out onto the villa’s balcony and stare out onto the ocean. I love living by the sea, there’s something about the sound of the waves lapping up against the rocks that sends me to a whole other place.

But as much as the sights and sounds of the beach make me feel at peace, there’s something not quite right.

I know I shouldn’t let it get to me, but I can’t help think about whether I’m being watched. After the two incidents with Tony Ripper, I don’t feel as private and comfortable as I should.

‘Asshole,’ I mutter, sipping on my drink and thinking about Ripper’s smug, entitled face as I confronted him at myconstruction site. ‘Well let’s see about putting the spotlight on you, pap-man…’

An idea sparks in my head.

I turn and walk back into the villa and immediately open up my laptop. With my mind a flurry of ideas, I decide that if Tony Ripper thinks he can follow me without any consequences, he’s got another thing coming.

‘Now let’s see exactly what I can find out about you, Ripper,’ I growl, tapping away on my laptop and seeing exactly what kind of dirt I can dig up.

But after searching through a few Google search pages of Tony’s articles and biggest scoops, I begin to realize that this is one paparazzo scum trash journalist who covers his tracks pretty damn well.

‘Jeez,nothing?’ I say, finishing off my mojito with a sour taste in my mouth. ‘How the hell does one man cause so much shit and not leave any traces of dirt behind him?’

I shake my head in frustration.

This wasn’t the outcome I wanted, that’s for sure.

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