The Balled And The Beautiful: A College Sports Romance Story (15 page)

He fixed his face in the mirror, gave his hair a run-through with his hand, and headed out of the restroom, back to the table where he’d left Celine sitting.

She was still sitting there at the table, picking at her plate and looking as if she’d lost a part of her spirit. Trevor was determined to show her how much he appreciated her, and not just for exposing the company culprit, but as a strong, intelligent, vibrant and beautiful voluptuous woman, in general.

I apologize for my abrupt dismissal, Celine. I just needed a moment to gather my senses,” he explained, as he pulled out his chair and joined her once again at their table. He could see in her eyes exactly how difficult it had been for her to tell him about Connor’s treachery. He knew he would soon have to decide exactly what he was going to do about the situation, but tonight, he had something else entirely on his mind. He’d deal with Connor later.

Celine looked over at him, watching the pale, shocked expression on his face suddenly turn soft and serene. He reached over and took her by the hand again.

“Celine, darling, I know that was not easy for you to tell me what you told me. There are utterly no words that can explain how much I appreciate what you’ve done for me, for my company. You are truly an amazing woman.” He brought her plump, perfectly manicured hand up to his lips and kissed it gently, softly. The gesture sent chills down Celine’s spine, and she instantly knew where her night was soon to be headed.

Trevor looked deep into her eyes with a newfound fire inside of his own. Celine stared back into his, a burning desire for him forming in her loins. Trevor kissed her hand again, then her wrist and then the top of her forearm. His lips were soft and warm, and she longed to feel them all over her curvy body. She felt she’d waited long enough.

“Your place or mine?” asked Celine, before she’d even realized what she’d said.

“I’m taking you home with me, tonight, Celine,” replied Trevor.

Although Celine had been working for Trevor for some weeks now, she had never actually seen the inside of his house. As the limo pulled up to the security gate, Trevor punched in a code and the gates slowly opened. The ride to his house had been quite a passionate one indeed. They had begun making out in the back of the limo right after leaving the restaurant. Celine was hot and moist with desire and couldn’t wait to get to his place.

The gate closed behind them as the limo drove up the long neatly paved driveway and pulled up directly in front of the huge, mansion-like estate where Trevor lived. Celine fixed her clothes and prepared to exit the limo. The driver came around and opened her door for her, and Trevor took her hand to lead her inside.

They hadn’t done much talking on the ride home, and had no desire to any now either. Tonight, they had one thing on their minds and one thing only.
Fuck Connor,
thought Trevor
, we’ll deal with his shit after the sun comes up.

As they entered Trevor’s mansion, Celine looked around in amazement. His place was absolutely breathtaking. He had expensive paintings on every wall and exquisite statues in nearly every corner. His floors were made of the finest marble Celine had ever seen and his walls were painted with shiny, glossy paint.

“Would you like a drink?” asked Trevor, heading towards the mini-bar in one of his sitting rooms.

“That’d be great,” affirmed Celine, still looking around in awe.

“Red or white?" asked Trevor, knowing his voluptuous dame preferred wine over liquor.

“White, please,” Celine replied, following him into the room.

Trevor took out 2 champagne glasses from the cabinet and proceeded to fill them with an expensive white wine.

“Your place is amazing!” exclaimed Celine.

“Thanks,” Trevor said. “Please, have a seat. Make yourself at home.”

Celine sat down on the velvet L-shaped sofa in the sitting room. Directly in front of the sofa was a fake fireplace, exquisitely lit and giving off a very realistic fireplace glare.

She still felt moist between her thighs from their limo make-out session and she was looking forward to finishing what they had started. She felt the fireplace accented the atmosphere perfectly for the activities she had planned for the night.

Trevor walked over and joined her on the sofa in front of the fireplace. He handed her a glass of wine while he sipped his own. They couple looked into each other’s eyes as they sipped their drinks while the light from the faux fireplace cast shadows of dancing flames on the walls of the room. A faint crackling sound filled the warm room, adding to the romantic element of the environment. The sexual tension in the room was so high that Celine could smell it in the air.

Finally, Trevor finished off his glass of wine in one final gulp and set his empty glass down on the coffee table near the sofa. He couldn’t take it anymore. He was ready to ravage Celine’s curvy, voluptuous body until the sun came up.

He leaned across the sofa and kissed her in her mouth, passionately. He slipped is tongue between her wine-stained lips and explored her mouth with it, intertwining his tongue with hers. Celine moaned as he kissed her, setting her half-finished glass down on the coffee table in front of her. She wanted both hands free so she could use them to undress Trevor.

She unbuttoned his shirt as they kissed, and he unbuttoned her blouse. Their hands moved frantically, in a hurry to unclothe one another and reveal each other’s nakedness. Trevor’s hands caressed Celine’s exposed skin. He unhooked her bra, revealing two large, soft breasts with fully erect nipples. He massaged and rubbed her breasts, making her moan in pleasure.

“Come here,” he commanded standing her up in front of him. He slowly slid her skirt down around her hips and onto the floor, and proceeded to do the same with her damp panties. He ran his hands over her curves, taking in her naked figure with approval. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Celine.”

Celine had never felt sexier in her life. She stood there, totally naked and full of sexual confidence for the first time in her 20-something years. Trevor, already topless, hurried out of his pants and silk boxers, eager to join his bountiful beauty in sexual splendor.

He stood in front of her in all his naked glory, his erect member standing at attention. Celine looked at him with passion in her eyes. She ran her hands over his chiseled chest and shoulders, working her way down to his muscular abs and then stopping at his crotch. Instantly, she dropped to her knees in front of him.

Trevor breathed deep and sighed as Celine took the tip of his member into her mouth. She teased the shaft with her tongue and then took it deep into her mouth until she felt the head in the back of her throat. She stroked hungrily, feeling herself getting wetter and wetter between her legs as Trevor hissed and moaned in delight.

“Celine!” he cried, stopping her just before he reached his climax. Panting heavily, he forced her down on the soft, black bearskin rug and onto her back. He took her huge breasts and pushed them together, licking and sucking her nipples greedily. Celine threw her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his lips, tongue and hands on her breasts. He worked his way down her belly and spread her thick legs open, revealing her glistening mound, still wet with her juices.

Trevor advanced head first, spreading her lips with his fingers and flicking her clit with his warm tongue. Celine began to arch her back and grab for his head, crying out in pleasure between sighs. Trevor inserted two fingers inside of her and began to move them slowly in and out, pressing against her g-spot as he continued licking and sucking her clit. Celine cried out, feeling herself about to reach her orgasm.

Trevor could tell she was close, and he began to speed up his rhythm, bringing her to her peak. Celine screamed out and pushed his head closer to her crotch, raising her hips up toward his face as her climaxed peaked. Trevor felt her insides tighten up and a gush of warm juice fill her tunnel around his fingers. Her body tensed and then relaxed as the intensity began to subside.

Trevor was ready to penetrate her. He hurriedly climbed up between her legs, kissing her passionately as he inserted the tip of his member inside of her. Celine hissed and raised her hips again to receive him, forcing him deeper inside of her. Trevor thrust deeper into her, over and over again, picking up a rhythm and moaning in passion. Celine clawed at his back and squeezed his buttocks, panting and moaning and calling his name.

Trevor began to pick up the pace, as beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead and in the small of his back. He thrust himself deeper and deeper into her until she was crying out in another orgasm, arching her back and panting frantically. Her curvy body shook as she reached her second climax, and Trevor couldn’t hold back any longer. He groaned loudly and shot a full, hot stream into her, squeezing her large breasts as his intense orgasm wracked through his body. As it began to subside, he collapsed onto her, exhausted and content.

He lay there on top of her for a moment, with his semi-soft member still inside her, enjoying the blissful aftermath of their lovemaking. Then, with a soft moan, he pulled out of her and lay down on the bearskin rug beside her. He reached over and grabbed a blanket from a nearby shelf and draped it over the two of them. Then he cuddled up next to Celine and soon fell into a deep, satisfying sleep.

The following morning, Celine awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs coming from Trevor’s humongous kitchen. She sat up and looked around, and noticing a silk white robe on the table, she quickly wrapped it around her and followed the scent of the breakfast food.

“Morning sunshine,” Trevor smiled, placing a plate down on the table and motioning for her to have a seat.

“Good morning,” Celine replied. She sat down and Trevor soon joined her. “Did you make all this?”

“No, actually my cook did. But I’m happy to take the credit for it if it’ll give me brownie points,” he replied.

Celine shuddered at the thought of Trevor’s cook seeing her sprawled out on his rug naked and asleep.

“So, I’ve decided what I’m going to do about Connor,” he began, as he bit into a piece of bacon. “He tried to make it look like I was stealing from my own company, so I am going to beat the asshole at his own game. He has no idea I’m onto him, so I’m going to flip the game on him. I’m going to let him think I’m clueless and hire a private mole to secretly redirect all of the money he embezzled from all of the accounts and link it all back to him. And then I’m going to call a meeting with the company board of directors, making him think he’s getting a promotion, and expose him right there in front of the committee.”

He set back with a smug, content look on his face, as if the thought of exposing Connor gave him a deep sense of self-satisfaction.

Celine knew Connor deserved every bit of it, but she had never been the type of person to thrive on the humiliation of others.

Trevor didn’t seem to notice her disinterest. He was too caught up in his plan. He continued boast and rant about his devious plot as they finished breakfast. As they finished eating, Trevor’s cell phone rang. He looked at the number and his face lit up.

“Sorry to eat and run, Celine, but I’ve really gotta take this.” He answered the call and disappeared into the other room. Celine got up from the table and collected her things. She quickly re-dressed in one of the nearest bathrooms and then checked her own cell phone. It was nearly 11 am. She looked outside and saw the limo from last night still parked in front of the house. She longed to get home and shower and change into a fresh outfit. She wondered how long Trevor was going to be on his phone call.

Suddenly, she began to feel out of place. The thoughts of self-doubt began to creep into her mind.
What was I thinking? There’s no way a gorgeous, sophisticated billionaire playboy would be interested in having something meaningful with a girl like me. He finally got what he wanted from me and now I’m just another notch on his belt.

The sound of Trevor’s voice broke her out of her trance.

“Celine, dear, I’ve got to hurry and get ready for a very important meeting, but I’ll have Pablo take you back to your place.” He walked over to her and planted a quick, almost dismissive kiss on her forehead and abruptly left the room without another word.

“See you later?” Celine asked, softly, to the empty room. Trevor was long gone. “Guess not.”

She opened the front door of the mansion and saw Pablo, the limo driver holding the rear door open for her. She solemnly walked to limo alone and climbed inside.

She didn’t hear from Trevor the rest of the day. A part of her wanted to call him, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. The following day was a Sunday, and still, no word from Mr. billionaire Trevor McGill. Celine told herself he was just busy, but deep down, she felt ‘dismissed.’ She started to wonder if their night of passion had really been a one-night thing.

Monday morning, she dreaded going to work, though she
was
anxious to see Trevor again, even though she didn’t quite know what to expect. She hoped things wouldn’t be weird between them. She decided she would play the role and act just as casual as she felt he was being—strictly back to ‘business as usual.’

When she arrived at work, Trevor wasn’t there. She greeted the secretary and got right to work. Lunchtime came around–still no Trevor. Celine began to wonder if he’d already forgotten her.

She continued to play it cool over the next week. Trevor didn’t call or show up at the office one time. One week turned into two. Occasionally, she would ask the secretary if she’d heard from Trevor, but the answer she always got was never more than a business fax or email.

Late into the third week of no official word from Trevor, Celine begin to feel nauseous while sitting at her desk. The feeling overcame her suddenly and she rushed to the ladies’ room and vomited in the toilet. Still not feeling much relief, she recounted what she’d eaten for lunch that day.

“Must’ve been a bad salad,” she said aloud, wiping her mouth off at the sink. She washed her hands and went back to her desk. She never really felt quite right the rest of the day, and was relieved when she finally got home to lie down.

Over the next few days, she never did feel quite right, and the nausea seemed to come and go sporadically.

It wasn’t until a couple of days later that she realized her period was late.

“Shit!” she said to herself, and hurried out to the nearest drug store. She bought a pregnancy test in a rush. She could barely wait to get home and pee on the stick. Just as she’d suspected, the pregnancy test was positive.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” she repeated, looking down at the positive result in her hand.

Over the weekend, she fought with the thought of whether or not to tell Trevor the news. She decided it was news better delivered in person, and felt that letting him know he was going to be a dad was a good-enough reason to reach out to him. On Sunday evening, she began to shake nervously as she picked up her phone and dialed his cell phone number.

The sound of his voicemail blared into her ear. She hated leaving messages, but thought she ought to at least let him know she’d called.

“Um…hi, Trevor. It’s me. Uh…I haven’t heard from you in a while, and I…uh…have something really important I…uh…really wanna talk to you about. Just…uh…you know, gimme a call when you get a chance.” She abruptly hung up and went back to doing laundry.

She thought about sending a text, but decided against it, thinking it might be overkill. She anxiously waited to receive a reply from him, but still, nothing.

Celine knew she needed to see a doctor about her “condition” soon, but wasn’t quite sure where to turn. She had a regular gynecologist, and figured she’d make an appointment with him sometime in the coming week.

The next day, she went into work feeling nauseated and tired. As she entered her office, just about to sit down, two men walked in, seemingly engaged in a deep, friendly conversation. They were laughing and talking amongst themselves as if they were the best of comrades. One of the men was Trevor. The other, to Celine’s utter surprise, was Connor.

Celine’s jaw all but hit the floor. She stood there at her desk, in awe for a moment, watching the two men enter the office and head straight for the secretary’s desk. Neither man even bothered to look in her direction. Celine couldn’t believe it. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes.

I’ll be damned if I let him see me cry
, she thought to herself. She quickly sat down in her chair and began typing on her computer.
At least if I’m at my computer, he can’t see my tears. Not that he bothered to even look at me, anyway.
Celine tried her best to muffle her quiet sobs as tears began to stream down her round, plump face.

By the time she went to her first appointment, she had all but decided to keep her baby and raise it on her own. She knew she could easily prove that the baby was Trevor’s and through the court system, she could probably squeeze enough child support out of him to never have to work another day in her life. But that’s not what she wanted to do. Over all else, she wanted whatever would be best for her unborn child, but she felt very confused and unsure as to exactly what that would be.

She was sitting her hospital gown on the examination table of the OB/GYN’s office as all these thoughts raced through her head. She rested a hand on her belly, though she had no baby bump just yet, and made a vow to her child that she would do whatever it took to give it the best life possible. Just then, her doctor entered the room.

“So, Ms. Rossi, according to the date of your last menstrual cycle, it looks like you’re about 7 weeks along; but I want to schedule an official ultrasound just to be sure. Congratulations!” he reached out and shook her hand. But sadly, Celine didn’t much feel like celebrating.

Another week went by with no Trevor. Her first ultrasound was in less than a week and she might get to hear her baby’s heartbeat for the first time. Though confused and alone, she was excited about the upcoming ultrasound appointment.

On her way to work the next day, Celine was lost in her thoughts as she walked from her car towards the office building. She heard a text message pop up on her cell phone and pulled the phone out of her purse to check the message. As she was scrolling through the messages, a speeding car came rushing around the corner. Celine had just stepped into the street and the driver of the oncoming speeding vehicle slammed on the brakes, trying to stop the car in time. In a flash, the swerving car, slammed into Celine, forcing her body backwards and onto the street. Her cellphone went flying from her hands.

Several onlookers watched in horror and a few women began screaming. Celine’s body hit the ground with a hard “thud” and her head banged down on the asphalt, knocking her out cold. The last thing she saw was her cell phone hitting the ground a few feet away from where she was lying in the street.

The driver of the vehicle jumped out of the car and ran over to Celine, looking very distraught.

“Oh my God! Miss! Miss I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” the young blonde-haired man who’d been driving the car raced over to where Celine was lying and kneeled down beside her.

A few of the onlookers rushed to the scene as well.

“Somebody call 9-1-1!” the young man shouted. He could see that Celine was out cold, and he had no idea how bad her injuries were. “Oh God! Please be okay, Miss! Dear God, what have I done?”

The young man began to sob as he kneeled there in the street next to an unconscious Celine.