LOVE'S GAME (BWWM)

6||NICO

2 days later

The final whistle trilled, marking the conclusion of the football match. The rich taste of victory was intoxicating. We had triumphed, clinching a 2-1 victory over England. The sweetness of the moment was amplified by the fact that I had netted both of those goals myself.

As I strode towards the locker room, a grin spread across Coach's face, his thumb raised in recognition. I was confident that I had done everyone proud. The thought lingered — if only Mama could witness this, would she be proud too?

"Hey," Simo's shout snapped me out of my reverie, drawing me into a hearty hug. "Great game, hermano."

"We all played well, bro," I replied, as the rest of my teammates enveloped me in a group hug.

"So, got any big plans after today's victory? Heading back home to toast with champagne, or let me guess, hitting the usual parties?" Simo quipped, a playful glint in his eyes as our group hug broke apart.

"Just the standard routine," I replied, peeling off my sweaty jersey. "Hanging out with some ladies, maybe spice things up with a threesome - what do you reckon?" I tossed the question back at him with a cheeky grin.

"Nico, you're a piece of work; you know that?" Simo chuckled, shaking his head. "Just try not to give the gossip columns more ammo, or the coach will have you running laps till you drop."

"Message received," I shot back, my smirk lingering as I made a beeline for the showers.

Despite the allure of a peaceful night in, the rush of the game left me wired. I needed to unwind, and tonight, that meant losing myself in the company of a blonde or two.

With that thought, I swaggered into the bathroom, ready for whatever the night might throw my way. It promised to be one for the books.

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My evening took a turn for the worse. The redhead beside me blurred into the background as my mind was consumed with frustration. I couldn't concentrate on her seductive whispers or the way she pressed herself against me. My body, usually responsive and eager, felt numb and uncooperative.

This had never happened before. I was a strong, healthy man, not some impotent fool who couldn't get his dick to rise.

"Nico darling, where's your head at today?" The woman whose name I didn't bother to know purred in my ear, her lips trailing hot kisses along my neck. But they felt more like bee stings, irritating and bothersome.

"Just do what I'm paying you for. I don't like unnecessary questions puta," I grumbled, my sickly frown etched on my face.

If there was one thing I hated, it was unnecessary chatter. My mood was messed up now and I no longer felt any desire for this woman who was just here for a paycheck.

Shit! So much for having a great night.

"Enough," I snapped as I stood up and buckled my pants, watching the disappointment flicker across the redhead's face.

Women like these were only out to make money. Their integrity didn't matter to them, and honestly, it didn't matter to me either. All I wanted from beautiful women like this was to fuck them like my playthings. I had the money, they wanted the money, and in the end, we both got what we wanted.