My Teammate's Sister

Flags and Penalties

Roman was on his first away game with the team and considering the first six months of our relationship we spent underneath each other, this was a trying couple of days for us... me mostly. I spent the entire time shopping for the perfect lace set and touring the most expensive rooms of the most expensive hotels. A week was waaay too long to be away from him for the first time. My phone rang and it was Roman texting me to say that he and Dave just got to the house and to send him the address to the hotel. Argosy Casino was about an hour away from the house so it was officially time to start getting sexy.

I hopped in the shower and after using my regular body wash, I washed up in this really sweet-smelling body wash Roman sent to me from Oakland. Once I was out, I towel dried real well and wrapped myself in my towel to go light the candles. I checked the clock as I lit the last wick and I had about forty minutes left in my hour, but counting the way Roman drove, I had about thirty before he actually got here.

I sat on the bed and massaged an unscented lotion into my skin so it didn't clash with the loud scent I was already wearing, then I slipped into my new lingerie and robe to match. I looked the room over before ordering champagne and after it arrived a few minutes later, I turned the room light off and scrolled on the internet until I heard Roman at the door.

I scrambled to get into a sexy position when I heard his key card enter the door. He walked in slowly and whispered something to himself as he made his way to the bedroom on the other side of the suite.

"Riley?"

"I'm in here," I said softly.

"We gotta talk," he sighed.

I shook my head and jumped up from the bed, throwing my robe off and tiptoeing to meet him. His jaw hit the floor when he saw the blue lace against my brown skin. I smiled and extended my arms for a hug. He hugged me halfheartedly and I stepped back in confusion.

"Roman, what the hell is going on?"

"Have you been on the internet in the last few hours?"

"No... why?"

He sighed. "Listen, Ri."

"'Listen, Ri', what, Roman?"

"I- I don't even know how to say this."

My phone started ringing and I looked at the TV stand to see who was calling. It was Frankie. I slid the answer bar over and looked at Roman before walking to the other side of the room.

"Well figure it out before I end this call. I spent hours on tonight and I'd like to enjoy it."

"Hello?" I said closing the door french doors behind me as I stepped onto the patio.

"Sis, I gotta talk to you... about ya' boy."

"What happened?" I said as I turned to look back inside the room.

"So, apparently they had some wild ass party in Oakland and somebody caught Roman on camera with a stripper in his mouth, man."

"A STRIPPER IN HIS WHAT?!?!" I screamed. "WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!"

"Look, sis... I don't know if it was an escort or a date or a stripper, honestly. But, it was a bitch at the party and she recorded them kissing and what not and she put it out on Instagram and... shit's just took on a life of its own. I just wanted to tell you before you seen it, because it's been out a few hours and Roman clearly ain't told you yet."

"He was just about to actually. He was just struggling to find his words," I said. "I'll see you later, Frankie."

I walked back into the room and looked at Roman, when he looked up at me, I could feel my eyes swelling with tears so I walked on by him and into the bathroom to change my clothes. After I came out, I turned on the room lights and blew all the candles out before grabbing the trashcan and throwing them all inside of it.