Out of Bounds: Unbelievable, #7

By Garnet Davenport

Dominic D'Angelo had been skating through life without any real responsibilities... football, a different girl every night, and all the baked goods he could ever want from his sister Makenna Cooper. But he couldn't stay like that forever. He's going to get knocked on his ass by a free spirited artistic type who can make him come harder than a freight train.

Soumaya wasn't ready for the charismatic player like Dominic. She just wanted to be able to pay her bills without her twin sister always picking up the slack. She knew she was irresponsible and wasn't putting her fifty percent into the fifty/fifty they agreed upon. All she needed was a little attention... on her art. Not her personal life.

When these two come together it's like a symphony coming to cadenza as they become one singular soloist creating an elaborate virtuosity on two separate instruments.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Garnet Davenport
• Release date: Sep 6, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201414221

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1

DOMINIC D’ANGELO

Fluff my motherfluffin’ life, I muttered to myself.

Dom, it’s really not that bad, Makenna said as she poured breast milk from her pump into a bottle.

The woman literally made me drool.

I had been talking non-stop about the Retriever employee who had dropped off groceries for my half-sister Makenna. Retriever was an exclusive subscription company where you are given a rep who does all of your errands and tasks for you while you’re doing what you need to do. I’d never used the service, and it takes fourteen days to be approved.

After I met Makenna’s Retriever, I knew I needed to join the service. I needed to see this woman again. I hadn’t thought much about it when she brought the numerous reusable bags through the front door, but then she looked up, and that’s when it happened. My heart skipped a beat. I had to tell my brain to make it keep beating. That’s when I jolted into action and reached for some of the bags to help her. But it hadn’t stopped me from staring at her kinky golden brown hair, honey-kissed skin, and hazel green eyes. I searched her face for any possibility she was feeling the same way I had been feeling.

There was nothing. Nothing.

I hadn’t even caught her name. The last thing I noticed was the paint on the leg of her jeans and a slight brush mark of yellow beside her mouth. It made me want to touch her. I held back. She set everything she had down in the kitchen, had me sign for the groceries, and then practically ran from Mason and Makenna’s house as if it was on fire.

I immediately got onto my phone and downloaded the app. Makenna gave me her invitation code. Another extremely important fact. The entire program was built on invitations through good clients. Thank God Mason had never been a skeez with any of the Retrievers before he met Makenna. I got a fourteen-day waiting period instead of a twenty-one to thirty day wait.

Now, I’m sitting here with my sister, begging her to place another grocery order while she makes Emmalynn a bottle.

Kenna, pleeeeaaassseee.

I’m not ordering anything. It’s New Year’s Eve. Everyone is trying to get the things they forgot for tonight.

That probably means she’s already out. Come on.

No means no, Dom. And watch your mouth.

I said fluff.

She sighed at me.

It wasn’t that I hadn’t deserved it. I’m just an impatient guy. I want what I want when I want it. My parents spoiled the hell out of me. It wasn’t until I found out about Makenna and met her that I realized people grew up in much worse situations. They hadn’t been poor, but they definitely lived check to check. Part of the reason I backed Sugar Mama’s. The biggest reason was that Makenna’s sweets are to die for. I think I’ve gained about twenty pounds in just her baking. My trainer has said some things… but then I brought him an assortment of Makenna’s stuff, his eyes rolled back in his head, and I haven’t heard a complaint since.

One day when your niece is older, you’ll be in a situation where she’s going to say something and you’re going to be mortified when it happens, she warned.

I welcome it. I think it’s great. A few of my teammates have kids that come in. It’s freaking hilarious, I admitted.

That’s what you think now, she muttered as she shook her head. You know, Dom, I think this woman you met is exactly what you need.

I stood from the barstool and backed away with my hands up. What the hell was that? Did you just put a curse on me?

She scoffed as she maneuvered Emmalynn in her arms. No voodoo curse here, but there’s some karma coming your way, Dom, and I can’t wait to see it hit you right between your eyes.

I’m leaving, I said as I walked around to kiss my niece on her forehead and then snuck a kiss onto Makenna’s cheek before snatching a few cookies she had cooled and took off for the front door.

Mason came walking down the stairs from his shower. We had gotten back from Olympus Gym. I showered there. Most of the guys had already seen my junk, so I knew there wouldn’t be any photos leaking out onto any social media sites. Besides, Zeus was really good about keeping his clientele protected. Most of the team supported Zeus and his dream of owning the best gyms in the states. Mason had stood and talked with the guys while I showered.

Where you going? Mason asked.

Your wife just cursed me, I stated.

Mm. Yeah, she had put a spell on me the first day I saw her.

Ugh. No, I snapped.

Mason laughed and went over to Makenna to take Emmalynn from her arms. Man, you don’t know what you’re missing. I wouldn’t be half the man I am if I hadn’t gotten this minx knocked up.

I’m just looking to get a date, I said, feeling the lie as I said it. This one was different. My only hope was that she had felt the same thing when our eyes met.

Nooo, this one’s different. I’m happy for you, Mason said.

Oh, fuck off, I snapped then turned and left while they laughed at me.

All I wanted was a date. Get her under me and have a good night. That was really all I could offer anyone. When I found out about my father’s affair, I knew I couldn’t give someone a lifetime of commitment. Not when I thought my parents were happy. The lies and deceit were one thing, but finding out he loved Makenna’s mom and even spent time with Makenna when she was younger. I promised my future self that I’d never let something like that happen and let my kids feel the way I had.

I drove to my house. I’d purchased a house years ago when I first signed with the Scavengers. I still don’t have most of my things out. I never wanted to focus on things. I had my clothes in my closet and a bed. Even have a couch. But there’s still boxes, and I don’t cook. I order out more than anything, and when I can’t order out, I’ve got Makenna. I’m sitting at their table at least three days out of the week. And we have away games. I feel like I eat more room service food than anything else some days. It’s the going home to an empty house that had been hitting me differently lately.

They’d asked me to stay with them tonight. They weren’t planning on partying—not with Emmalynn. I wasn’t feeling it. All I wanted to do was go home and watch the ball drop while eating popcorn. However, Zeus had made me promise I’d meet them out in the city tonight.

I pulled into my garage and closed the door behind me. I circled my neck on my shoulders, letting the stiffness roll itself out before getting out and walking into my house. I’d have to change before I left the house to meet up with the guys.

Perhaps finding someone to bury my face between her legs would get me out of this funk. I went straight up to find something nice to wear tonight. I pulled out black dress pants, a black button up dress shirt, and a gray tie. I had a charcoal peacoat I’d wear and dress shoes. My typical game day dress.

I sprayed my favorite Tom Ford cologne at my Adam’s apple then checked my hair before placing a beanie over it and went to get back into my truck. Thirty minutes later, I was pulling through the valet parking lane at Double Down. It was nice to have connections. Phoenix Drayden was one of the investors. He had NHL’s Badgers and the Scavengers booked in one of the VIP sections. The unique friendship between NHL and NFL teams for Pittsburgh had hit the news on multiple occasions. No one believed that hockey players and football players could be friends. One of my closest friends turned out to be my half-sister’s husband. He even got me on the ice over the summer. I may have banged my ass harder on the ice than I ever had on the field my first time out.

The valet came around with my ticket, handing it to me as I got out and let him get in behind me. I buttoned my coat closed as paparazzi snapped photos. I nodded and went inside. The music was loud. The bass was thumping. And the women were scandalously dressed. I could do this. Step one, find someone to take to a hotel room. Step two, fuck her throughout the entire night to get little miss Retriever off my mind. Step three, don’t get screwed over by any woman ever again.

No matter what had transpired in the past, it’s only fair to go into this with eyes wide open. No woman will get the best of me ever again.

I walked through the club to the VIP stairs. Security let me up immediately. I shook his hand and gave him a smile. I was nearly certain his name was Sterling. He was one of the biggest dudes I’d ever seen. He walked with a slight limp today, but probably one hell of a linemen in his day. Pittsburgh was well-known for their hockey team, but football had always been just as important. Boys will always be boys and find either ice or gridiron before they’re five.

The guys already had several prime pieces of ass in the VIP. Women in barely-there miniskirts and tops, dresses that didn’t leave anything to the imagination, and skin everywhere. Every woman in there was a different shade of beautiful. Zeus was grinding against two women at the same time. One of the women was wearing a silver miniskirt with matching top that was held over her breasts by a string and knot. Her hair was pulled back away from her fully painted face, and her hoop earrings could possibly fit around her neck; they were so big. The other one was in a hot pink mini dress. No way she could be wearing anything under it. Her natural black hair was short against her head with a little bit of length at the top. Both were wearing heels that made them at least four inches taller. At least the woman wearing the pink dress wasn’t wearing so much makeup that it changed how she appeared. Very natural with the slightest of cat’s eye with her mascara.

Yo! Dom, get your ass over here, Zeus called out as soon as his eyes met mine.

It hadn’t taken long before I was the Italian cream in the pas de quatre. The woman wearing the hot pink mini dress had put her focus on me over Zeus. He hadn’t minded. He likes lighter skin, and I could see how he wrapped his arms around her to get a good feel of her fantastic breasts. I’ve always been a little more attracted to the honey to chocolate skin tones. Melanin is a beautiful thing.

My fingertips caressed her hips. The hem of her mini dress was riding up so I could touch her skin. I would fuck her at least once before I left the club. Probably in the private bathroom. I looked over my shoulder for the restroom sign. As I looked around, I noticed a semi-familiar honey color that made my dick rise in interest. Her hair was different—straighter. I liked her locks loose and natural. It fit her free spirit more. But that was her. I froze in my spot when she turned. She was absolutely beautiful. I needed to get to her.

Without saying anything to the woman grinding on me, I moved away from her. She almost lost her balance, but I hadn’t stopped to help. I needed to get to my Retriever. She’d be mine before midnight, and I’d be buried deep inside her.

2

SOUMAYA WILLIAMS

Is there something you need to tell us? my team manager at Retriever asked.

Mr. Worstmount was the worst. Between his greasy hair and crooked yellow teeth with bad breath, I didn’t know what put me off more. I couldn’t see how he was promoted to team manager over some of the members on my team.

I competently searched my memory. What the heck could I have done to make my manager question me as if I did something wrong.

I can’t think of anything, I replied.

Do you know what I’m looking at? he asked as if I could actually see his computer screen.

No idea, sir.

He narrowed his eyes on me. I briefly caught the time on the clock he had hanging on the wall of his office as he looked back down at his computer.

There’s been a new account request specifically for you. This has been the second time you’ve been personally requested by a potential high-profile client. I need to know if you’re offering extended services for your clients.

What the fuck? I mean what in the actual fuck? Was I being asked if I am servicing my male high-profile clients? This is NOT a happy ending service.

Excuse me? I snapped.

Come on, don’t make me say it again.

I cleared my throat, held up a finger to make him wait, and then opened the door to his office before I spoke with dignity. Mr. Worstmount, are you seriously asking me if I provide sexual services to my clients in exchange for money?

The office went dead silent. All the office staff turned their heads toward the now open door. That’s right, never let that question ever be a closed-door conversation. Especially when your manager is a man who likes to throw his weight around to move ahead.

No. But you have to admit this is highly unlikely. It’s rare to get an invitation to a high-profile client and then to ask for you. Your ratings haven’t always been the best. And we’ve received several complaints about your attitude in the last two weeks.

Those complaints weren’t even complaints. Did you read the first one? It said I was too friendly.

That may be true; however, I’m here to protect you, the clients, and the Retriever name.

Ah, he’s protecting the company. Mainly his own ass. If it came out any member of his team was ‘performing services’ outside of the normal tasks, he would look like a pimp. He just doesn’t have enough swag to be a pimp.

"You don’t have to worry yourself about me. There are no extra services being conducted. But if you think this conversation won’t make it down to HR, you are kidding yourself, I said as I leaned forward over his desk. Don’t ever make assumptions about my character. You will be the one embarrassed." I turned and walked from his office and straight down to the HR department.

Suzanna in HR was an amazing woman. She helped me get all my transfer paperwork done last month. I had come from New York with my sister Zeri. We’re originally from a small part of Pennsylvania–about an hour and a half outside the city. We went to NYU. She did great. I didn’t do great in college. I took the traditional art classes, but I wanted to be out living life. So I got a position with Retriever while Zee took all the hard classes for social media management, a few paralegal classes, and everything she needed to be a publicist.

She had gotten the most amazing job offer, and I couldn’t let her turn it down. Not when I worked mobile. I could be a Retriever anywhere it’s offered and still have time to do my art. Zeri was going to be head of the PR department for the Scavengers. THE SCAVENGERS! YAAAA!

She would have her hands full with that crazy bunch. Most of them try to keep out of the spotlight, but there are a few that make it their mission to be as much of a cad as possible.

Zeri moved and started her job. She’s been cleaning up everyone’s social media and making sure they all had their publicity appearances scheduled. She had been meeting with every high-up in the franchise, and now that it’s New Year’s Eve, she will be digging in and meeting the players. I only moved about two weeks ago. I had to get my Retriever file transferred over so I could start working. I would be able to financially help Zeri with our place. Not that she needed it. She was making bank. But she’s always been there to support me, whether it was emotionally, physically or financially. She’s always been the responsible twin.

I signed my statement and told Suzanna I wanted to speak with the owners of this location by Monday. She told me she’d make it a priority and make sure I get put on the schedule. She’d let me know when she gets me on the schedule, and she said she’d be in the meeting.

On my way home, Zeri called me to make sure I would be coming to Double Down. She was told by the Scavenger’s coach, Jared Hobbs, that a lot of the guys would be there with the Badgers team. There was some sort of inter-mingling amongst the WAGs—wives and girlfriends. I hadn’t known the acronym before. I also hadn’t been interested in any kind of sports, but have you seen the way these footballers look in those pants?