August

I exhale a deep breath before pressing the dial button. Robin answers after the second ring.

"Stop calling me, Foreman." She says.

"Stop answering, Davis."

"All right, what do you want?"

I fidget with the fingers of my available hand.

"I wanted to ask you something."

"What?"

"Was wondering if maybe you could come to my game tonight or whatever."

I hear her breath hitch as a response only. After a moment, she whispers, "Are you serious?"

I run a hand over my face in instant regret. "Yeah, you're right that was stupid. Fuck. Just forget I said anything, all right? I'm gonna go."

I hang up before I have a chance to humiliate myself even more. I toss my phone on the bed and lie back, exhaling a deep sigh.

After about five minutes, I stand back up. I had about an hour to get there. I take the time I have left and get dressed. Grabbing the tuxedo from my closet, I wipe the top of my nose with my thumb.

After showering, I put the tuxedo on, fixed my hair, and leave the house in a hurry. The whole ride I am anxious. I think of Robin's tips. I make a vow to myself to not talk about ass this time.

When I arrive, coach brings me to a pre-game locker room interview. Once they are finished, my teammates and I go over some things and put our uniforms on. Coach returns as the game is about to start and gives us a speech about 'marking our territory' or some shit. I don't listen much, only having one thing on my mind.

God, I hope she shows up.

Soon, we are playing. In the first quarter, we are still warming up. But by the end of the third quarter, we are ahead by twenty points. During the last minute of the fourth, I pause, hearing someone familiar cheer my name. I search the crowd and after a moment, I find her. Amongst everyone, laughing, cheering, crying, and even fighting, I found her. She stares at me with a grin as she claps. A smile forms on my face slowly.

"Foreman, fifteen seconds!" Coach shouts, making me face the court.

Damien passes the ball to me. A man from the other team tries to block me. I move away and just as he is about to touch the ball, I shoot it. It lands inside of the net with a swish as the buzzer goes off.

"And that's Foreman with the game-winner!" The commentator shouts as my teammates and I jump up and down happily.

They splash the water on me and hit me as they yell and I smile proudly. I hear her cheer my name again. That brings my attention away from them immediately and I stride away, eager to see her.

I ignore everyone, my only mission being to get to Robin. When I finally spot her, I feel my heart practically do backflips. I smile happily as she begins running towards me. Robin jumps in my arms and wraps her arms around my neck. "I'm so proud of you!" She says against my neck.

I smile harder against her and spin her around once before setting her down. Despite the hundreds of people and the loud commotion, I only see and hear Robin. God, she's so beautiful.

She looks down as she breathes heavily. "Um, I mean, I'm sure a lot of people are proud of you. Not me though. Gross."

I laugh and step closer to her. Lifting her chin to stare at me, I kiss her cheek softly. "You're the only person I thought of when I made that shot."

Robin has been the only person I ever think about when I do something I'm proud of. I just imagine her dancing horribly and smiling widely as she always did when she was excited.

She beams. "Really?"

Fucking adorable.

"Yeah."

She looks as though she is going to say something but her expression falls when she glances around. Robin shrugs. "I'm sure you think of tons of other women too."

"Nah, just you." I shake my head and chuckle. "It's fucking insane actually. I think of you when I'm eating, cleaning, sleeping. I can't escape you, gorgeous."

She turns away to hide her blush. After staring at the ground for a moment, Robin suddenly lifts her head with a smirk. "You like my jersey?"

I bring my attention to the jersey. My eyes trail down her body, letting them linger a while on her chest. I notice her jersey is almost identical to mine. The color is red and black, my team name and even my small basketball logo at the bottom. The only difference is the name.

I hold my middle finger up to her when I read it. She smiles proudly. "Dipshit on the front and Foreman on the back." She turns around, showing the back of the jersey to me.

I shake my head. "You little shit. How did you manage to do that so quickly anyway?"

She rolls her eyes. "I'm a designer.  It's what I do."

I glance at her jersey again and my eyes go to her waist. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close. Her body presses against mine as I lean down.

"My last name looks good on you," I whisper and kiss her neck. She shivers at my touch, making me grin.

As she is about to respond, I feel someone tap my shoulder. "Mr. Foreman, a lot of people want to speak to you. We must hurry." My publicist says.

"They can wait."

Robin shakes her head and backs up.  "Go, August. They need you."

"Robin, I-"

She pats my arm and smiles softly. "It's okay. I have to go to dinner with Henry soon, anyway."

Robin kisses my cheek, turns around, and begins walking away. I watch her leave the building before following my publicist to an interview and as usual, I think of Robin the whole goddamn time.

Robin

"Henry, are you ready?" I shout from the kitchen.

We have about ten minutes to get to the restaurant before our reservation is closed and Henry has decided to take his sweet time.

"Just a sec, baby! I have to grab something!"

As much as I try to control it, I can't stop the wave of disgust that washes over me when he calls me that. When August said things to me like that, I found it attractive, it affected me. But when anyone else does it, I don't feel anything.

I roll my eyes and decide to take a seat at the dinner table. After five minutes, I hear Henry's footsteps enter the dining room. "Finally," I mumble, looking up from my phone.

I frown at what he is holding. "What the fuck is this?" He asks, gripping Rocco tightly.

My frown deepens at his tone. "My bear?"

This was the same bear August had gotten me. We named him Rocco and I've kept him hidden safely ever since. It helps a lot when I start to feel a panic attack coming or think of my mom.

His jaw tightens. "Don't act fucking stupid, Robin. He gave you this, didn't he?"

I run a hand over my face and sigh. Nearly every day since that day at the hospital, Henry has treated me like I am his pet. He accuses me of cheating constantly as I watch him deliberately flirt with other women in front of me. I was starting to become my old self, which meant something needed to change. And fast.

"Henry, we weren't even together when he gave me that. Why were you snooping through my room anyway?"

I pick up my purse and stand up, praying he will just drop it. But instead of following me to the door, Henry walks to the kitchen. My eyes widen when he snatches a knife from the drawer and holds it above Rocco's neck.

I rush to him. "Henry, what the hell is your problem!"

I reach for the knife but he moves away. I try again and when I accidentally push him, he pauses. He faces me, his expression is angrier than I've ever seen before as his jaw ticks.

Henry points the knife at me, making me screech and start to back away. "Henry, you need to calm down!"

But he doesn't listen, only steps closer with the knife as tears begin to stream down my face. My body shakes and terror sucks the breath from my mouth, preventing another word to leave.

"Are you cheating on me, Robin?" He asks, stepping closer.

"No, I promise. Just please… put the knife down, Henry. You're scaring me!"

I bump against the door. He stands in front of me and presses the knife against my stomach.

"Please! You don't have to do this, Henry!" I cry out as he lifts my shirt. More tears stream down my face as the blade makes contact with my bare skin.

His eyes meet mine and he stares at me for a moment. As a sob escapes my lips, he backs away. When his face falls and he drops the knife, I expect to be relieved. Instead, I only grow angrier.

"I don't know what got into m-"

I shake my head and move in the direction of the front door. "Get away from me," I whisper.

He begins walking forward, which only makes me step back. "Robin, I'm so sorry. It's just, my dad-"

"Get out."

"Robin-"

"Get out!"

"Robin, please-" he begs. He tries to touch me. I don't think I've ever moved my arm away so quickly.

"Don't touch me, Henry! Don't call me, don't text me, don't associate with me in any way ever again! We are done!"

"You know I didn't mean it, baby, come o-"

I pick up the knife he dropped and point it at him the same way he did to me. "I said get out!" I shout, wiping my eyes aggressively.

Henry stares at me as I try my best not to let a sob suppress my mouth. After a while, He shakes his head, grabs his coat, and storms out of the house. When I see his car drive off, I don't waste any time. I pick up my keys from the counter and stride out of my apartment.

I get inside of my car, start it and finally let all of the tears I had been holding in for weeks out. I sob the whole way to August's place. But when I finally make it, my body starts to calm down.

Angry, hurt, scared, and so many other fucked up emotions, I knock on August's door. I seem to always come to him whenever I'm like this. He opens the door a minute later. I swallow as I stare at him, unsure of his response to what I am about to say.

His hair sits messily, making him appear even more attractive than usual. He doesn't wear a shirt, only a pair of sweatpants. His brows furrow as my heart pounds in my chest.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

I step closer. "Make me forget about him, August. Please." I beg, hoping like hell he won't reject me.

I wanted him. I needed him.

He doesn't say anything, only cups my face in his hands, and finally, after so long, his lips meet mine. I feel at peace. Home

He kisses me passionately. It isn't eager and aggressive, instead, soft and comforting. August lets my face go and moves his hands to my waist. He pulls me inside and shuts the door, still managing to kiss me.

It isn't until we reach his bedroom that he pulls away, leaving me breathless. August lifts my shirt over my head and lies me on his bed gently. After unhooking my bra, he hovers over me. I shiver when he begins tracing a circle around my nipple. The contact brings wetness to my core and has me wanting more instantly.

August takes the whole boob in his mouth, making me gasp at the sudden action.

I shudder and bite my lip. "August, you don't have to do that." I breathe out as he continues.

When he bites down a little, my back arches. August licks over the same spot as he trails his hand down to my lower stomach.

"August," I say, panting already.

"Hmm?" He hums, making the vibration go to my boob.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to."

He removes his mouth from my boob and looks up slowly. August stares at me with hooded eyes. "Robin," he starts, pushing my underwear aside with his free hand.

"Yeah?"

"Shut up so I can fuck you just the way you need to be fucked, okay baby?"

I nod and with that, he slides a finger inside of me. My head falls back and a moan escapes my lips as he begins to pump his finger inside of me. He slides two more fingers in after a moment and watches me as my mouth falls open.

August increases his speed, making me grip his hair. "Oh god!" I shout, already feeling my orgasm near.

With each thrust, he hits my g-spot. Then finally, my toes curl, my grip tightens on his hair, my eyes shut and a stream of curses leave my mouth as I release all over his fingers.

He pecks my lips and slides his fingers out of me as I breathe heavily. He stands up and licks his fingers, walking to his nightstand. August grabs a condom and spreads my legs wide. He drops his pants and underwear, revealing his hard-on. My breath hitches.

"Hold onto the headboard." He demands and despite my aching body, I listen.

I grip the headboard as August wraps my legs around his waist and aligns his dick at my entrance. I expect him to thrust in forcefully as usual but slides in slowly. We groan together when he is all the way in. His dick pulses as he takes a moment to begin.

He thrusts in hard and slides out slow, filling me with every inch of him. We've never done it like this. So gentle and intimate. He presses kisses all over me as I moan and grip the headboard. My eyes roll back when he kisses my stomach. I drop my hands from the headboard and grip the sheets instead.

Again, I feel my release coming already.  As if he knows it too, August leans forward and connects our hands as he picks up the pace slightly. He traces a circle around my nipple, which makes my hips buck. I try to hold on, but after another thrust, I can't any longer. August kisses me as I finally find my release. I moan in his mouth and he continues to hold my hand as I orgasm.

He breaks out of the kiss. "Let it out, baby." He whispers.

He slides out of me and when I think he's going to give me a chance to calm down, he rams his dick right back in. I gasp. "I can't! It's too much, August. I can't take it."

He leans down and places a kiss behind my ear. "You can fuckin' take it, Robin." He rasps.

Pleasure takes over me. I bring my hold back to the headboard as he returns to his original pace. "Say it." He orders huskily.

My nails dig into the wood. "I can take it!"

"Good girl." He mumbles before he begins thrusting into me mercilessly.

But just as before, when I reach my orgasm, August interlocks his hands with mine and kisses me as I ride it out.

"That's my girl." He says as I moan in his mouth and my eyes roll back.

"Keep going!" I shout, already craving another one. Every time I think we're done, he always gives me more, making me crave him even harder.

He picks up the pace, this time hitting my g-spot with every thrust. August groans in my ear. "So good. You're doing so fucking good, Robin."

My back arches at his words and my head falls back. God he knows just what to say. "Fuck." I pant, starting to find it hard to breathe. "I'm gonna c-"

"I know, gorgeous. I know." He leans down and kisses me forcefully before I can finish what I'm trying to say.

I find my orgasm when he calls me that. Hard. My eyes shut and my body shakes. August finds his release shortly after. His head falls back and he mutters my name as he does so.

Once everything is cleaned up, August convinces me to shower with him. If I hadn't been so exhausted mentally and physically, I probably would have refused. He cleans himself and me, pressing a soft kiss to whatever body part I am trying to cover, whenever I start to feel self-conscious.

Around two hours later, August and I lay in bed together. I lie on his chest, listening to his heartbeat peacefully.

"I hate you," I whisper, moving closer to him.

He kisses the top of my head. "I missed you too."