Re-read chapter 12! It's been a while!

I wake up in his bedroom, gently stretching to take in the scenery of the room. You would never know he was a high ranking football player by the look of his room. It was nicely decorated with sleek designs and a soft brown interior.

"Bradley?" I whisper, reaching over to the empty side of the bed but it laid barren. He probably carried me after our ANTM marathon last night  then went to sleep in another bed.

He was such a gentleman.

I walk down the wooden stairs and into the kitchen deciding then that I would cook breakfast for the both of us. As I turn into the kitchen I see three chefs already in the room, plating a buffet of eggs, pancakes, and bacon .

"Oh! good morning" I smile awkwardly.

"Good morning" they smile and pass me a plate but hold my hands out to stop them. "I should wait for Bradley" I smile sheepishly.

"It's Saturday. He sleeps till 3pm and by then it will be lunch" once chef chuckled, familiar with his routine.

"3pm?" I repeat and quickly glance at the time; it was only 10 AM. "Well...I guess I can have my breakfast now." I pout, sitting at the table so they could plate my food.

Eagerly, I eat, blowing the top of my stack of pancakes and bacon to cool it down. The chefs attended to my every need, pouring me juice and fetching my syrup and more napkins.

I could get used to this.

"Thanks so much!" I smile to them before I venture out to explore the rest of his luxurious mansion. He had a 6 bathrooms, 8 bedrooms, 2 home gyms, and so much more. I continue exploring through the last of the house until I see another room at the end of the hallways. The door was slightly ajar and I tiptoe in to see a sleeping Bradley, snuggled in the bed. He had no shirt on with gray sweatpants. He looked so peaceful and calm.

Would I be so vile as to bother him while he slumbered?

Of course I would!

I sneak over to the bed and pretend to blow into his face, twisting his hair and ears but he does not stir awake. "Bradley... Bradley!" I whisper until he stirs awake. He pulls me into his arms and kisses my neck, rubbing against my back with care. "Being woken up by a DCC girl? It must be a dream. Pinch me" he smirks.

"Fine" I smile and move to pinch his face.

"Ouch!" he frowns, softly pinching me back. I giggle softly, observing his face as we stare into each other's eyes. He runs a warm palm against my cheek and pulls my chin to face his. "So are you gonna tell me now?"

"Tell you—?" I drag my sentence out and frown, looking to the floor with guilt.

"Don't play dumb Kels.... Something is keeping you at DCC." he accuses with a scoff.

"Is it weird if i said I actually liked being a cheerleader?" I lie.

"No what's weird is that you told me something was keeping you there and then pretend as if you never said it" he hinted impatiently. I bite my lip as he waits for my confession. I was sworn to secrecy! I wasn't supposed to let anyone know, or I would be dismissed and required to pay Ms. Cathy back.

"If I tell you, you gotta promise not to help" I beg.

"Okay" he nods.

"Or interfere" I remind him.

"I promise" he laughs.

"Or say anything to anyone! And also you—-"

"Tell me Kels" he pulls my chin, ending my sentence.

And I told him everything.
About the mall and my horrible job. My meeting with Ms. Cathy and the creepy owner of the Cowboys.

He lifts me of his chest, standing off the bed to stare out the window. After a long moment of silence, he turns to me and finally speaks. "Kesley...you know I can't just sit here and do nothing" he sighs, pulling me into his chest.

"Bradley I know...but you promised! please don't interfere"

"Kesley... that's bribery! She can't keep you on the team to pay her debt."

"Well I already signed the contract so.."

"What contract?" he groans.

"She ...a contract. She just made me sign it" I whisper against his chest.

"How old are you?"

"18" I lie. I knew Bradley could get in trouble for his association with a minor. My birthday was next month anyways so I thought it best not to tell him.

"You'll be paying her till your 23! Did you have your lawyer look it over before you signed?"

"No Bradley. I also forget to open a can of caviar before I signed it" I tease. He chuckles, finding humor in my joke and breaks away from me. "I promised I wouldn't help but I know someone else who will" he confesses.

"You promised me you wouldn't tell anyone!" I groan, pulling his wrist to face me. He was bending down to get a folder under his bed.

"I won't! Bring a copy of your contract I'll have a trusted friend look it over. I'll pretend like it's mine"

"You think that will work" I ask, sitting in the bed once again.

"It's the only option we have" he shrugged, open the folder to take out a business card.

"Thanks bae —- I mean Bradley! Oh my gosh" I cover my face.

"Kesley Monroe...did you just call me bae?" their was a slight twinkle in the green of his orbs.

"No...I didn't mean it...I mean" I stutter, trying to gather myself.

"Aww, that's a shame. I liked it." he winks, reaching over to get his phone on the side table. He held the card up and went outside to the balcony to call his friend. I hope he wouldn't blow it out if proportion.

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"Did you shower yet?" he asks, throwing his phone into the bed then gulps down the last half of his Voss bottle.

"No" I shake my head, excited to see where this morning would take us.

"Come on" He holds my hand then lifts me to his bathroom on the top level of the mansion. He starts the water then turns to me, kissing me violently until the steam filled the room.

"I'm a virgin" I admit just as he starts to unbotton my top. It would be my first time with anyone, especially an nfl athlete. I heard they were quick and down with hooking up.

"Who said I wanted to f***k you? he growls, standing against my body, turning turns me to face the mirror. I could feel the impact of his arousal.

"Oh.. I just thought" I blush, trying to get it together as we both stare into the reflection.

"Nah... not yet. You ain't ready ma. For now we shower" he brags, bending me over and pulling my panties around my ankles. He peels off his sweatpants and stood tall, gently running his palm against my body.

I smirked as I see his pride from the mirror as he pulls me back up and stains my neck with his bites. It had no master, its legnth tempting me for more.

Again, he grabs my waist tight and lifts me into the shower, bending me over so he could take me whole.
All I felt was thick fingers rubbing against my core, playing in every inch. It felt so euphoric. He continued on, claiming what his as I moaned his name.

Y'all can probably assume what happened so I'll leave out the details.

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Author note

Updated 2023
I'm tired of the "how old"
"Grooming?!!"

Kesley 17 going on 18
Bradley 20
Boom there!! Done.

I deleted all the "how old" comments cause they were mad annoying.

Bye.