CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
SANDRO DAVALO
She is wild! She’s a baddie!
At halftime during the inter-college rugby game, I looked up into the stands, hoping to find Nadia among the crowd. My heart sank as I scanned the faces, realizing she wasn’t there anymore. Just moments earlier, I had been riding high on adrenaline-our team was playing well, and I was in a good groove. She had even smiled at me at some point during the game. Now, the thought of her absence pulled at the pit of my stomach, replacing my excitement with a growing sense of dread.
Why did she suddenly leave so early? I had hoped that playing so well would impress her. But now, she was gone.
“Sandro!” I heard a familiar voice calling my name. I turned around quickly and saw Lara, my ex-girlfriend, waving and smiling at me as if we were still in a relationship. Next to her stood Bethany, another familiar face from my past. For a brief moment, I considered acknowledging them, maybe returning a wave or a smile. But the nagging feeling that something was wrong with Nadia consumed me, and I couldn’t spare the energy for distractions.
I forced my gaze back up to the stands, willing myself to see her face, but she was still absent. The crowd around me grew loud, cheers erupting here and there as fans rallied for their teams, but my thoughts were only with her. The last time I had seen her, she seemed so thrilled. It gnawed at me; I couldn’t shake the unease lodged deep in my chest.
“Hey, captain, are you okay?” Terry, one of the substitutes, asked me. He must have noticed a change in my countenance.
“Sure,” I said, feigning a smile.
The game resumed, the referee’s whistle cutting through the amphitheater, but my focus was nowhere near where it needed to be. I could feel my mind drifting further and further away from the game. Each play seemed to blur as I stumbled through basic tackles and missed opportunities. It was embarrassing, really-not something I was used to. Opponents began knocking me off without breaking a sweat, and I was failing to respond with the same intensity I usually brought to the field.
“What’s happening, Sandro?” Clarkson, one of my teammates, asked as he helped me up from the ground after yet another failed attempt to tackle. He looked genuinely concerned, his brows furrowing as he assessed my current state.
“I’m losing my focus,” I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders.
“Are you tired?” he probed, clearly trying to make sense of my unusual behavior.
I shook my head. “No, I just… I can’t do this right now. I’m going to ask to be substituted,” I declared, determination lacing my voice, though my heart churned at the thought of leaving the field.
“You can’t do that! We need you; the team needs you. You’re our captain for a reason,” Clarkson said urgently, grabbing my shoulder.
But my mind was made up. I was fixed on finding Nadia, and making sure she was okay. The game felt trivial compared to the storm of emotions swirling within me. With resolve, I signaled to our coach for a substitution.
When the coach saw me, he looked taken aback. “Sandro, are you injured?” he asked, bewilderment clear in his tone.
“No,” I replied shortly. Inside, my frustration boiled. “It’s just… my mind is no longer here.”
He frowned, trying to gauge whether I was serious or if I was simply trying to give myself an escape. “You’re one of our best players…if not our best player, Sandro. We need you out there.”
“I understand that coach,” I said, applying pressure to my decision. “I just… I have to go. Please.”
Despite the coach’s best efforts to convince me to stay on the field, I knew my mind was not present. He sighed, all too reluctantly agreeing to substitute me, signaling the backup player to come on.
As I walked off the field, all eyes were on me-my teammates, the spectators, even the opposing team. I could feel the shock, the questions hanging in the air about why I had left. I ignored them, not caring for their opinions. I needed to focus, and that focus was leading me toward my next course of action.
Once I had my kit thrown over my shoulder, I made my way to the parking lot, desperation bubbling within me. Just as I was getting closer to my truck, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned, expecting perhaps one of my teammates or even my brother, Alex, but instead, I was met by Lara, her expression filled with confusion and irritation.
“Sandro, are you looking for me?” she asked, stepping closer, her smile returning as if we were still together.
I stepped back, setting my jaw, and without a second thought, I pushed her away gently but firmly. “Don’t come any closer,” I snapped, my patience wearing thin. “I don’t want anything to do with you.”
Lara’s expression shifted into anger. “Oh? Do you think you can just dump me and forget about it? I won’t stop until I get my revenge on you for this!” Her voice raised slightly, indicating threats that had me rolling my eyes.
“You’ll have to deal with it, Lara,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I turned away from her, determined to leave the drama behind me.
“Just you wait! You’ll regret this!” she shot back as I walked away, her words fading into the background as my head buzzed with other thoughts.
Finally, I reached my truck. I slid into the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel tightly, frustration overwhelming me. As I was about to hit the gas and drive home, a sudden urge struck me. What if something was wrong with Nadia? What if I didn’t check on her?
I slammed my palm against the steering wheel, making a U-turn without a second thought. I had a single destination in mind-Nadia’s place. The thought of her kept me motivated and electrified to ensure she was alright.
As I drove toward her house, anticipation gripped me. But when I pulled up to her driveway, I was surprised to see Alex’s car already parked there. An uneasy feeling slid into my stomach, hot and twisting. Alex was supposed to be at the game, cheering me on, as I always did when he was playing basketball. But he had told me earlier that day that he wasn’t sure he would make it, adding that he was feeling too weak to be outside for long.
Was this what his weakness was all about? Being at Nadia’s place? What was he up to with her that he had not bothered to get me involved?
Curiosity piqued, I got out of my truck, my heart racing as I walked closer to her front door. As I approached, I could hear muffled voices inside-Alex’s voice mingled with someone else’s.
Then, I froze, halting my steps, my heart pounding as I slowly began to distinguish a sound that made every nerve in my body stand on end. It was Nadia-her voice vibrant, full of joy, followed by a moan that sent waves of jealousy crashing through me. “Please, Alex. I want more,” she said so sweetly it turned my stomach. “Fuck me! Harder, please! Don’t stop!” she kept on saying.
The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. My mind raced, filled with horror and disbelief as I pushed the door open without thinking. I needed to understand what was happening. I stepped into the room, my presence making an immediate impact as both Nadia and Alex turned toward me, their expressions shifting from surprise to confusion.
“What are you doing here?” Alex asked, his surprise quickly morphing into something defensive. “Is the game over?” he added as if he was looking for what to say.
I didn’t say a word; I felt every emotion collide within me-rage, betrayal, confusion. Instead of processing it all, I simply joined them in the room, unable to wrap my head around the scene unfolding before me. I took off my clothes, everything, and dangled my dick before Nadia.
Nadia’s eyes widened upon seeing me, her cheeks flushed with a mix of emotions. “Sandro… I-”
“You don’t like what you see?” I asked her, smiling lustfully.
“Yes, this is it!” she said suddenly.
“What is what?” Alex asked, shocked.
Nadia got down from the bed and picked up something from under the bed. It was a chain. She dangled it before us, smiling.
“What is this for?” I asked, looking lost.
She threw it at me, and said, “I have waited for this day. You have always bullied me in school. Now, I want you to do it in bed. Don’t stop, even if I beg you to.”
Alex and I stole glances at each other…
We couldn’t believe what we had heard!
Holy smokes!