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“I just need to figure myself out.” He shook his head. “I don’t know where I’m going anymore.”
Mother picked up a piece of paper from her desk. “Alesha is going to be at her regular hotel and room. Tomorrow night around seven.” Mother looked down at her notes. “We’ll finish this talk later, Aaron. You can get cleaned up in my shower. Your suit is still in my closet from last month.”
Aaron spent the rest of the day with Janice. They went shopping, did a little sightseeing and basically acted like a normal couple would.
They both lay cramped in the bottom bunk in the second bedroom upstairs that was set up for kids to sleep in when other families rented the condo. They had a plan to try out each room at least once. Outside the laundry room they did. The master bedroom closet was tricky, but it was pretty impressive what could be done with a bungee cord, duct tape and whipped cream.
Lying together made sense after the day of really getting to know each other in a deeper way. Of course deeper as in psychologically. Physically they couldn’t have gotten deeper without attachments.
“Shhh, keep quiet. he’s sleeping.” Aaron pointed to his cock.
“You never told me why you still do this. I hope I’m not overstepping my bounds here. That is personal, but we’ve talked about everything else.” Her fingers rubbed along the muscles of his chest.
He’d always been guarded about his past. Maybe because he was a little older or because for some reason he didn’t feel that being honest could hurt. Another person seeing the situation with a little compassion and understanding would be welcome.
“I had an addiction problem in college, and it ended up costing me almost everything.”
“Drugs?”
“No, I was addicted to gambling. I spent a shitload of money gambling and with all the money thrown at me I didn’t care. After I was drafted I signed a big contract and had money to burn. I blew over three million dollars in bad investments and gambling.”
“That’s where I remember you from. Aaron Campbell. You played for Stanford as a tight end. I went to Berkeley, and I lost my virginity because of you.”
“Huh?”
“My boyfriend during freshman year made a bet with me. I said Cal would beat Stanford at the Big Game. If I won he was going to take me out to San Francisco for a big dinner and a concert. If I lost he’d get me. You went off and got a hundred seventy-six yards, nine catches and three touchdowns. I remember the stats because I lost the bet. He sucked in bed by the way. I would have preferred the dinner. You only played a short time after being drafted, right? Then you got injured.”
Aaron sighed. “I love football. I played every day for as long as I can remember. My goal was to go pro. High school I played every game, college, never missed a start. Football was my life. I was given everything because I was really good. But like everything in life, it came with a price. I gambled my life away, and one night I had a sure thing and lost big. I’m talking almost a million on one bet.”
“What happened?”
“There are certain people you don’t cross. When you make a bet, you better cover it. I lost the bet and tried to get away and bullshit my way out of trouble. They caught up to me and three guys beat me up really bad. The boss had them stand me up while he took a hammer to my knee.”
Janice grimaced. “Oh shit.”
“It wasn’t so much the pain from my leg as the knowledge that I’d never play football again. My whole existence was changed in a split second when my kneecap shattered. They kept beating me until Mother and Leslie showed up. Mother paid off my debt and Leslie carried me to her car.”
“So she saved your life. Is that why you do this?”
“Sort of. She told me I’d pay her back by working for her as an escort. In a way she’s my pimp. But she has invested money for me as well as taking her percentage, and in four more months my debt should be paid. She won’t tell me how much I have but I should be pretty comfortable.”
Janice sat up and listened as he talked. “Can’t you just leave?”
“I gave her my word. Can’t break my word. It’s all I have.” He shook his head. “Look, I don’t want to talk about this any more. What about you? What are you going to do when you go back home?”
“Urgh.” She grimaced. “It’s back to the real me. Just a drone making money and pulling twelve-hour days. I’m good at what I do, but I’m bored I guess. A challenge might be good. Maybe upper management.”
Aaron chuckled. “I wouldn’t know how to handle a regular job. Would you like fries with that burger, sir?”
Janice leaned her head back on Aaron’s chest and stared out the window. “I don’t know. Everything is so screwed up. For me, there isn’t anything to keep me there except my job. And that’s pretty sad.”
“Could be worse. With the way things are, you at least have a job.”
“True. Now I’m getting depressed. Can’t we just take the rest of the night and not think about all that bullshit? Let’s just hang out and just…just…”
“Fuck?”
“Uh, okay.”
