Free Web NovelChapter 28: [28] "Shut up and fuck me, Beaumont"
Tuesday, no matches for the next six days.
Luc was on the training pitch for the second day in a row running his drills when his phone buzzed on the ground beside his water bottle.
He finished a run first then checked it. A message from Valérie:
Cannes Golf Club. 10 AM. Dress nice. I don’t mean a tracksuit. — V
"Golf?"
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The drive to Cannes took three hours.
Juliette had raised an eyebrow when he told her. "Valérie doesn’t do casual invitations," she said, not looking up from the notes she was examining. "She does strategic ones dressed as casual. There’s a motive behind the invite."
Luc had already known that.
He wore dark navy trousers and a clean white shirt. No Porsche today, a hired car for a low profile.
The golf club sat above the coastline. It definitely wasn’t the kind of place you found in a brochure. It was luxurious enough on its own to not even need one.
Valérie was already on the practice field.
She wore cream trousers, a fitted half-zipped track top, her dark hair packed in a ponytail. No cigarette, no entourage, just a single caddie standing a respectful distance away.
She looked up as Luc approached and handed him a club without ceremony.
"Do you play?"
"I’ve played twice," Luc said.
"Good." She turned back to her putt and sank it cleanly.
They played six holes.
She was precise in almost every turn. Each shot was completed nicely, no wasted motion. She was a simple player from what Luc had gathered, both at golf and at club ownership. It fascinated him.
Luc was not that kind of player. His hits were long and occasionally way off target. He didn’t care as he had never pretended to care about golf.
What he cared about was the conversation happening between hits.
Hole three.
"Seven all," Valérie said. She was crouched low scanning the putt to see what Luc was doing wrong.
"I know. I’ve been reminded multiple times."
"The press is calling it a revival. His agent has been very loud about it." She stood and addressed him face to face. "They’re saying Beaumont blinked and the king is already on his tail." freewebnovёl.ƈom
"Am I supposed to care."
She putted it but it dipped out. A rare imperfection.
She just studied the hole for a moment. Luc was almost smiling.
Hole four.
"The Dijon game," Valérie said. "How good are we looking? Idriss wants minutes, he should have spoken to you by now."
Luc said, "he has."
"He came to see me last week," she said. "Professionally. He simply reminded me that he has a contract and a career and that he has been patient."
Luc kept walking. "And what did you tell him?" freewёbnoνel.com
"That I trusted the manager’s decisions." She glanced over. "And Henri, of course, trusts yours."
The implication was quiet, Luc was held in high regard by everyone at the club. But Idriss was not going away and Valérie was not going to pretend like the problem didn’t exist. That was why whatever she said was worth listening to, she was always honest.
"You can tell coach Henri that I approve. That he can give him a go at a few minutes during the Dijon game." She said.
"I don’t think he’d want that. I don’t think I’d want that for him. Before he gets minutes over me he’ll have to fucking work," Luc replied.
She looked at him properly. The way she had looked at him once before in her office suite above the Stade Valois pitch on the first matchday. That same villain was still there.
Hole five.
Valérie teed up. "Tell me something, Luc."
"What?"
"You’re just twenty years old and you already have the respect of your manager, your owner, the dressing room and you’re running a public war against the most famous footballer in France." She took her swing. It dropped twelve feet from the hole. "What are you actually after?"
The caddie moved ahead to retrieve her golf ball. Luc teed up his own ball.
"Everything," he said.
He swung the ball long and over the hole.
Valérie smiled at that.
They stood at the edge of the playing field.
Valérie had a cigarette now. Somewhere between the fifth and sixth holes it had magically appeared from somewhere.
"You said something at the gala to the Qatari executives. About American broadcast rights, about being a commercial bridge." She exhaled, "where did you learn to talk like that?"
"I watched people," Luc said. "In college you learn fast, who has the money and who just looks like they do."
"And which one am I?"
"You’re the one who bought majority of a football club to annoy her father."
The cigarette paused halfway to her lips.
"Ha." She laughed. A real, low and unguarded one. "Hugo told you that?"
"If I said nobody told me I’d be lying. You’re a woman who makes decisions specifically to inconvenience powerful men."
"Hmm. You’re not who I thought you were it seems," she said softly.
Luc agreed, "you signed a college striker on a rookie contract at first, but you got something else, the best striker your club has ever seen. I’m sure you didn’t expect that."
She dropped the cigarette on the grass and pressed the toe of her shoe over it. She found his big mouth very sexy.
The caddie was out of sight.
"You want to come up to my hotel room?" Valérie asked.
What followed involved a lot of intense pushing and shoving. They were tugging and rustling each other’s clothes. Valérie loved it rough, apparently. Luc lifted her and dumped her on the bed, he pulled down his pants. Valérie couldn’t believe what he was hiding, she licked her lips and dragged him down.
He pulled down her underwear and was about to ram his himself into her.
"How strong is this bed?" Luc asked.
"Shut up and fuck me Beaumont! We’ll find out." Valérie held him with one hand and placed it at her entrance.
The bed shook ferociously as Luc pounded into her.
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A rental car drove him back in the late afternoon.
Luc had the window down only two inches. The cold air was good, but the hot sex was better.
[System Notification]
[Objective complete: Earn her respect]
[Reward: An affectionate situation unlock]
Atleast he wasn’t the one driving, could have been an interesting way to die.
"How long has this been? I forgot about this." He said to himself.
The Dijon game was in five days. Idriss was probably still sharpening himself up on the training pitch.
