For Love and Football

Chapter 2

*Ring* *Ring* Grace reaches for the phone, not bothering to open her eyes to the morning sun, after the haziest night of her life.

"Hello?"

"Grace you got married and didn't even tell your own family!" Hearing her mothers voice Grace quickly gets up, waking her fellow bedmate.

"Mom? married!, How? When? WHAT?" Grace couldn't remember most of the night, and she darn sure didn't remember a marriage.

"Grace Ann are you smart mouthin' me? don't let the devil fool you girl, I still have strength in my spankin' hand."

"No ma'am."

"Ill give you one day to get home and bring that man of yours, don't make me come looking for ya'll...I love you baby"

"Yes Ma'am...I love you too."

Kevin woke up after Grace exited the bed, half listening to the conversation and hoping that he could get rid of the hangover before he had to fly out that at evening.

Looking down at his fingers, and for a second Kevin thought he was imagining the gold wedding band and as he opened his mouth to voice his observation he heard Grace shout.

"MARRIED?!?"

She had so many questions running through her mind, not only did she get married last night but she knew Kevin was behind her and she would have to face him soon enough.

Grace turns to him her eyes on anything but his face.."I...we..we have to talk. Last night seemed to have gotten a little out of hand and... "

"You were a virgin, why didn't you tell me?"

"You...We should concentrate on the marriage part first..please!" Grace was doing her best not to run and hide.

"...I think we need to..." Kevin sighs as his phone rings.

"Kevin what the hell?, your face is all over the news with some black chick, Married? The media is having a field day with this story, what the hell happened? You are supposed to be laying low remember, trying to think of ways to change your image, Oh shit I never noticed this before, this is your plan....going with the family angle, great idea..Get married and show that you can be domesticated...but why pick a fat black woman?" Sara Fagon was his publicist and she was pissed as hell.

"Sara Calm down, don't fucking talk about her like that... I have to go now Ill talk to you later" Hanging up and turning to Grace, who was looking more worried by the second.

"I need coffee before I can process anything that happened last night." Kevin reaches for the phone dialing room service and putting in a huge order before hanging up and sitting on the bed.

Grace sat at the opposite side of the room on a chair as the food was delivered.

"Grace you should have something to eat, your strength is probably a little low..after last night..." Kevin smiled as she fell into the baited trap, he wanted a reaction from her not her cool, calm, collected front she put on for the world.

Rolling her beautiful brown eyes at him and sitting at the table where huge amount of food was laid out before them, she daintily put her napkin in her lap and bowed her head to say a prayer.

When she took the first bite her taste buds exploded, the stuffed french toast was delicious closing her eyes and moaning as she savored the flavors.

Kevin couldn't believe the sounds she made. It was french toast not his cock, his face set in a manly pout as he watched her. He really liked that she ate around him, most women did that shy thing or were on diets, but Grace seemed not to even notice his eyes on her until she looked up to see him watching her.