CHAPTER 6

THE GHOST SOCCER PLAYER

Her laughter made them angry as she yelled, ‘Sorry boys! We’ll play another time sweetheart!’ and they watched waved them as she disappeared in the far distance.

‘She’s lost her damn mind, Stephen! I’m going to kill her,’ Pique shouted and kicked off the motorcyclist and grabbed his bike before Stephen leaped on.

‘We have to stop her no matter what before she destroys everything we’ve work hard for,’ Stephen warned.

‘She won’t get that far,’ Pique assured and rode off.

Seven minutes later, it started raining; Caramella was dressed in her Minions’ pajamas she did a little practice grappling, boxing and kicking techniques against the wooden dummy and boxing bag before snuggling into the bedcovers. She drank grape wine eating marshmallows mixed with popcorn while watching ‘Everything Everything’ before switched to ‘The Sun is also a Star’ and then halfway through the movie she started hearing the football net being hit. She stood up and approached the balcony staring through the pane she saw the ghost soccer player again playing on the football field scoring another goal. ‘He’s back?’ She was about to stepped away from the pane she saw him looked at her as she froze and snooped down shaking. ‘I can’t let this ghost ruin my life and my plans. Scare or not I’m going out there to give him a piece of mind,’ Caramella told her and crawled over to her closet entering her untraceable secret room boarding the elevator that takes her down to the underground three-storey vault where most of her deadly weapons, ammunitions and explosives were. She grabbed her ammo-mallet (it fires multiple bullets with an impactful swing) and quoted what her grandmother’s words, ‘If you don’t get a hammer at least get mallet to wrack the mole’ and drank two bottles of wine mixed with vodka, tequila and rum punch just to shake off the nerves which fueled her with fire, rage and intoxicated to the climax.

She matched out of the back door in the heavy rain approaching the field where the ghost soccer player and shouted, ‘Hey you! Get off my field! That soccer ball isn’t yours!’ Caramella glared positioning the mallet on her shoulder as she walked toward him, his back for facing her, ‘Aren’t you listening to me you stupid ghost! I said…..’ she swung the ammo-mallet which shot the bullets after him dodged them before she reached him and gave a blade kick to the side. He stopped her attack and she realised he had no face, just a black mask and asked, ‘Who are you?’ with the alcohol taking effect she faints falling backwards. He released her leg and caught her in his arms and removed his mask. Caramella felt really dizzy with a major headache as she tried squinting her eyes through the raindrops to get a clear look at his face she shouldn’t make out the features as her eyes closed as she heard someone called out her name in panic.

‘Caramella!’ He called out with concern.

Thirty-two year old Head Bodyguard of Williamston’s Hotel Enterprise: Christiano Santos Junior was the ghost soccer player who came out on the field to ease his mind from his duties and the guys at nights. A week ago he and his twenty-nine guards arrived on the property and setup their base in the forest in a guesthouse cabin observing their bosses’ second youngest daughter Caramella secretly. He had seen her photos and read her impressive portfolio but had never seen this close and drank with mallet in her hand. She looked fragile and small in his arms. Christiano had the ague to kiss her but thought, ‘What am I doing with a drunken woman who passes out in the rain with a mallet?’ and actually laughed. ‘She thought I was a ghost. This girl is funny. I better get her out of the rain before she gets a cold,’ he smiled and carried her bridal style to the guesthouse cabin.

When he arrived at the doorway, the Head Chef Yunoku Shinto stared at him strangely with surprise and covered his nose from the stench of the alcohol mixture and asked, ‘Christiano what have you gotten into? I thought going out to play football not score the pretty woman in your arms. Who is she anyway?’

‘Our bosses’ daughter,’ Christiano answered.

Yunoku eyes widened as his mouth drop opened, ‘Caramella? You mean that’s Caramella Williamston? What the heck happen to her? Did you kick her in the head with a football? Or she is nursing a break up wound or her sister’s death?’

‘First and for most I didn’t hit her with the ball, Yunoku,’ Christiano admitted before looking at their damsel in stress who was their stress at the moment. ‘I think maybe she drank her sorrows anyway. Her little sister Maria did die from a brutal murder and she called off the wedding of a lifetime to Ray Martinez, think about it who wouldn’t drink to forget about it?’

Yunoku nodded, ‘It makes sense. What are you going to do with her anyway?’

‘She can’t stay in these wet clothes for long she’ll get pneumonia. We have to change her,’ Christiano recommended.

‘We can’t do that, that’s means we’re crossing boundaries?’ Yunoku admitted.

Christiano kept a firm face even though he was nervous about the situation, ‘We’ll just have to do it without looking okay. I’ll get a tub running with water.’

‘You just want to see her naked and get in her posh,’ Yunoku frowned.

Christiano gulped, ‘Of course not besides I’m done with women.’

‘You’re not done with her,’ Yunoku quipped referring to Caramella in his arms.

‘She’s on the list too,’ Christiano answered and passed him into the house and headed upstairs to the bathroom.

Yunoku locked the door and followed him, ‘I sense nothing but trouble with that woman’ and found a drunk and half naked Caramella in the tub of water sliding behind her to hold her body for support to bath her, ‘What are you doing? You aren’t supposed to get in the tub with her?’

‘Hey, I have my own way of getting things done just give me a hand with this woman,’ Christiano replied.

Yunoku face palmed himself and sighed, ‘Okay, okay I’ll get the coconut shampoo and condition. Just don’t do anything weird’ and left the bathroom.

Staring at her beautiful face on the tub edge she was soundly asleep, ‘That’s if she keeps her face on that tub edge,’ Christiano muttered and pulled up about falling backwards he quickly grabbed her as she fell onto him before wrapping her arms around his shoulders when Yunoku returned.

‘What are you doing now?’ He asked Christiano.

Christiano rolled his eyes, ‘It wasn’t me she just came on.’

‘Yeah….’ Yunoku shook his head in disbelief until Caramella started talking with a moan.

‘I can’t get enough of you….uh…’ She moaned shocking the guys about fell backwards until Yunoku held up and slid in the tub behind her facing Christiano.

‘What are we going to do now? She’s sleep talking what if someone hears her, they’ll think we’re having a threesome with this woman,’ Yunoku whispered.

Christiano mumbled, ‘No one will let’s just bath her quick before we all become the attention of the guys.’

‘And get out of here to return to her bedroom like nothing happen,’ Yunoku added.

Christiano answered, ‘Yeah as long as the guys don’t wake up.’

Caramella was dreaming she was at a private pool party with two handsome guys: FIFA Football Player Rolando and Michelin Star Chef Yuang while Maroon 5 ft SZA: What Lovers Do played engaging in a game of triple dares.

‘Caramella we’re trying to do what lovers do,’ Rolando started.

Caramella smirked, ‘We aren’t lovers but….let’s make it real.’

‘Then I dare you to kiss me with everything you got to turn me on,’ Yuang dared.

Caramella blushed, ‘I bet I’ll do more that. I’ll take you to the moon,’ but thought subconsciously, ‘Why am I dreaming of two famous people? Why can’t I refuse the dare?’ realising she was crawling onto the chef and kissed him French style down to his neck and pulled back, ‘How was that sugar muffin?’

‘Mind blowing, fruity loops,’ Yuang flirted and kissed her until Rolando pulled her into his chest.

‘I’m starting to get jealous Caramella,’ he admitted and faced her to him staring down at her lips. ‘I triple dare you to grind me hard and slow until you want more of me.’

Caramella answered flirtatiously, ‘Are you sure about that Rolando?’ and sat on down rocking slow and hard.

‘I’m sure of it because you can’t resist babe even if you try too,’ Rolando smirked and kissed her passionately.

Melting in the sensational ride she moaned, ‘I can’t get enough of you…uh…’

Yuang pulled her face away from him and kissed her and Rolando held her waist tightly and grinded into her as she moaned, ‘Yes, yes, yeah…. Give me more, give it to me…yeah,’ she laughed.

In reality Christiano and Yunoku were still surprised when they finished soaped and bath Caramella.

‘We need to get out of here Christiano,’ Yunoku panic and slightly turned on. ‘Before, we end up doing something sexual with our bosses’ daughter.’

‘Oh yeah,’ Caramella moaned smiling as she ended up kissing Christiano before he could speak.

Yunoku was shocked but not as Christiano who couldn’t stop returning her kiss. In the moment everything disappeared it was just two of them: with a story to keep as a secret forever. Getting his senses back he lifted his lips off hers as she wrapped her legs around his waist in the water and rested her head against his shoulder and whispered, ‘I love you….too.’

‘She’s having the time of her life,’ Yunoku joked.

Christiano blinked, ‘On me….’ and added, ‘let’s get out of here now’ and the guys was about sneaked out of the bathroom when Dustin appeared walking in with his eyes wide open staring at the wet men with a pretty girl clanged on Christiano half-naked wrapped in a towel.

‘Did you guys kidnap her?’ Dustin asked.

‘What? No,’ Christiano answered.

‘Then who is she? What happen with the two of you guys?’ Dustin questioned admiring the beautiful girl who mumbled.

‘Can we do it…..now…I’m tired of waiting…’Caramella moaned with a smirk.

Dustin mouth drop opened, ‘She’s begging for it’ his cheeks were flushed in a rosy colour.

‘Dustin? Get a grip of yourself boy, help us,’ Yunoku said.

Dustin snapped out of it, ‘Where are you taking her? We can’t wake up the others?’

‘We know I’ll take her to my room just put her clothes in the washer,’ Christiano said.

‘I’ll get some blankets for her,’ Yunoku said and everyone agreed before they went to their separate destinations. Christiano had changed Caramella into his white long sleeve-shirts while she lay on his bed asleep until she muttered.

‘Ray I loved you once but now I hate you,’ Caramella mumbled as tears flew from eyelids on his pillow with hurt expression on her face.

‘She really loved that guy. But he was the idiot who wasn’t satisfied with what he had,’ Christiano thought and kneed down beside the bed and caressed his cheek before kissing her forehead.