This Scandalous Life - CHAPTER 1 / 20
Author: original idea and plot by devioussoul10 and kitty69lover eventually written by kitty69lover !
Rating: NC-17: containing mild slash smut, het smut, femslash smut
and other crazy sexual things
Category: it's a romantic drama, with a pinch of humour,
Characters: there's a plethora of footballers, from Ligue 1 and La Liga. for plot security reasons, the characters will not be revealed right now, but when they make their appearance
i.e. check under the cut.
Length: mid-length story, 20 chapters
Summary: Wag that has it all comes across the world of slash. fleeing from her broken home, she embarks on a quest to find true love, of course for a man that isn't gay, while losing her head and path several times.
Beta: no-one.
Disclaimer: i do not own the footballers in this story, nor their families. this is completely made up and quite AU too.
Authors Notes: this is not my idea, i'm just writing it. for plot issues, address devioussoul10. the writing it mine, so you can correct mistakes and all. The taglines are all taken from IMDb.
This Scandalous Life
1.
Location: Rennes
Date: April 04, 2011
Tagline: “In the beginning, there was discovery, a confusion of elements, a first snowfall of impossible change.”
Characters:
Fiona Bocanegra
Carlos Bocanegra
Michael Bradley
Fiona was returning home earlier than she had planned. In the taxi ride back to her house in Rennes, she was still going over the events that had led to her abrupt departure from her family reunion in Sevilla.
In fact, the more she thought of it, the more pissed off she felt. How could her brother ruin their vacation, the long awaited meeting - since they had not all seen each other since she had left the US for Europe with her husband - with his awful allegations?
How dared Alex bring up the departure of their father, out of the blue? How could he even think of saying that the man had rightfully left his family, his 5 year old daughter and 3 year old son? How could he say in front of their mother that it had been her fault, when he had hardly known the man?
Yet, he had indeed said all those things and more. Fiona could never really grasp this male solidarity, her brother's need to stick up for the absent father, glorifying him for sending late Christmas presents while not acknowledging their mother's daily struggle to offer them a decent life.
And that was just the beginning of his tirade. It was like he had waited all his 23 years to spout all that shit in her face, because he kept going. He went on to explain how father leaving them had influenced her development, and the sooner she realised this herself and finally dealt with it, the better.
He had claimed that father's absence had rushed her into marriage, into the arms of a man so different than he had been, a man that was inferior to her. He had claimed that abandoning her hopes and dreams to follow a jock and become an accessory to his career was a clear sign of her trauma.
She was getting so angry, again, like she had been when she had decided to run to the hotel, pack her bag and book the first flight back to France, because she had no reason to tolerate all that. Her brother never knew what were her hopes and dreams, because he had never really cared. She had not abandoned university nor any sort of prestigious career when she had married Carlos. Certainly not.
Her brother's diatribe was pure envy, envy that she had a mansion and servants and a glamorous life, while he was struggling to make it as a writer, living in the slums of Sevilla, in an apartment that wouldn't be worthy of a broom closet in her house.
No, she shouldn't get so annoyed with her frustrated brother, that had been so rude to her and had refused the money she had offered, claiming he didn't want to sponge off a stupid jock and his money grabbing wife, even if said wife was his sister! But that did not prevent him from accepting that she solely paid for dinners and every other thing during that trip.
She shouldn't feel this infuriated, because there was no grain of truth in here bitter brother's words. Carlos Bocanegra was not a stupid jock, he was actually one of the smartest guys she had met and he was kind and good to her. Carlos loved her and she loved him. He had never asked her to give up her career plans and in fact, she was still writing and getting published, although she no longer needed to do that to earn a living.
She was certainly happy, and that was all that mattered. She was only upset that her mother, an already hard tried woman, had been dragged into this petty fight and she had had to leave her behind, unable to spend another minute in her brother's presence.
She decided to push the negativity under the rug and forget about her wanker brother, since she was going home early and could indulge in some lovemaking with her wonderfully sexy husband. She chuckled, realising that given her brother was single, that was pretty much what he was, in that sad little apartment.
And with that, Fiona relaxed, slung back and summoned a little fantasy of her own, arriving home and surprising Carlos, going in for a shower and waiting for him to come in so they could make love. She closed her eyes and she could already feel the droplets of hot water and his kisses on her skin.
She was feeling much better and just in time too, as the driver pulled up in front of the house. She paid with a smile, took out her suitcase and walked inside, barely containing herself at the idea of seeing her husband again.
She entered the house feeling quite mischievous and leaving her baggage by the door, she tip toed up the stairs to the master bedroom, her target being the en suite bathroom. So far, there was no sign of Carlos and she was tempted to call out his name, just to make sure he was home before she stripped and got herself in the shower.
But then, just as she had reached the upper floor landing, she heard noises, coming from one of the guest bedrooms. She clutched her shirt next to her heart and approached the closed door.
She braced herself and turned the knob slowly, opened the door and peered in. She closed it with a loud bang, but even the couple of seconds of seeing the imagine inside the room made it stick to her retina like it was engraved.
She ran down her stairs blinking and trying to erase from memory what she had seen, but the image of Mike Bradley, her best friend, her husband's best friend, lying naked across the bed, with legs dangling over the edge, while Carlos, her husband, shirtless, settled between his legs, Mike's dick in his mouth, both looking startled at her, Carlos eyes almost popping out of the sockets in surprise, still with his best friend's dick in his mouth, the image of those two would never leave Fiona.