The Ceo's Contracted Mistress
The Ceo’s Contracted Mistress Chapter 36

Bobbie pushed her hair off her face as she watched the kids on the soccer field. Ollie was racing down the field with a ball. Their age group was more about learning basics, rules and getting the hang of not touching the ball but she had to admit, Ollie was a natural athlete, and she had a competitive streak a mile wide. They were playing the same team she’d gotten into fisticuffs with a boy a few weeks back and while the other kids were able to move on, it was clear the boy she’d pummeled was gunning for her.

Max was trailing the group occasionally stopping to chat with one of the other boys on the mixed team and then running after the ball only if it came near him.

“Doesn’t this frustrate the hell out of you,” Olivier growled beside her as he waved his hand at Max.

“What about it?”

“She’s running full tilt and he doesn’t seem to care he’s there.” He stared at the difference of the two kids as if perplexed.

“Olivier, if this was science far, the roles would be reversed,” she commented as she clapped when Ollie scored a goal. “She would be giving minimum effort and he’d be doing the equivalent of running for gold.” She gave a shrug, “I’m happy he’s willing to get on the field and do a moderate amount of exercise. He’s not a jock.”

“He doesn’t need to be a jock, but he can’t just half-a*s his way through something,” Olivier complained.

“Jesus Olivier, he’s a kid, piss off,” Fiona grunted at him. “Not everything is about winning or being the best.”

“What’s the point of doing something if you’re not going to try your best?”

“Olivier, lighten up,” Bobbie gave him a warning glance. “You’ll see him try his best when school starts, and it’s track time.”

“Track?”

“He loves to run. Soccer is a filler. He swims and he does track. Instead of focusing on what he’s not doing,” she motioned as Ollie swiped the ball from the other team and took off down the field, “focus on what she is.” She cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, “go Ollie!”

Ollie flashed a grin at her mother’s shout, pushed her hair out of her face and took off dribbling the ball between her feet down the field. Another kid grabbed at her shirt to pull her backwards and Bobbie g*****d, “ah s**t,” when Ollie landed on her bottom and the other team got the ball and the game continued without the foul being called.

“Keep you head in the game, Ollie!” Everly shouted loudly at her hoping to deflect the anger on the kid’s face.

Max raced to Ollie and helped her up and put his hand over her shoulder whispering in her ear. They both rejoined the group fighting for the ball and Bobbie and Everly shouted words of encouragement at the kids as they raced after it. When the other team scored a goal, Ollie kicked the grass in anger, but Max put his hand on her shoulder and Lark approached her and held her hand.

“They are so close,” Fiona said from where she moved to stand beside Bobbie and Everly. “They could be triplets.”

“The trio of terror,” Grady mocked as he joined the group.

“Nice of you to show up, Hoffman,” Everly made a face at her husband.

“There was an accident and I got stuck behind it for thirty minutes.”

“Let me guess, you stopped to pass out your business cards?” Bobbie teased him as everyone around them roared with laughter, including Grady.

Grady looked to the field, “she hit anyone yet?” He shot a glance at the father of the kid who had tormented her previously.

“Not yet. Some kid pulled her on her a*s by the jersey but so far, she’s kept her hands to herself.”

“Max looks like he’s enjoying himself,” he gave a laugh.

“Don’t get Olivier started again. He thinks Max should be working harder,” Bobbie complained casting an annoyed glance at Olivier

“I’m only saying, anything worth doing is worth doing well. He’s clearly not putting a hundred percent in.”

Grady clapped his shoulder, “we have another overnight camp Saturday for scouts. You should come if you want to see him throw himself into something.”

“He enjoys camping?”

They all watched as the boy traded places with someone on the field and beelined for Ollie and grabbed her shirt. She got away from him and got further down the field and he went after her again, pulling her shirt a second time. Again, she jerked away from him and kept moving down the field.

Grady continued talking to Olivier, “Max is always the first kid to put his tent up and he loves the outdoors. He can name a lot of the tracks we come across and many of the birds we see. He’s on the field tonight because he wants to do something with the girls, but he’s more a supportive player than the star of the team.” Grady was watching the kids intently. “If that little s**t grabs Ollie’s shirt once more, she’s going to pummel him.”

“Serves the little bastard right,” Everly gritted.

“Ignore him, Ollie,” Bobbie yelled out. “Keep your focus and ignore him.” She watched as her daughter clenched her fists and then relaxed them at her mother’s words. As she kicked the ball hard and it flew past the goalkeeper, her team and the adults on the sidelines cheered but Ollie just pushed her hair off her face and glared at the boy from the other team who was taunting her. It was clear to everyone on the sidelines she was pissed.

The parent of the other kid looked at Bobbie. “It’s just a game. She needs to simmer down.”

“You need to go f**k yourself and tell your kid the only one to use hands in soccer is the goalie,” Bobbie spit back at him. She ignored the chortle of laughter from her family as she kept her eyes trained on Ollie. “Eyes on the ball Ollie. Ignore the punk.”

Ollie nodded at her as Olivier moved closer to Bobbie’s side.

“Are you okay?” Olivier whispered lowly.

“He’s the same kid she jumped a few week’s back for putting his hands to Max. Apparently, he didn’t learn his lesson and he’s trying to engage Ollie.”

“Ollie!” Olivier called to his daughter and waved her over. He knelt down and whispered in her ear, and she blinked at him. He kissed her forehead and pushed her back towards the field. She was grinning ear to ear as she raced back to join her team.

“Dare I ask what you said to her to make her grin like this,” Meri asked curiously as all the parents eyeballed him.

He shrugged, “I simply told her if she could get through the entire game without throwing a single punch, Riggs would start teaching her self-defence.”

“Olivier,” Bobbie hissed at him in frustration. “The last thing she needs to know is how to throw punches better than she already does.”

Riggs stood behind Bobbie, “I disagree. The first thing she needs to know is when to throw them and when to let it slide. She shouldn’t be wasting her fists on a punk-a*s b***h of a kid whose father probably can’t get it up, so he teaches the boy to beat up girls.” Riggs said it loud enough the boy’s father turned and started blustering. Riggs stepped closer to him and towered over him by at least a half foot. “Don’t make me embarrass you in front of your kid. I’ll put you on your flabby a*s so fast, you won’t know what hit you. If you think your weapon in your holster is enough to intimidate me, you’re f*****g wrong. You better have your kid reigned in before the next game. Am I clear?”

Everly chortled with glee, “Grady, I swear you’re the only man I want but if I accidentally call out Riggs’ name tonight don’t be upset.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll scream it together,” Grady grinned as he kissed her knuckles and winked at Riggs who was still glowering down at the man who slowly backed away, his neck red.

Riggs moved back to stand behind Bobbie and Olivier. He cast a side eye to Everly, “please don’t let Grady scream my name. We’re taking him on a fishing trip soon. I can’t have the thought in the back of my head.”

Everyone chuckled at his words as they refocused on the game, but the tension was palpable as the other parents were glaring at the father of the boy who was always causing a disturbance. Even the parents on the kids’ own team were pissed with him. The kid was still on the field pushing and pulling each time the referee’s eyes were in another direction, and it was only a matter of time before he hurt a kid.

Once again Ollie had the ball and was coming back up the field and the kid made a beeline for her. She fell to her knees when he pushed her two-handed and she lifted her head from where she rested on her hands and knees and glared furiously at her father. Olivier shook his head and jerked his thumb at Riggs who motioned for her to get up and get after the ball.

Max and Lark again were there to pull her to her feet and Max patted her shoulder.

“I admit,” Olivier said suddenly, “I now see the value of letting him play a sport he doesn’t love. He has a calming influence on her.”

Bobbie nodded but was biting her bottom l*p furiously. The kid on the team was now deliberately taunting Ollie and several other kids on the team. “f**k I hate when they play this team,” she felt Meri come up and hook her arm through her elbow. “I wish this was a better game for you and Fiona to be watching.” She leaned sideways to look at Sera and Shiloh who were sitting in chairs, eating snacks, and giggling to themselves not paying an ounce of attention to the game. “At least they’re having fun.”

“Give them food and they’re happy,” Fiona grinned and rubbed her shoulder warmly.

The four women hissed in sync as the kid shoved another smaller kid down and then stepped on her hand with deliberate movement. The little girl was crying and ran to the sidelines to her mother. The woman glared at the man who was cheering his son on.

Grady yelled at the ref, “open your damn eyes ref! He’s beating up our team!”

“As if you care about the game,” the kids father taunted, “couldn’t even be here on time. If I remember right, you were late to the last one too. Big time lawyer doesn’t have time for his own kids’ soccer game.”

Grady flipped him off without even looking in his direction.

Bobbie was losing her patience, “it’s a kids’ game of soccer. It’s not supposed to be this competitive.”

She was quietly watching as the ball got passed again to Ollie and the kid beelined for her. This time Max intercepted him and stopped him from getting too close and he and Lark simply stood in front of him, blocking his access to Ollie. Max folded his arms over his chest and simply kept walking backwards continually blocking the kid from pushing anyone and Lark was doing the same thing.

The father started yelling and Riggs moved closer to him and made his presence known again. Bobbie noted Henri was now also on the sidelines behind Riggs.

“It’s a damn kids’ soccer game. Why is this happening?” Bobbie questioned.

Everly grunted, “because dickwad is raising a little hellion and someone needs to keep the kids safe and since refs aren’t doing it, we’ll have to.”

The kid moved to push Max, but Max moved out of the way quickly and the other boy slid on the grass and fell on his knee. He got mad and rushed at Max, but he and Lark were already down the field to support Ollie as she kicked another goal. The team jumped around Ollie and hugged her. She came out of the little huddle to the middle of the field again and out of nowhere the other kid slammed into her.

Bobbie couldn’t stop the scream tearing from her lips as she watched her daughter get almost thrown into air and her body hitting the ground with force and her head bouncing twice on the field.

“Dad, did you see? I got her back just like you said to!” the kid screamed at his father from the field looking proud of himself.

Bobbie wanted to rush the field, but she stood waiting for Ollie to get up, “get up Ollie.” After ten seconds of her daughter laying on the field she was running. She shoved the ref out of the way and knelt over Ollie.

“Olivier,” she screamed at him, “she’s unconscious.” She pushed Ollie’s hair off her head and noticed the large gash on the side of her temple. “Ollie, baby, look at mommy. Come on baby, open your eyes.” She touched her cheek softly.

“Don’t move her Bobby,” Riggs reached her at the same time as Olivier who slid on the grass right next to Bobbie. “She’s breathing. She’s just got knocked out cold.” He grabbed a large rock which had been in the grass and tossed it aside. “I think she hit this.”

“Mom is she okay?” Max whispered crying behind her.

“She’s going to be fine, Max,” Olivier spoke reassuringly.

“Ollie,” Bobbie wiped her own tears off her cheeks, “come on baby, wake up.” She let Riggs examine her though in her heart she wanted to shove him away and pull her child into her arms.

Ollie blinked and started crying.

“Oh, thank god,” Bobbie gripped her chest.

“Hey Ollie, Uncle Riggs needs you to not move, okay? I need you to lay still. Can you lay still?”

She nodded her head, “my head hurts.” She was crying harder now. “Daddy,” she sniffed, “I want my daddy.”

“I’m right here, ma chère,” he stroked her forehead softly.

Bobby stepped backwards and gripped Max who had his thin arms wrapped around her middle tightly and he was shaking.

“Mom!” Ollie screamed as she saw her back up.

“I’m right here baby. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I should have just beat him up again,” she whimpered from where she lay in the grass.

Bobbie heard Everly’s snicker behind her.

Riggs looked up, “I think we should take her to the emergency dept. I’m worried she might have a concussion and I think she may need a stitch or two in the gash in her head. It’s bleeding hard.”

“Everly,” Bobbie turned around, “please take Max home. I’m going to take her in to get checked out and then we’ll be home.”

“I want to come,” Max protested as he wiped his tears off his cheeks.

Grady shook his head, “hey buddy, a hospital is no place for you if you’re not sick. Come home with me and Everly and Lark and we’ll wait together. Okay?”

He was sobbing but he nodded.

Olivier moved to Max and kissed his temple gently, “hey, she’s going to be okay, Max. We’re just getting her checked out to be cautious. It’s okay. You go home and we’ll be home before you know it.”

He sniffed and unwound his arms from Bobbie’s waist and moved reluctantly towards Grady and Everly. Everly motioned for Bobbie to call her as soon as she heard anything. Meri and Fiona were bundling everything up and it was only then Bobbie realized the entire field was in a stunned silence watching them.

A woman ran up to them and Bobbie recognized her as a parent from the other team. “Hey, I got a recording of the whole thing on my phone. Do you want me to send it to you?”

Bobbie nodded, wiping her tears, and gave the woman her phone number as Olivier gently lifted Ollie off the grass. Ollie wrapped her arms around his neck and whimpered.

She followed him and Riggs towards a car where Henri had pulled it around and she slid in behind Olivier into the back of the black SUV. She jumped as Everly shoved her purse into her hands and closed her eyes as the other woman pressed a k**s to her temple. She nodded at her whispered words of comfort and closed the door behind them.

“Dad, don’t I need a seatbelt?” Ollie asked as Olivier kept her on his lap.

He didn’t answer, just kept his hand pressed tight against the side of her head and Bobbie noticed for the first time how much b***d was seeping through his fingers and dripping onto Ollie’s shoulder and Olivier’s bare arms. She felt nausea creeping up and fought the urge to vomit as the car tore through the parking lot and in the direction of the nearest medical center. She noted Ollie was looking paler and she reached her fingers out and stroked her cheek.

“Hey Ollie,” Bobbie felt her breath catch as her daughter tried to focus on her and then blinked slowly as if confused. “Olivier, she doesn’t look good.”

“I know,” he whispered back, his eyes never leaving his daughter’s visage.

“Hey,” Riggs called from the front seat, turning to face them, “head injuries bleed lots. She’ll have a headache a couple of days and then be right as rain.” He looked to Bobbie, “my dad’s a neurologist Bobbie. He deals with head injuries all the time. I’ve spent more time listening to dinner time conversation over concussions than almost anything else growing up. She was responsive. She has some shock going on from the b***d loss, but she’ll be fine.”

She nodded at him, “are you sure?”

“As sure as I am the father of the brat is going to s**t his pants when he realizes the name of Ollie’s dad.”

Ollie giggled against her dad’s chest, “Riggs swore.”

“He did,” Bobbie gave a nervous laugh. “Ollie, can you stay awake until we get to the clinic?”

“I’m sleepy mom,” Ollie protested, fighting her blinks.

“I’m so proud of you Olivia,” Olivier spoke against her ear, “you did so good not to throw a punch at that little punk. When you’re feeling better, Riggs is going to teach you how to protect yourself. Would you like this?”

“I would,” she mumbled as she struggled to stay awake.

“Daddy just needs you to stay awake, my little love,” he begged as his fingers flexed near her head and he took in the b***d on his hand. “Can you stay awake for mommy and daddy?”

“I’m just so sleepy,” she whined as her eyes closed.

Olivier bit out instructions to drive faster. The car took a sharp turn and Olivier put his hand out to steady himself and Ollie as they slid along the leather bench seat and Bobbie gripped the door as she was forced against it, squished by Olivier’s frame.

He righted himself and looked down at Ollie’s closed eyes, “she’s out cold and f**k, I don’t like this!” he yelled at Henri who was driving.

“Olivier, I can’t miraculously make a hospital appear in thin air,” Henri shot back. “I’m driving as fast as I can. I’m doing eighty in a thirty zone and I’m doing my best not to get us killed. Three minutes. We’re three minutes out.”

“I feel like we’ve been driving hours,” Bobbie took a breath as she watched the scenery speed past the window. “I feel so helpless.”

Olivier reached his arm out and pulled her sideways, tucking her against his side, holding both her and Ollie tight to him. He kissed the top of her head. “She’ll be okay, chérie. It’ll be okay.” He rubbed her shoulder, “in a week from now she’ll be begging to jump off towers into swimming pools and slugging people on behalf of Max.”

“That little punk needs a spanking,” she hissed as she considered the child who pushed Ollie.

“He probably gets them daily,” Riggs said sadly, “His father is going to regret encouraging his kid to go after her. The kid is just a kid, and he was only doing what he was taught. His father probably does it to him at home.” Riggs offered his two cents. “You let us manage him.”

“He’s the kid Ollie beat up for pushing Max a few weeks back. He shoved Max down hard and scraped both of his knees and it knocked his glasses off with the force. The ref did not call it, but Ollie saw it and jumped the kid. They both were kicked out of the game. He went after her because of it. It’s clear he went after her and his father was the one behind it.”

“The man is going to learn not to f**k with a Villeneuve.” Olivier spoke quietly as he brushed his nose through Ollie’s hair. “He picked the wrong man’s kid to hurt.”

Bobbie considered for the first time the darkness Olivier had shown her on occasion, just for once, was something she supported fully. She wanted b***d for all droplets spilled from her child.