First Contact series - Part 9
Title: First Contact - Part 9
Read the previous installments here: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8
Rating: M
Pairing: Taron x OC
Warnings: Cursing, smut, and some mentions of violence [trigger warning]
A/N: I don’t want to give away too much so you’ll just have to read it for yourself. Some sweet bits, some sexy bits and possibly a cliffhanger! So good luck, and enjoy! x
“Morning, love.”
Those two simple words held so much promise in them as I cracked my eyes open to see Taron’s sweet face smiling back at me. I yawned slightly and stretched out, checking in with my own body and realizing I wasn’t really all that sore from last night’s escapade. But oh, I still felt deliriously happy and deliciously satiated.
“S’good morning,” I mumbled back sleepily, getting an amused chuckle from Taron. I had proven very quickly during this vacation that I wasn’t a morning person. To be fair, neither was Taron.
“We should maybe get up and go enjoy our last day here, love,” he said cutely, nuzzling his face against my neck and kissing my skin there, his hand tracing a slow line over the strip of skin exposed at my waist, as my sleep shirt had ridden up a bit. Good God, this man was going to be the death of me, I thought, his touch igniting something deep inside.
“I think I’d be okay if you just wanted to stay in bed all day,” I laughed, a bit breathlessly.
“Much as I agree with that,” he said, finally rolling over and getting off the bed, “I really think we should try and see something else,” he smirked. I pouted slightly at him and he just laughed as he wandered off to the bathroom, and I couldn’t help but admire his bare torso. I eventually crawled out of bed and pulled on some clothes, grabbing my phone and flipping through my notifications, smiling over all the sweet comments that had been pouring in over the few pictures Taron and I had chosen to share on our social media profiles. It hadn’t been a secret exactly, but I think we were finally “out” as a couple to the world now. This trip had made it stunningly clear that Taron wanted me in his life.
“What’re you smiling on about?” he grinned as he returned, catching me probably looking a bit dreamy over that fact.
“Us,” I grinned. “Everyone’s been so kind about me.”
“Why would they not? You make me incredibly happy, and you’re stunningly gorgeous,” he said, leaning over and stealing a kiss before going to grab clothes himself.
“Well, Mr. Egerton, I did happen to take you off the market,” I smirked over at him, and he just snorted at that.
“What am I, a beef steak?” he laughed, shaking his head.
“A very handsome beef steak, yep!” I said brightly, unable to keep a straight face as we both lost our shit over that. I actually had to wipe tears out of my eyes at that one; maybe it wasn’t so funny to anyone else, but we were losing it.
“So anyway, what’s the game plan for today? Other than once again sweeping me off my feet?” I grinned.
“We should get breakfast, first of all,” he said.
“Right, always a foodie,” I giggled lightly.
“Then I think we should spend some of our day on Lokrum,” he grinned. “I’ve heard lovely things about the Botanical Garden there. We can just take our time together. I don’t want this day to go too fast.”
“Me either,” I agreed softly at that.
We grabbed a bite from the hotel’s breakfast and while we ate I decided to catch back up with Jules and Mary. We’d texted a few times briefly of course, but I had wanted to spend most of my time actually enjoying my trip and Taron. Still, I figured they probably deserved an update now.
<So loves, my last full day in Dubrovnik. I’m kinda sad to be seeing it end, it’s been the best trip of my life!> I sent in a group text.
<Julesy: Oh my god, about time you let us know you were still alive! We were beginning to worry!>
<Mareee!: Don’t mind her, we knew you were having fun as you should be!>
<It’s been amazing. The food, and the beaches here, and just, everything is so lush and historic and even the pace is slower so you can relax and it’s quite nice. But you’ve seen my pictures on IG! Come on now!>
<Mareee!: It looks SO nice, and you and Taron are very cute together. I’m glad you decided to post some pics of you together!>
<Yeah, we had to discuss it a bit, but … We decided it was time.>
<Julesy: Now the one thing Mary and I should know, though, is this: Are you returning as an Egerton virgin or no?>
<Oh. My. Freaking. God. ….. NOPE!> I couldn’t help giggling like an idiot over what I had sent and Taron raised an eyebrow at me, but I just shook my head. “Texting the girls, you know,” I smirked, and he only went ahhhh as if he understood. My friends’ responses chimed in quick succession.
<Julesy: That’s my girl!>
<Mareee!: What was it like, you have to tell us!!>
<Oh my gosh it was everything. It was truly everything. But I can’t say more right now, I’m sitting across from T at this moment and my face is probably beet red!>
<Mareee!: Ohhhh, well we’re very very happy for you!>
<Julesy: Yep, now we don’t have to worry about you so much.>
<Thanks, I think? I luv ya, I luv ya both. But must dash. Talk more later, we’re going to the island!>
I stashed my phone away and quickly finished my food before we were off to catch the ferry over to Lokrum. I was excited to just have a quiet easy day with Taron. The Botanical Gardens were every bit as gorgeous as they had been made to seem; we walked hand-in-hand under the cypress and olive and palm trees and took far too many pictures of the peacocks that roamed freely. It was surprisingly not busy, which was nice. There were honestly times we could have felt it was our own private island.
We happened upon a super pretty spot and chose to take a selfie together with the stunning background behind us. We managed (after some retakes. Taron needs some selfie lessons…) to take a really nice one where we both actually looked pretty (thank goodness) but then Taron decided to kiss me on the cheek and I had my eyes scrunched closed and that’s the photo he chose to post on Instagram with “This woman has my heart” as the caption.
“Oh gosh, T, this is a bit full on, isn’t?” I asked, turning to him after checking the post myself since he’d tagged me.
“Just the truth,” he said nonchalantly, like he didn’t realize how difficult this all was to process that he really felt that way about me.
“It’s not too soon and sudden to claim that? We’ve only known each other what, three months or something? A handful of encounters and a couple dates and then spending a month apart?” I asked, a bit skeptical.
“To claim what? That I love you? Because I do. That’s not a difficult thing to do, Jess,” he said sweetly, reaching over to caress my face gently. “Feelings don’t have to exist on a timeline. And maybe I’m quick to arrive at mine but I know what I have in front of me.”
I’m pretty sure my brain flatlined at that moment. The L-word, he’d actually said it, and I had no idea what I was supposed to say back. He was watching me expectantly, I think, but when I didn’t - couldn’t - figure out how to respond he sighed slightly. “It’s okay, I know what you’ve been through. You don’t have to say anything back. I just needed you to know how I felt,” he said, tugging on my hand to keep us walking.
I tried to ignore the mixture of disappointment and understanding on his face, but it dug at me as we walked in silence. Why was it so hard to just blurt it out myself? I thought. I wasn’t afraid of Taron, no. But moving into something closer, and more intimate, more vulnerable, I didn’t feel remotely ready for. There was a deeper responsibility for and reliance on emotion that I wasn’t sure I could handle giving to Taron just yet.
We ate at the little cafe on the island and found one of the beaches to sit at under some shade from the trees. I had nestled between Taron’s legs, leaning back against him and it was rather comfortable as he had his arms wrapped around me sweetly. We were just watching the waves break over the shoreline, whiling away the time and trying to ignore the fact that this trip would soon be over.
“This has just been … the best day I’ve ever had,” I sighed softly. “It’s felt rather magical to be away from everything else and to just be us here.”
“I would agree. I’ve loved every minute of this, but I think I’m quite ready to get back to the hotel and relax out of this hot sun for a bit.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said, as we both scrambled to our feet, wiping sand off as much as possible. We took the ferry back across and another taxi to our hotel, and I realized this was truly my last evening here. It made me a little sad, the feeling that the reality of going back to work and London and normal life was going to change how things felt between us. I knew it was an irrational fear, but it was bothering me.
I’m not sure what Taron was up to at the moment but I decided to make sure some of my clothes that had gotten scattered about the room were packed back in my suitcase. I smoothed my fingers over the lacy lingerie and couldn’t help but smile as I remembered last night.
“Hey, T!” I called out.
“Mmm, yeah?” his voice asked from the bathroom. The door was open so I wandered in, leaning against the door frame. He was leaning over the jacuzzi tub we hadn’t even used and I couldn’t tell what he was doing.
“Are you hungry yet?” I asked him, folding my arms.
“Yeah, but not for food,” he smirked lightly, gesturing to the tub and raising his eyebrow at me with a question in his eyes.
I pointed at myself, and then Taron, and then the tub, and he just smirked at me and nodded.
“Come here, babe,” he said gruffly, holding his hand out to me. I smiled almost shyly at that and stepped over to him, letting him pull me into him. He kissed me slow and sensually at first, probably aware that I needed a little time to get worked up, but just being near him and the thought that he wanted more of me was doing a pretty good job of it. His fingers found their way under my shirt, grazing over my skin and making me moan softly against his lips. He broke our kiss only to continue trailing kisses along my jawline and then down to my neck, nipping the spot that made me moan the most with his teeth, before then stepping away from me completely to turn the water on, adjusting the temperature until he was satisfied with it and leaving me just panting for more.
Knowing he was up for trying different things was an exciting prospect. I pulled my own shirt off and dropped it to the ground, and when he turned back around I knew right where his gaze landed. “All for me?” he asked, not needing an answer as I took his hands and placed them over my breasts. And damn did he make quick work of me that way after peeling off my bra and tossing it god knows where. The way his touch could send shivers down my spine would never cease to amaze me.
As the water ran we quickly rid ourselves of the rest of our clothes and we took a moment just to take each other in; standing around naked in front of people wasn’t exactly something I was comfortable doing, but under Taron’s gaze it didn’t seem to matter. There was no shame with him because he worshipped my body, scars and rolls and lumps and all. I hadn’t had a chance to really truly see him yet, either, and I tried to memorize every inch of his body and the way it took my breath away.
“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?” he said softly, making me bite my lip shyly, my hair falling slightly across my face. “I wish you saw yourself through my eyes.”
“I could say the same to you,” I replied gently as he stepped closer to me and brushed my hair out of my face so carefully, so intimately, it made me want to cry. But then he kissed me, and I forgot about wanting to cry, and slowly Taron walked me backward to the tub. He slipped under the water easily enough, sighing contentedly as the warm water eased his muscles, but I perched on the edge for a moment, unsure.
“Coming in, love?” he asked, giving me half a smirk, nothing but hunger in his eyes.
“We can’t really use a condom in the water, not safely at least,” I said, squeezing my eyes shut for a second.
“You’re on the pill, no?” he asked, sitting up and placing a hand on my knee.
“Of course, but that’s not like, 100 percent, you know,” I stammered slightly.
“Hey, Jess, look at me,” he said seriously, so I cracked my eyes open. “Whatever the outcome, we’ll handle it together, okay? I’m sure we’ll be completely fine, it’s not like I’ve got tons of children running about, at least that I know of. But if you can’t trust the pill, I want you to at least trust me. Can you do that?” he asked, pleading with me. I took a shaky breath and nodded before letting myself slip into the water as well. He was right, the jets and the warmth of the water felt good after having walked around a lot of the day.
“I still want you,” I whispered. “I’m just stupidly anxious about it. Make me forget that,” I said, crawling over his lap and facing him.
“I can do that,” he growled slightly, running his fingers along my waist under the water. He pulled my face to his again, kissing me hungrily now, his need for me apparent. I let myself get lost to what he was doing to me; I didn’t understand how he seemed to already know so much about my body and what it was capable of feeling, but I couldn’t hold onto those thoughts. They scattered in the heat of the moment as I settled myself over him, joining our bodies, a groan rumbling through his chest that set me on edge immediately. I’d never had sex with someone bare and to know that, and to feel that, we were that much closer to each other set every nerve-ending in my body on fire. I was consumed by the lust I felt for this man, feeling a depth of pleasure I had never known could be mine.
We found a rhythm that worked for us, the water sloshing over the sides a bit as we drove each other higher and higher. I felt his fingers slip between my legs, helping me along and soon I was crashing around him, my orgasm rippling through me just before I could feel him spilling into me. I felt completely taken; I was his, and I didn’t know how I could belong to anyone else.
I didn’t even realize I was crying until Taron was trying to wipe the tears away, but his hands were wet too so it wasn’t helping that much. “Shhh, it’s okay, I promise,” he spoke, seeming to understand my emotions more than I did as he just held me to him, my chest pressed against his, our bodies still connected, the jets gently pummeling our skin. I laid my head against his shoulder, hiding my face against his neck as his fingers slowly danced across my back, soothing me a bit. I wanted to be ashamed but couldn’t be; Taron seemed used to sharing this level of intimacy but he also seemed to understand that I just wasn’t.
“I’m so sorry, I promise I won’t always be a mess like this,” I said once I had managed to calm down.
“I’m not the one to apologize to, love,” he said gently. “It’s okay to feel things and to feel them deeply. I think I can handle that, yeah?” he grinned. “I rather enjoy making you feel this much.”
“You’re such a saint, T,” I laughed. “Anyone would be lucky to have you.”
“Well then I suppose you should consider yourself very, very lucky indeed,” he sighed happily. “But you have no idea what you do for me too.”
“I feel like I haven’t done anything. It’s always been you doing things for me,” I said softly.
“I don’t want to hear you say such things about yourself. You’re amazing, and you make me happy, and that’s always enough for me. I don’t need things, I don’t need someone to take care of me. I just want someone who’s face lights up when they see me, who genuinely enjoys talking to me, who makes me laugh at every turn, who wants to go on adventures with me, and who is willing despite her hardships to trust me. And that’s you,” he replied.
“You are too good to me,” I sighed, his words striking something deep and vulnerable in my heart and reverberating there.
“I hardly think I’m even remotely good enough for you, but you seem to want to be with me,” he replied, making my eyes bulge a little. Taron, not good enough? He had to be kidding. “I just don’t think you’ve ever been treated well or how you deserve to be. I know I can’t fix that, but I’m going to try and make a difference, if you’ll let me.”
“Anything for you, Taron,” I smiled at him. “Now should we get out of this water before we get all pruney?” I grinned, stealing a sweet kiss that made my chest ache. I could probably kiss him all day and still never get enough.
“Dinner sounds like a perfect way to end this day, now that you’ve helped me work up my appetite,” he smirked at me lightly.
“You’re so naughty,” I laughed, finally managing to disentangle myself from him and wrapping a fluffy towel around myself after climbing out of the tub. We quickly got ourselves ready for dinner, choosing to have our last meal at the conventionally named but absolutely romantic Dubrovnik Restaurant. The rooftop eatery was open air during good weather, and so I’d donned a warm cardigan over my dress, and Taron had pulled on a blazer over his button-down and jeans. We got seated in the white plush chairs and the entire place was softly lit with candles and lamps turned low. I truly enjoyed the atmosphere of it, and the food, oh the food. It was the best I’d had there in Dubrovnik, and I wished I could just keep eating it for forever; almost as much as I wished I could just stay in this paradise with Taron forever.
But you can only appreciate the very best things in life by them coming to an end, and so we returned to London the next day, ready to figure out how to continue blending our normal everyday lives together. My flatmates were of course absolutely thrilled to have me back, peppering me with so many questions it made my head spin. I did my best to give them just enough answers to keep their curiosity at bay, while keeping some of the more private things with Taron just to myself.
I threw myself head-first back into work over the next few weeks, feeling like I needed to make up for the past month where my productivity had been seriously lacking. Taron and I found a way to balance out seeing each other, going on some fun dates, some super romantic ones, and oh yeah, having lots of sex. I was now officially addicted to him, and it really was all his fault in the best possible sense of the word. I’d gained some kind of confidence in what we had and was doing my best to work through my lingering issues. I still hadn’t told him I loved him, but every day he seemed to chip away more and more at the barriers I’d built around it. Bless his soul, he was eternally patient, I’d give him that. So my initial fears about reality taking anything away from us were unfounded; our relationship somehow just kept getting better. And I finally felt like I was really home in London; I had an amazing job I actually liked, lovely flatmates and friends I enjoyed spending time with, and the sweetest boyfriend a girl could luck into having.
So I was feeling pretty damn great about my life one balmy, late-summer day as I was striding toward my office, coffee cup in hand and laptop bag over my shoulder. I managed to accidentally brush past a guy who had just stepped out of a coffee shop, and I turned to apologize but before the words could escape my mouth I froze.
His build was thinner, his jawline sharper, and his face somehow more handsome than I remembered, but I’d recognize that tousled brown hair and those deep-set brown eyes anywhere.
Kevin. My mind went absolutely blank as I clutched my laptop bag and purse to me.
I nearly thought I was having a stroke at first, that he was just a figment of my imagination. But there he was, somehow, incomprehensibly, standing on the sidewalk in London before me.
“Jessica! It’s really you!” he said brightly. “Imagine my good fortune. I thought I’d have to spend more time trying to track you down and here you run right into me.” His voice sent chills down my spine and sent my stomach plummeting to my feet.
“How the hell are you here?” I asked, rooted to the spot. Other people were walking past us but I felt like I was suddenly in an alternate universe. “And why?”
“Relax, Jess. Things have changed. I’ve changed. I wanted to apologize to you,” he said, gesturing for me to move out of the way as a group of school kids giggled their way past. We ended up stepping closer to an alley between the coffee shop and another brick building beside it, and I was already looking for a way to leave.
“There’s nothing you can say to me to apologize,” I said coldly. “You don’t deserve any of my time,” I practically hissed.
“I know. I’m not asking for forgiveness. I just needed to see you again. To make sure you were okay,” he said, taking a step closer to me as I took a step back.
“I am just fine, no thanks to you,” I said with narrowed eyes. “You can’t just sweep back into my life thinking that things will just go back to how they used to be. I’m not your toy to play with and toss away and abuse any more, Kevin,” I said, taking several more steps away from him, until my back hit the brick wall of the building behind me.
I should have ran then. I should have turned around and started walking and never looked back. There would always be too many should haves in my life with Kevin.
Within seconds he had crossed the space between us and I flinched when he reached out to me, but his touch was gentle as he took my chin in his hand. “I never meant to hurt you, and I’ll forever hate myself for it. I had a long time to think about what I did, what happened between us. Please, just give me a chance again, to prove that I’m different now.”
“I can’t,” I whispered, trembling slightly at his touch. “I’m already with someone else.”
I have very little recollection of what happened next.
I don’t know if it was the rejection that set him off, but his grip on my face instantly tightened like a vice before he slammed the left side of my face so hard into the brick I heard a loud crack and felt the impact on the right side of my head. My vision went blurry and I dropped like a stone to the ground. He kicked me in the side then too, and I instantly curled up and away from him, trying to protect myself from the assault. This couldn’t be happening again. I’m going to wake up soon, and it will all be a nightmare. Taron will wrap his arms around me, and tell me it’s not real. Please god, let it not be true.
I don’t know if I screamed, or if the young couple that came to my aid were just walking past at the moment, but suddenly Kevin was tackled to the ground by the man, and the woman was instantly on her phone calling police. She knelt next to me as I tried to sit up, but the pain in my side, and my head, was too much. I could feel something warm and wet trickling down my face and into my eye, and I gasped as it stung. Still, I struggled to reach over to my purse, fumbling with it to try and get to my phone. The woman, who had the kindest eyes, seemed to understand and pulled it out and handed it to me.
I tried to focus on the keypad numbers to unlock my phone, but they wouldn’t stay in the same place and I kept hitting the wrong ones. Finally, frustrated, I shoved it back into her hands and told her my passcode. “Call Taron, please. My boyfriend, you need to call him and tell him where they’re taking me,” I said, fighting desperately hard against the darkness that was threatening to pull me under.
The sirens came, ear-splittingly loud, and it was enough for me to not throw up as the nausea of pain swept through my body. Kevin must have been handcuffed and arrested; but I couldn’t see enough of what was going on around me to know it. When the medics lifted my battered body onto the stretcher and began immobilizing me, I cried out in pain as my side where he’d kicked me lit up in renewed pain, leaving me short of breath.
I was beginning to fade in and out as they pushed me into the back of the ambulance and settled an oxygen mask over my face. I could only hope the woman had been able to reach Taron; he would be absolutely worried sick if he didn’t hear from me.
How did he find me? I thought again, bright white spots exploding before my vision as the doors were slammed shut and we were hurtling through the streets of London. The medics were saying words I couldn’t understand; if they were talking to me, I wouldn’t have known it. They poked and prodded; a needle pushed in my arm, gauze pressed against my face.
I knew it had all been too good to be true. This thought was even more painful to bear than the broken parts of my body.
And then everything went black.
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I promise this isn’t the end. Read more in Part 10.
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6: Because of You
1 - What was your last impulse purchase? Do you regret it?
A vinyl version of the Rocketman soundtrack. And no, I don’t. Because it’s Taron and now I only love listening to my music on records.
2 - When was the last time you took a painkiller? What was it for and did it work?
Took tylenol earlier and it worked quickly.
3 - Have you ever had to go and rescue someone because their car broke down? When was the last time that happened?
Nope
4 - What’s on your to-do list for tomorrow? Are you looking forward to it?
Possibly some work. Yeah.
5 - Would you rather be employed or self-employed? How come?
I’m self-employed because I can’t handle the anxiety that came along working at Starbucks.
6 - What’s one sweet/candy you miss from your childhood? Is this item something you can still buy or has it been discontinued?
I don’t know.
7 - When was the last time you used some kind of moisturiser?
The other day
8 - Do you struggle to wake up in the morning without some form of caffeine?
Yes. I need my coffee!!
9 - Would you rather get everything done early and then relax, or leave everything until the last minute?
Done early
10 - What was the reason for your last car journey?
n/a
11 - If you’re under lockdown/stay at home orders at the moment, are you struggling or managing okay?
I CAN’T STAND THIS BULLSHIT!! I NEED TO BE OUT WITH FRIENDS AND NONE OF THESE RESTRICTIONS!!! MY ANXIETY HAS GOTTEN WORSE!!! LET US GO BACK TO NORMAL LIVING ALREADY!!! THIS IS MAKING DEPRESSION AND ANXIETY WORSE THAN IT’S EVER BEEN AND PARANOID PEOPLE DON’T CARE WHAT IT’S DOING TO OUR MENTAL HEALTH!!! ALMOST A YEAR OF THIS SHIT IS JUST BULLSHIT!! SHOULD’VE BEEN OVER NOW!
12 - Has anything positive come out of the pandemic for you?
Yes. I got back in touch with 2 best friends I hadn’t spoken to for a couple of years.
13 - Would you rather drink a latte, a cappucino or a mocha?
Cappucino
14 - What does your ideal sandwich look like? Is this something you eat often?
No idea sandwich
15 - Do you wear a watch? Is it analogue/digital? Does it it have things like a step-counter in it?
No
16 - What did you wear the last time you left the house? Is this different to what you’re wearing now?
What I’m wearing now is what I wore when I went out.
17 - When was the last time you met someone for the first time?
It’s been ages ago it feels like.
18 - Do you have any gifts from Christmas that you still haven’t opened or used?
Nope
19 - Do you know how to tie a tie? If so, who taught you?
No
20 - Who was your last missed call from? Did you ring that person back?
No one
21 - When was the last time you had some kind of problem with your internet connection? Is this something that happens often?
The other day. It stopped briefly
22 - Do you have a favourite celebrity chef?
Nope
23 - Would you rather support a small business or buy from Amazon?
Small business for what I can and anything else get from Amazon
24 - Do you prefer pizza or pasta?
Both lol
25 - Do you use Instagram? How often do you update it and what kind of things do you tend to post on there?
Yes. All the time.
26 - Do you prefer diamonds or pearls?
Diamonds
27 - Have you ever volunteered anywhere before? What was the reason behind doing so?
Yes. A historical site.
28 - Do you donate to charity? Which charity (or charities) do you like to support and why?
Elton John’s Aids Foundation. I donate monthly.
29 - What else are you doing apart from this survey?
Working on my fanfic.
30 - And what are you going to do now that it’s over?
Finish up the survey. Possibly one more survey.
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Bills’ LeSean McCoy says child abuse allegations are ‘ridiculous’
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ORCHARD PARK, N.Y. — Buffalo Bills running back LeSean McCoy said allegations that he abused his six-year-old son were “ridiculous” and being made by people attempting to further their own agendas.
“These people honestly have so much to gain by doing this,” McCoy said after practice Wednesday. “But I’m not going to sit here and spend too much time even talking about it. It’s crazy. It’s ridiculous. Everything I do is for my little man, my son. And If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t be fighting for custody of my boy.”
McCoy’s comments came a day after he was called “a monster” by his son’s mother in a three-page document filed in Fulton County State Court in Georgia. Stephanie Maisonet said her son would often come home crying and with bruises after visiting McCoy, allegations he denied.
Maisonet also said in the court papers that she initially agreed to defend McCoy against allegations of abuse made by his ex-girlfriend in July even though she said she knew the accusations to be true. She said she reluctantly agreed to the deal only after McCoy offered to drop a custody case.
McCoy called Maisonet’s allegations “provably false, outrageously inaccurate and offensive” in a message he posted Tuesday on his Instagram and Twitter accounts.
On Wednesday, McCoy said he won’t let Maisonet’s comments affect him.
“In this world with social media, you could say what you want, the cameras and everybody will take it and run with it,” he said.
“I can’t control that. The only thing I can control is being a great dad,” McCoy added. “I love my son. Anybody that knows me or ever sees me around with my boy, they know what type of relationship we have.”
The running back’s off-field troubles spilled over into the Bills facility as Buffalo (0-2) prepared to play at Minnesota (1-0-1) on Sunday.
McCoy’s status is uncertain after he hurt his ribs in a 31-20 loss to the Los Angeles Chargers last weekend.
He said he is still experiencing pain after practicing on a limited basis while wearing a red noncontact jersey. The biggest issue is the pain he feels when he runs, as opposed to getting hit.
McCoy said he will likely know by Saturday whether he can play.
He is also trying not to let his legal issues become a distraction.
“It comes down to my faith,” McCoy said. “There’s tons of prayer. I’m tough. I’ve been through a lot of things.”
Maisonet’s comments were added to a lawsuit filed last month by McCoy’s ex-girlfriend Delicia Cordon. Cordon alleged McCoy failed to protect her after she was bloodied, beaten and had US$133,000 worth of jewelry stolen by an intruder at a home the running back owns in Milton, just outside Atlanta.
Cordon also said McCoy would “often brutally beat his dog,” and would “aggressively, physically discipline and beat his young son.”
Last week, McCoy’s lawyers asked a judge to throw out the lawsuit, saying there was no basis to hold him responsible for Cordon being hurt. They also argued the lawsuit was filled with unrelated false, salacious allegations that were meant to embarrass McCoy and cast him in a bad light.
The Bills continue to back McCoy as they have since Cordon first raised the issues of abuse following the home invasion , which occurred on July 10.
“I’ve been pleased with the way he’s handled himself since the start of training camp,” McDermott said. “And I look forward to having him on the field this week.”
The NFL did not immediately respond to a request for comment regarding the new allegations made against McCoy. Commissioner Roger Goodell has the power to place players on an exempt list, essentially suspending them indefinitely, even if no laws are broken.
“I’m aware of those things happening and we respect that,” McDermott said when asked of the possibility of the NFL stepping in. “Right now, from where we stand, nothing has changed from the way it was in training camp.”
McCoy has a custody hearing scheduled in November.
NOTES: DE Shaq Lawson did not practice because of a hamstring injury that prevented him from playing last weekend. … WR Kelvin Benjamin (hip) and CBs Phillip Gaines (dislocated right elbow) and Taron Johnson (shoulder) practised on a limited basis.
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