A Face in the crowd Contest results!!

The results to the contest are in and we are pleased to annouce the winner!!

We had some fantastic entries and thank you all for taking part. So on to the winner!!

In 1st place- Karaoke Night by ladauphine- Congratulations bb!! It was a fantastic O/S.

In 2nd place - Thank you in advance by MrzJasperHale4ever- well done sweetie- another great entry.

In 3rd place- Knowing the one by Forsaken1shadow.

Congrats again to ladauphine who will now become an official Dirtycheekymonkey and have the right to post her work alongside ours under the DCM name and be featured on our blog.

Thanks again for taking part and look out for our next contest, coming soon!

Chapter Five Teaser

EPOV

The adrenaline is pumping through my veins after the confrontation with Black and with the prospect of the game ahead. I don’t know if there is any better feeling in the God damn world then this.

Once the all the crap and handshakes are done and whistle is blown I am someone else. I am focussed. I’m a God damn animal and I want my ball.

Black is a fucking defender and a fucking left back at that. This means he is lining right up against me as I’m playing on the right wing today and linking up with Rooney and Berba at top as well.

Black smirks at me from his position on the field and I smirk right back at the cocky mother fucker. He has no bloody idea who he’s messing with. On and off the field.

Chapter Two Teaser

Hello Lovelies. Here is a teaser for Chapter 2 that should be posted on Friday.

EPOV

"Sorry, Victoria. I have to go," I tell her abruptly.

"You're just going to leave me here?!" she yells. "Fuck you, Edward! Why the fuck don't you want me? Do you have any idea how much I want you?" She's fucking crying but I have nothing to say to her so I tell her I'm sorry before heading the hell out of there and going in search of a taxi which I quickly find.

I decide to head straight to the party. Getting wasted seems like a good bloody way to drown my sorrows. I look down at my dick and tell him how it's just not fucking on to let me down like that. There is no 'I' in team.

I wake up the next morning and I'm overwhelmed with the urge to just fucking die. My head hurts, my stomach hurts, my ass hurts...wait! What?

My ass hurts?

Before I can run off and take a shower while the Crying Game plays in the background I realize it's not in the area that would lead to me in a fucking straight jacket.

It is sore though. My ass cheek that is. I reach down with my hand and feel some kind of large plaster or bandage thing.

I leap out of bed and walk over to the mirror and peel it away and what I see will haunt me forever.


BPOV

The next morning, I awake early, eating some breakfast while reviewing the slew of emails that came in during the night.

"Oh, my, Edward. You were a busy boy last night," I state. I'm not in too much of a shock, just wondering how he thinks that he is going to get out of this particular situation.

Shaking my head at the last email that was time stamped ten minutes ago, I decide to get ready for the day. My first day in the office. My first official day as Edward's agent and probably one of the longest days of my life.

Wearing my dark navy bow-laced backed pencil skirt, light blue oxford tailored shirt, I slip on my navy gloss platform pumps and complete with my cream leather jacket.

I pack-up my briefcase, laptop and Edward's folder. Before leaving, I grab my cell and call Felix to see where is the better place for me to be.

"Bloody hell! He did what?" Felix yells into the phone.

Chapter One Teaser

EPOV

I recognise the back of one of them as being that of my agent Felix Banner and the other was a woman with a lovely shade of mahogany brown hair that fell to her shoulders.

“Ah, Carlisle, Edward, thank you for joining us so promptly,” he greets and the other two turned realizing we were now in the room.

“Felix,” I nod.

“Edward, nice to see you today, I know it wasn’t expected.”

“Um, no it wasn’t,” I agree as my eyes wandered to the woman next to him who was now standing.

“Hi, I’m Isabella Swan,” she introduces herself.

I was mesmerized.

I don’t think I have ever seen anything so fucking gorgeous in my life.

Her hair was straight in style and she had a fashionable fringe that framed her huge ass doe eyes that were an enticing shade of chocolate brown.

I couldn’t help it when my gaze lowered and passed over her perfectly shaped breasts that looked to be at least a good handful from where I was standing.

They took in her small waist and rounded hips and slender legs and feet clad in those crazy high heels women like to parade around in.

Isabella Swan was a fucking knock out.

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BPOV Teaser

Edward Masen. I know who he is. Being in this industry, you keep up with what is going on overseas, especially with someone as talented as Edward. I never really watched any of his matches, but saw the numbers that he produces.

"He's got a bit of a temper to him as well. Brace yourself," Felix suggest.

I nod and open the folder to review his stats. Inside there is the normal paperwork, appearances, goals, PFA Young Player of the Year. The list goes on and on. Unfortunately, there is a second page with nothing but shit from the press. Arrests, bar fights, and women.

I glance to the left and see his team picture. There dressed in red is Edward. Wow.

"Impressive, but yes, his personal focus needs improvement," I state quickly.

I continue to look over his information, but somehow manage to only stare at his picture. I can see why he has an issue with women. The man is sexy as fuck; a face carved from marble, piercing green eyes, moppy metallic brown hair with a smirk instead of a true smile, letting you know instantly that he is a cocky mother fucker.

I sigh and steel my resolve. No matter how good looking, he is going to be an asshole. Look at that smirk, how could he not be an asshole.