Fuck, I know in Mexico I was whining about not having interesting stories, but Aldridge was off limits, sacred ground. But if I didn’t acquiesce, Anika would keep bringing him up. “Aldridge’s penis is still perfect.”
Anika gasped. “Did you put in your mouth?”
“No.”
“Did you wanna put it in your mouth?”
“I plead the fifth.”
“So are you guys back together?”
“No, it’s not that. I honestly don’t know what we’re doing.”
“Ask him or better yet, tell him. Tell him you made a mistake and that he’s your man again. Then suck the meat off his bone to seal the deal. A good dick sucking is like a promise ring, only wetter with a fifty-fifty chance you get a little something in your eye.”
“What if that’s not what I want?”
“To be with Aldi?”
“I mean I don’t know.”
“Well, you better get to figuring it out because he’s going to come back from being on the road with an erection and a dream. Do it for the culture.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“There are millions of women who would love to fuck an athlete. Shit there’s probably a couple thousand that want to fuckyourathlete. So do this for the women all across the country who will never know the thrill of having a man in peak physical condition fuck her until her walls collapse. And I know Aldridge can fuck because when you two were together, you did not play about that man. When them college girls would try to holler at him you got real froggy.”
“Because he was my man. Play dominos, bitch, play in traffic but don’t play with me or mine.” Back in college a lot of women ignored the fact that Aldridge was taken. He always shut themdown immediately, letting them know he had a girlfriend but some of the remedial bitches needed an additional reminder.
“You’re awfully heated about a man you claim to no longer want.”
“It’s the principle of the thing.”
“Send him a nude pic.”
“What?”
“Send Aldridge a picture of your wet pussy. Let him know you’re about that life and you’re calling dibs.”
“Why would I need to call dibs?”
“Because he’s a basketball player on the road. During the game he’s throwing the ball and at night pussy is being thrown at him.”
“You give the worst advice.”
“Do what you want, but Aldridge isn’t going to stay single for long.” Anika stood, took several of my pens and headed down the hall to her office.
Normally I listened to my sister’s advice and did the opposite. Her life choices were not ones I wanted to necessarily emulate. Of course I was attracted to Aldridge, time was never going to change that and seeing him again it was inevitable I’d be conflicted. But I ended our relationship for a reason. Nothing had changed, he was still a basketball player in high demand. I noticed the way women looked at him when he entered a room or walked past them. Why would I open myself up to that type of drama?
However, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit the possibility of seeing him with one of those other women would piss me off. Yes, he was my ex, but I still felt connected to him and a tad bit possessive. Did I have a right to feel this way? No. When he wasn’t in my city, the chance of me seeing him with a beautiful woman on his arm was slim to none. Vegas, however, was a small big city in which you could connect anyone by sevendegrees of separation. The thought of Aldridge dating, fucking, or falling in love with someone else was enough to make me crash out.
Grabbing my phone, I typed a quick text message.
Danessa: I’m calling dibs.
Aldridge: What?
Danessa: DIBS!
