Me
Home. I came home and crashed. I’ll probably be in the bed for the rest of the night.
Niko
You good? It’s like 6pm. I know your ass is on a tight schedule and if you take a nap too late in the day, then it messes up the routine.
Me
I’m good. Just been staying up a lot more at night. This shit has me really fucked up.
Niko
Yeah, I know, bro. We got this shit tho’. As long as you don’t piss Amaya off again, this will all be behind us in no time.
Me
Yeah, man. I’m doin everything in my power to keep her happy.
As I sent that last text, I looked over at her peacefully sleeping. At least I could say that I was telling the truth, but if I were to give him my reasoning, he would cuss me the fuck out.
Niko
Aight, bet. Let me know if you change your mind. Later.
I put the phone down just as Amaya stirred herself awake. My dumbass quickly looked off into nothing so I wouldn’t be caught staring and felt stupid as fuck.
“Why are you still here?” she groaned and rolled her eyes.
“I told you like ten times, Darth I’m just making sure you’re good. You feelin’ better?”
“Muchbetter, thank you… asshole.” She softened for just a moment, even the “asshole” felt affectionate, then her face broke into a frown again. “But you gotta go. This ishighlyinappropriate.” I scowled, pouted even, but I knew she was right—I had no fucking business even being there. She was a grown ass woman and had undoubtedly survived headaches before. What the fuck was I even doing?
“You right. Let me get outta here. Is there anything else you need before I head out?” I asked as I sent a text to the driver to come get me.
“I’m fine, just gonna grab a snack and go to bed.”
“Here, I’ll grab it. What you want?” I asked. I could tell that she started to argue, then decided against it.
“Grapes and pineapple.”
“Bet,” I answered, hopping up to run to the kitchen. I made her a quick bowl of fruit and grabbed a water bottle before damn near sprinting back to the living room. The urge to serve her wasstronger than my self preservation as I damn near ended my career by crashing into a wall.
“You good?” she asked, giving me a funny look when I made it back to the couch.
“I’m fine. I just miscalculated a turn. I’m good,” I assured her as I sat next to her, handing her the bowl of fruit and watching her lips as she took the first bite.
“Thank you,” she said again, licking pineapple juice that dripped down her lip. I never wanted to be a pineapple more in my fucking life.
“Anytime,” I said back with a smile, only for disappointment to take over when I got the text from my driver letting me know that he was outside. “That’s my ride… I guess I’ll see you in a few days,” I said quietly, knowing that I would miss her every fucking second.
CHAPTER 9
DRAFT NIGHT
“Have a nice night,”the tall, thick, fine ass man I had been talking to said, tipping an imaginary hat before he quickly scurried away. I checked my breath and did a quick sweep of my face with my phone camera before standing there with an ugly, confused frown on my face. I couldn’t figure out what the fuck I was doing wrong.
The draft party we had been invited to was in full swing and the niggas wereout.It was more like an actual party at a mansion that happened to be on draft night. With TVs casually playing in the background, and an abundance of food and liquor, it was a really good time. Spending all my time around a fine ass, single, almost funny, annoying ass athlete was starting to get to me. I found myself fighting the urge to masturbate damn near every evening when I got in from work. I decided that it was high time that I ended my dry spell and found something to ride off into the night, so I was on the prowl.
