“Tolerable… Nigga, you justbeggedme for a chance. Keep playing with me,” I warned, pointing a finger at him.
“You got it, baby… I can still eat it, right?”
“Oral sex issex, Chase!” I laughed, pushing his head away.
“Fine, but this is okay?” he gently pushed me down to my back and kissed me slow and deep. The taste of his mouth mixed in with the fruit he swore he didn’t like was giving me the best sugar rush.
“This? This is okay, I guess,” I answered between slow, languid kisses that made my panties wetter by the second. I knew we were pushing it, based off what we agreed on, but after I told him no, he never even tried again… even when I secretly wanted him to because I would have folded like a tv tray. He just held me, squeezed me, and kissed me while we talked until we fell asleep in the earliest hours of the morning.
CHAPTER 14
THAT NIGGA
SuperStar Turned Suspect, Chase Andrews on the Stand Today:
@ShaySpillstheTea
Chase Andrews is set to take the stand to defend himself in his DV case with his ex, Chanel King. So, I guess the pair is… not reconciling?
I was fucked up.
I didn’t know what was going on with my body, but I was lightheaded and my feet felt like they weighed a ton apiece.
“I—I can’t fucking do this,” I whispered.
“What you mean?” Niko asked, putting his hand on my shoulder.
“I can’t go,” I choked out. “I can’t testify.”
“What’s good? Talk to me, man.”
“I can’t take the stand… Remember what you said? About getting me out if I didn’t want to do this shit? Can you get me out?”
“Chase,” he said softly, “Youknowthat ain’t what I meant.”
“Well find a way to mean that nigga,” I said, gripping his shoulders, almost maniacally. “Find a way to make this go away, I can’t do it.”
“My nigga, are you… nervous?” Niko asked me with a raised brow.
“Yes!” I damn near screamed in his face. I didn’t get nervous—hadn’t since my rookie year. I felt like with proper preparation, I could handle anything, so the fact that my palms were sweating and the room was closing in on me had me feeling like I was about to meet my maker.
“But you've literally played in the Super Bowl… Twice!” Jonathan blurted. I looked at him like he was dumb as hell.
“This is my fuckin’ life! Not a game! What the fuck is wrong with you?” I was glad that Jonathan had apparently seen the worst of me, because every time I snapped at him and felt that I took it too far, he just shrugged it off and tried again. The doorbell rang and he ran off to open it, letting Amaya and Jocelyn into the already awkward space. They looked around at us and immediately clocked the tension.
“Why y’all standing around looking like somebody just pooted?” Amaya asked, frowning like she could smell the alleged fart. That was enough to get a tiny chuckle out of me, but that was only a pebble compared to the wall of nerves I was trapped behind.
“He’s nervous about testifying today,” Jonathan said, immediately backing out of the room when I shot him a death glare.
“Nervous?” Amaya frowned. “You remember everything we went over, right?” Her voice was softer, and the look in her eyes just made me want to carry her to my bedroom and lay up under her all day.
“I do… I just—I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me right now.” My head hung in shame at how pathetic I sounded, but she just stared at me for a moment before speaking again.
“Ya’ll, give us like thirty. I’m gonna just run down the basic questions with him again and get him warmed up.” Everyone nodded in agreement, and she led the way back to my office. I knew I was going through it when I didn’t even watch her assmove in that dress… I mean, I snuck a glance or two, but I didn’t watch it the whole time like I usually would have.
“What’s going on?” she asked as she closed the door.
“I don’t know,” I sighed, plopping down in my desk chair. I had already ditched the suit jacket and untied my tie. The shirt was about to be next because I couldn’t breathe in all those fuckin’ clothes.
