“You got more accounts than this?” I asked with a suspicious brow raised. I had been joking about his ass being cheap—whole time he could have bought me anything I wanted. I kinda felt bad.
“Now you being nosy.”
“I should have charged you more when I was representing you!” I hissed.
“Shut up,” he huffed, rolling his eyes like he did every time I mentioned that he had to pay me before he could have me. “Also, send me your mortgage and car payoffs. I been putting extra money on it, but I know I get busy when the season starts, so I wanna get it paid off ahead of time.”
“I’m bout to have to learn some new tricks, ain’t I? I think I can still do a handstand,” I gushed as I stood there trying to calculate if there wasanyway that I could suck dick while also riding it at the same time.
He laughed and pulled me in for a kiss. I gripped his shirt and pulled him in closer, closing the door behind us so security couldn’t see us christening our new toy.
CHAPTER 27
WAG
Flyers on the Rise:
After a crushing playoff end to an amazing season last year, the L.A. Flyers seem to be back and better than ever, judging by their training camp performances. Today marks their last day of camp, and the fans are flocking to get a peek at the squad.
“Where the hell you been?”Joce eyed me suspiciously as I tipped my way back up the bleachers and rejoined them in my seat. I side-eyed her loud ass because I was attempting to be inconspicuous before she blew my cover.
“Girl,” Mani said, sucking her teeth. “You knowexactlywhere she's been!”
“I didnotfuck that man,” I mumbled, trying my best not to smile as I got settled in, taking a sip of my margarita that we snuck past security in our Flyers tumblers. I wasn't lying. I got a text from Chase, telling me to meet him in some back office, but I did not have sexual intercourse with that man. Did I give him a bunch of nasty kisses, let him suck on a nipple, and then end up getting fingered on some intern's desk? I mean… Yeah, but I hadn't seen my man in two weeks, and we made sure that we thoroughly cleaned up behind ourselves and sanitized everything.
My phone rang, and I quickly picked it up, realizing that I never called Mona back from our conversation that morning.
“Hey girl, my bad about earlier. I been running all day!” I said, picking up her video call.
“Well, well, well… if it ain't my favorite WAG!” she teased.
“Girl, fuck you! Don't ever call me that again!” I hollered, covering my mouth to conceal my laughter.
“I don’t know, boo. You lookin’ a lil’ WAG-ish to me!” she taunted. She wasn’t wrong. I was sporting yet another Flyers t-shirt, but it was for a good reason! Today was the last open practice, so people filed in from all over the city to get a peek at the team. Chase wasn’t home, so I flew in that morning and linked up with Joce and Mani to head to the stadium. Joce had already given me the run down on her first impressions of the other ladies, so we made sure to sit in a different section, closer to the field.
“I’m about to hang up.”
“No, wait, wait! I gotta show you somethingggggg!” she sang into the phone as she shuffled around clumsily. Then all I could see was a mass of curly brown hair covering up the camera.
“Girl, what am I looking at? You got a new wig?” I didn’t have the heart to tell her that it was giving “hard wig, soft life,” but she already had the soft life down, so she’d be okay.
“Nooo,” she laughed and panned the camera back, revealing the cutest brown puppy.
“Oh my Godddd!” I squealed.
“I just wanted you to meet your nephew, Pancake Tahvonte’ Reynolds-Davidson,” she beamed with the biggest smile on her face.
“He’s so cute! Hi nephew! Hold up!” I cackled. “Why is your dog a YN?”
“Shut up!” Mona laughed. “Tah thought he needed something Black… said Pancake was too soft.”
“Girl, these niggas,” I laughed hard as hell. We wrapped up our conversation just as the festivities started.
“Amaya, would it be better if I called this girl a baldheadedhoe, or tell her that she needs to focus on her last three hair follicles before she comments on someone else’s body?” Mani asked, pursing her lips as she looked at her phone.
“Girl, neither!” I laughed hard as hell. Somehow, I had ended up being recruited as her official consultant since she already had an agent assigned by her label. Why she chose me—like I wasn’t just as off my rocker as she was—was a mystery to me, but I took my duties seriously. I had been brushing up on my entertainment law and had already managed to help her maneuver her way out of some bogus deals they tried to blindside her with.
“But she said my booty was fake,” she whined. I would never for the life of me understand why someone who clearly had their own issues to deal with, would pick an online fight with a celebrity with millions of people who would gladly light their ass up in their honor. I guess attention was a hell of a drug.
