“It means I can catch up on some sleep and work more shifts,” I countered.
“Damn, where do I fit in?” He frowned.
“Where you get in.” I smirked.
“You got me fucked up, Tink,” he responded, making his way into the bathroom with me.
I watched him as he went to the toilet and used it like I wasn’t standing here.
“You couldn’t wait until I finished?” I squinted at him.
He looked over at me and smirked before responding.
“Tink you’ve seen my dick and tasted it, the fuck I gotta wait for?” He grinned.
“Fucking asshole,” I mumbled.
After I finished, he came behind me and washed his hands before gripping my waist and kissing my neck.
“My mama asked about you today?” I blurted.
He stalled his movements and stared at me through the mirror.
“Why would you say that now?”
I laughed because he looked real disgusted.
“I just thought about it. She mentioned seeing all the pictures and stuff online and wanted to meet you.” I shrugged.
“Aight. We can go before the game Sunday,” he expressed, continuing his assault on my neck.
“That’s it?” I asked.
“What you want me to say, Tink?” He questioned. “It’s your mama. I’m cool with meeting her.” He kissed me.
“You said we.”
“Yeah, I want you to come to the next home game, so yeah… we,” he clarified.
I moved out of his grasp and headed to the shower so I could turn it on.
“Oh, some bitch named Keanna approached me today and said she wanted to be a part of your roster. She said she didn’t mind sharing since she knew you were into that kind of thing,” I spat. The shit still pissed me off, and I didn’t know why.
“Shit, how she look?” He smirked.
“Ni—” I started, but he cut me off.
“Chill, Tink,” he laughed. “I’m playing. Fuck that hoe.”
I rolled my eyes and turned my back. I felt him come behind me and I tried to shrug him off.
“You mad?” He asked as he kissed my cheek.
“No, now move,” I snapped.
He moved and let me get in the shower. What I didn’t expect him to do was join me.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
