Page 196 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

I turned around and saw one of the stadium staff members coming toward me.

“Yes?”

“Mr. Maddox asked that you meet him on the field.”

I frowned.

“The field?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“For what?”

She smiled.

“I was just told to bring you down.”

I stared at her for a second.

“What the hell this man got going on now?”

Her smile got wider, but she didn’t say anything.

That made me even more suspicious.

“Aight.”

I followed her through the stadium and down toward the field. The whole time, I was trying to figure out what the hell Kyrie wanted.

His ass could’ve just met me afterward. Why did I need to come all the way down here?

When we finally came through the tunnel, I immediately started looking around.

Players were still scattered across the field. Some were talking, some had family around them, and a few were doing interviews.

Then, I saw Kyrie.

Still in his uniform. Still sweaty and smiling way too damn hard.

I stopped walking.

“Nawl.”

His smile got even bigger, and I pointed at him.

“Kyrie, what the fuck are you doing?”

A couple of his teammates started laughing.

“Come here, ma.”

“Why?”

“Damn, woman. Just come here.”

I slowly walked toward him, keeping my eyes on his ass the entire time. When I got close enough, Kyrie reached out and took my hand.

I looked down at it before looking back up at him.