Page 84 of Full Court Press

“Damn, brodie. Ana doing it big for you like this?” Isaiah asked as they walked further into the suite.

“I don’t know. Shit, I’d be surprised if her ass bought me a piece of fucking gum.”

“Then what you doing with her then? I told you years ago not to fuck with her knowing your situation. I just want to see how you gon’ get out this shit with her when wifey finally come back for ya ass.”

He knows about me?

Isaiah whistled. “She got you Les Gianni and Infinity Beyond? Oh, she must know wifey about to come through like a hurricane and wreck shit.” He chuckled.

Khalil looked around the room before a slow smile crept up on his face. “This ain’t Anais, bruh.”

Isaiah looked over at him. “Hol’ up. This is Piper’s doing?”

I stepped into the light and leaned against the doorjamb. “Guilty,” I replied, taking a sip of champagne with my eyes locked on Khalil.

Isaiah walked over and extended his palm to me. “It’s cool to finally meet you, Piper. I’m Isaiah. But I’m sure you already knew that.”

I tittered. “Yes. It’s nice to meet you officially as well. My bonus dad is a huge fan of the Vipers. You and your buddy specifically,” I said, nodding toward Khalil.

“I’m sure since we’ll be seeing more of you, we’ll be seeing him as well.”

“I’m counting on it.” I smiled, looking over at Khalil, who had been silent.

His eyes lowered and scanned me from head to toe. When he licked those terrorizing lips, my underwear flooded, and I knew I’d be getting the attention I craved from him tonight.

“So, yeah, if I could get that bag from you, bruh, I’ll be out of here⁠—”

“Right.” Khalil snapped out of his daze and moved to the front closet, picked up a gym bag, and handed it to Isaiah.

“I’ll see you Wednesday, my guy,” Isaiah said to him. They made some funny handshake, he bid us a good night, then left as quickly as he’d come. Khalil’s eyes came back to me as I walked further inside the room. I picked up my phone from the table and tapped around on it for a second before the music came alive, playing our list of slow jams.

I grabbed his champagne flute and handed it to him. “Is this hard enough?”

He looked around the room before rubbing his hand down his waves.

“Fuck! Bring your ass here.” He put his arm around my waist and snatched me to him, throwing his tongue down my throat.

My tensed body instantly relaxed. Tears gathered in my eyes before they spilled down my cheeks, and I let out a soft whimper. His large hands traveled to my ass, gripped it, and our kiss turned almost animalistic. He lifted me, walked me over to the kitchen counter, and set me down on it.

He pulled away and pressed his forehead to mine.

“You ain’t have to do all of this. Just you showing up would have earned you points on the package.” He chuckled lightly, then lifted his head to look into my eyes.

“I wanted to do it. I know it won’t erase what happened, but since you had given me so much, I wanted to return the favor.”

He cleared my tears with his thumbs while staring at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Even more beautiful than you were before.”

I grabbed his wrist and kissed his palm. “So does this mean you’re not mad at me anymore?”

He smirked. “Nah, I’m still pissed at you, but I see what you’re doing. So I’m getting to that point of forgiveness.”

My shoulders dropped, and my head lowered. “I don’t want you to be mad at me anymore, Khalil. What do I have to do for you to forgive me and leave her ass alone?”

“Just let me look at my gifts; then we can talk about it. But first, let me check in with Kiy.”

“My daughter doesn’t even like that bitch,” I said, rolling my eyes and getting down from the counter.

He chuckled. “Your daughter, huh?”