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“We can handle anything that comes our way, Wayne,” I assure him.
“Are you sure you’re ready to have people in our business, Les?”
“I’m not going to pay attention to anything but you and me. We’re all that matters in this relationship.”
“Alright. We will take this slow. I have to go back to isolation camp in a couple of days, but I want you at the Los Angeles game next week. It’s local, so ride with your sister. I'll see you after the game, and we’ll ride home together.” Wayne looks like he has given this plan thought and consideration.
I climb into his lap and drop a kiss on his lips. “I would like that, Wayne.”
Chapter Thirteen
WAYNE
Mr. Richards?
I pull up and park. The streets are bustling with activity, vendors are preparing to sell out, and fans are filing into the stadium.
"Coach wants the team to suit up and meet him on the field," Alec announces as soon as I make it to my locker.
I wonder what could be happening to break our pre-game tradition with huddling on the field instead of the locker room. "We have a few hours before it's time to be out there. Did he say what we were meeting for?"
Alec shakes his head and shrugs. "Nope, just said to bring our asses, so I'm bringing my ass," he responds and walks to the door. "I suggest you hustle up and bring yours too, Mr. Star QB."
"Okay, Mr. Star Wide Receiver," I toss back, then drop my bag onto the bench and quickly dress.
Rich walks up to me with a smirk. "You’re running a little late today. You ready to go, man?”
“Even when I’m late, I’m on time,” I retort. “Let me throw on my cleats, and I’ll be ready to head to the field. Do you know what coach wants us out there for?”
Jeremiah throws a towel around his neck and answers for Rich, “I saw Keith Langley walk by with a banging sistah holding a camera a few minutes ago. So, I’m guessing you all are going to take pre-game pictures. Meanwhile, I’ll be flexing my muscles for the camera girl.”
“A banging sistah holding a camera?” I repeat as if that’s the only thing I heard him say.
“Yeah, and she’s fine-fine, so hurry up. I’m trying to find out who she is.” Jeremiah runs his tongue over his lips and rubs his hands together before letting out a maniacal chuckle.
“Not every girl wants you, man,” I tell him as I tie my cleats.
“Never be afraid to fail; be afraid to not try or something like that,” Rich states.
Jeremiah clasps a hand down onto Rich’s shoulder. “My man, sometimes those Kobe quotes hit at the right moment because I’m definitely afraid not to try to get with her. Did you see those jeans carrying that ass?”
Rich laughs. “No, but you damn sure have me feeling the urgency to get out there to check those jeans out. Wayne, you’re taking too long,” he jests.
Jeremiah strolls toward the door and leaves, saying, “Damn right. One of the other guys will have her locked down by the time we get there, moving as slow as Christmas. Catch up with y’all later.”
“That’s our star receiver, always trying to receive a new woman’s love,” Rich says.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure he’s not looking for love.” I place my bag in my locker and push what I’m thinking out of my mind. I left Leslie at home in bed, so I have nothing to worry about. Besides, she wouldn’t surprise me like this. We have plans to meet up after the game. She would have told me if she had a photography gig with the teambeforethe game.Of course, she would have.Confident it’s not my woman with Keith Langley, I say, “Let’s get this over with.”
We meet up with the rest of the team on the sideline, and Coach explains what Langley has planned. The confidence I talked myself into having in the locker room disappears when Irealize it is indeedmy “banging sistah”on the sideline with her gorgeous smile on display.
She’s talking to Washington Saints’ owner, Keith Langley, and he says something she finds hilarious. She clutches his arm as she bows over in laughter. Then, she turns her attention to her camera and starts fiddling, her tell when she doesn’t know what to say next.
I’m trying my best not to lose it because Langley has my girl speechless. The flirtatious way she’s interacting with him has me about to blow. It doesn’t help that Rich blurts out, “Jeremiah is right. The girl with Langley is level ten hot.”
“Bro, this is Sports Mogul Keith Langley we’re talking about. He only gets with the best women,” Jeremiah agrees.
I look over my shoulder, and they're focused on Leslie. Langley leaves her side, so the guys take that as their cue to drool over her.
