Page 37 of Hood Legacy

I went to the bathroom, checked my makeup, fixed my hair, and quickly washed myself. After I was done, I stepped out of the bathroom to see him on his phone, looking good as hell in his suit, and my pussy started throbbing again. I kissed my teeth in slight annoyance, making Aceyn look up at me with a confused expression.

“Don’t ask,” I said, shaking my head. “It's only going to make your ego bigger, and we don’t have time.” I grabbed my purse and phone from the dresser and faced him. “You ready?”

“Your pussy wet again, ain’t it?” he asked as he stood. He looked me up and down, licked his lips, then sexily smiled at me. “Yeah, she wet; I can tell from the way you are standing.” He stepped into my space and wrapped his hand around my throat. “Easy or hard way, Point Guard.”

His doorbell rang, and I smiled at the annoyed look on his face.

“We have to go, Aceyn,” I said as I stepped back. His hand trailed from my throat to the deep cut of my dress before he took my hand, interlaced our fingers, and led me out of the room.

* * *

“Have you ever been to one of these?” Aceyn asked, and I nodded. “Legit?” We were at the W’s yearly dinner hosted by the development team. Players, coaches, managers, and owners were here to network and build relationships. Since the league was still small, with less than twenty-five teams, it felt more like a big party than a business dinner.

“When I first signed to The Mares, I came,” I answered as I looked around the ballroom. “I hated it.”

“Why?” he questioned, and I smirked at him because I knew he knew the answer. “Was it before or after you started getting the flowers?”

“Before,” I answered. “But to answer your question, I hated it because I was bored. I sat at my table with the owner and a few people behind the scenes and listened to them talk shop the entire time. The W is a business; I know that and understand it, but for years, people haven’t given players the time of day, and that’s because of marketing. No one, and I mean no one, is selling the appeal of who and what we are.”

“Which is?” he asked, and I could tell he was asking to learn and not being a smart ass.

“A movement,” I answered, and he smiled.

“I’m glad you fucking know,” he replied. “Because that’s what you are. The Queens are a movement, and so are you. Before you even put on a jersey, you are Legacy Glover. People have watched you dominate for years, and you never got the proper recognition, but that’s cool because I know Pyrite’s intentions regarding what he’s building and the people around him.”

“Hype up your friend,” I said, laughing softly.

“Not only that, but I’m going to hype up my woman, too.” He leaned over to hiss me. When he pulled back, I smiled and wiped my lipstick from his bottom lip. “You fine as fuck.”

“You’ve told me already today,” I replied with a nod. “But, thank you again.”

“My pleasure.” He licked his lips, sat back in his seat, and looked at me.

“Y’all are cute,” Mercy said, coming to our table. I turned my attention from Aceyn to watch Givens help her into her seat before taking his own. “Y’all even dressed alike.”

“We are in black,” I laughed, and Mercy playfully shrugged. “What took you so long to get here?”

“They were fucking, baby,” Aceyn answered with a laugh when Mercy and Givens exchanged a look but didn’t say anything. I turned to look at him, and he smiled. Then, he picked up his water and drank it. “I’m not lying.”

“You don’t know that,” I said, shaking my head. I turned back to Mercy, who had a guilty expression and knew Aceyn wasn’t wrong. “You were late–”

“He counted down from ten, Legacy,” Mercy interjected, and I shut the fuck up because I knew how much my friend loved to dominate in the bedroom. It wasn’t until Givens had flipped the script and only allowed her to orgasm once his countdown was complete that she fully experienced sex the way it was supposed to be had, which was mind-blowing and equally pleasurable. She often mentioned that Givens usually started with five and took his time pleasing her; if he started at ten, she was satisfied and more than likely wanted more.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Aceyn asked, looking between the two of us. “Huh?”

“Leave it alone, Aceyn,” I said, shaking my head. I wouldn’t share my friend’s sexual relationship details with him. If Mercy or Givens wanted him to know, it was their business. He opened his mouth, and I shook my head. “Baby, leave it alone.”

He gave me a singular nod, licked his lips, and watched me before turning his attention to someone calling his name.

“I need to go to the bathroom; you want to come with me?” Mercy asked, and I nodded.

I put my hand on Aceyn’s to get his attention, then leaned over and whispered into his ear, “I’m going with Mercy; I’ll be back.” He got up from his seat, helped me, kissed my forehead, and we walked away.

“I like y’all together,” Mercy said as we walked into the bathroom. “You look happy.”

“Because I am,” I said, and she nodded. Mercy went into a stall while I stood at the sink. After she was done, she came out and washed her hands. “I’m a little nervous, but I’m happy.”

“Why are you nervous?” she asked as we stepped aside and allowed a few players that we knew to go to the sink. “Hood is a good guy.” I shrugged, not trusting that my words wouldn’t sound sappy. “I think I know what it is.”

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