Page 8 of Going for Three

“That nigga that’s going to steal your heart and alley oop that muthafucka.”

He leaned a little closer, and so did I.

“I’m that nigga that’s going to have you sitting courtside with a big ass rock on your finger.”

A chill ran down my spine when his lips brushed against my jawbone. I didn’t want to fall victim to his honeyed words that would inevitably become broken promises, but I was losing all control.

“I’m that nigga that’s going to have that pussy leaving a snail trail across his face.”

I released a shudder, knowing I should put space between us while also being powerless to do so.

“You’re crazy,” I confirmed.

He shrugged. “Just a little bit, but I know what the fuck I’m talking about too. You’re going to be mine, and it’ll be the best decision you ever make in your life.” His eyes fell to my lips. I just knew he was going to kiss me and nearly stopped breathing, but at the last second, he pulled away. “When that message comes through, don’t play with me. Have your ass where you supposed to be when you’re supposed to be there.”

With a declaration like that, there wasn’t much else I could say other than, “Okay.”

A satisfied grin appeared on his face. His eyes slowly combed down my frame, creating a typhoon of butterflies in the bottom of my stomach.

“I wanna kiss you so fucking bad, but I’m okay with a little delayed gratification. I can wait until our date because I’ma be kissing those lips…” His eyes fell below my waist before he licked his lips and continued. “And those lips, too, for the rest of my life.”

He stood in place admiring me for a minute longer then backed away to the door.

“Be where you’re supposed to be when you’re supposed to be there, Charm.”

I didn’t get a chance to respond before he left me all alone… hot… and bothered!

“Geesh!” I gushed before using my hand to fan myself. Of course, it did nothing to extinguish the fire burning inside of me. Only the arsonist who’d lit it in the first place could save me now, and he’d just left. If nothing else was clear to me from this impromptu encounter, I walked out of that closet knowing I was in big fucking trouble.

“You should absolutely go outwith him,” my mother, Courtney, called from the bathroom.

She was getting ready for a night out on the town and had to have every layer of her makeup perfect. I sat on the edge of my bed debating on what to do. True to his word, Kianis sent me a message, telling me to be ready for our date tonight.

After the way he’d popped up at my event, everyone was speculating about us. Of course, I had to give my mama and best friend the tea, but I was still on the fence. I’d done the ball player thing and didn’t fully believe he had my best intentions in mind. Being an attractive woman came with its own burdens, like being so beautiful, it was all people saw. I was convinced Kianis would be another man to get what he wanted and leave,or even worse, he would stick around just to treat me like shit because of his insecurities. I’d been through it all and was in no rush to relive any of the trauma.

My bestie Javari strutted into the room a minute later with two glasses filled with a green liquid, swishing from side to side. Aunusti was right on his heels carrying a glass of her own.

“This is good, Vari.” She complimented his mixing skills.

I accepted the glass he handed me at the same time my mother called out to them. “Tell her she has to go out with Kinga tonight.”

Aunusti took a seat at my vanity while Vari went to lounge on the beige chaise in the corner of my spacious bedroom.

“I agree. That’s a once in a lifetime opportunity right there. The blogs would eat it up.”

“Right. All press is good press,” my mama replied, agreeing with her quickly.

I rolled my eyes instantly, becoming annoyed with her way of thinking. She didn’t care what the media said about me, only that they were talking in the first place. It didn’t help that I never addressed anything either. There was a mysterious air to my dating life that really got the people going.

To some, I was a ho. To others, I was exploring my options while I was still young, and therefore, I was wiser than most. The only thing keeping me sane was the fact my personal life was also private. I allowed social media to see the things I wanted like my business ventures, friendships, and obsession with all things beauty and fashion, but they were not allowed into any other parts of my life. It was strict around these parts because I refused to be judged for every mistake.

“What do you want to do, Charm?” Vari asked, catching on to my silence.

That’s why he was my heart. Becoming attached at the hip from the tender age of eight years old was a blessing to my life.He was the only one to truly understand me. As we grew older, we began to bond over our love for dick. Vari saw me for the real me and cared nothing for what I looked like.

Aunusti was cool, but I met her a few years ago on a brand trip. As a fellow influencer, she was also known for fire photos and lived for the likes. She was willing to do anything for attention, and I quite literally mean anything. The scandals that smeared her name online were a mile long and continued to grow. The one thing we had in common was ourI don’t give a fuckattitude. We let people talk and continue to live our lives.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Don’t get me wrong. He’s fine as fuck, but Kianis Kinga? He’s literally always in the blogs for some woman shit. Didn’t that girl release one of those trendy tell-all documentaries on him the other week? I feel like I might be asking for trouble at this point.”

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