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He wrapped his hands around my waist and waited for me to continue.
“I don’t do casual sex, Marquise. Either we’re in this as a couple or we’re not,” I said.
Marquise kissed my cheek. “Erin, we have been in a relationship since the first game I met you. I meant what I said when I claimed you in the text message,” he said.
I blushed at his statement. “What are you saying?” I asked for clarity.
“You’re my woman and my first official girlfriend,” he said with confidence.
Marquise pulled his vibrating phone out of his pocket and answered a text from Malcolm. He angled the camera at us and snapped a picture.
“I’m about to post this on social media. I’m officially off the market,” he said, but I grabbed his phone.
“Wait, let’s slow down. Can we keep things private for now? I want the focus to be on you and the playoffs,” I said facing him.
I leaned against the vanity, but he stepped away. He moved my hand when I reached for his black button-down shirt.
“Why can’t I post the picture, Erin?” he questioned.
I jerked my head back, wondering why this was a big deal. Marquise’s social media was mainly basketballs and cars. He had never posted a woman before, including his sisters.
“I’m not saying you can’t post the picture. What I asked is for you to wait. Give us time,” I said and reached for him again.
Marquise wouldn’t allow me to touch him. Instead, he exited the bathroom, and I followed.
“Okay, what is happening here?” I questioned.
Marquise snatched his jacket from the back of the sectional without saying anything.
“Hello, do you not hear me talking to you?”
“Erin, let’s go before we are late,” he said and moved toward the door.
My eyes bounced around the room in search of what the hell was happening.
“Can you please tell me why your mood changed?” I asked.
Marquise opened the door and left me standing in his bedroom. I scoffed at his behavior and left in search of him, because none of this made sense to me. Everyone was gathered in the living room, waiting to leave, but I didn’t care.
“Marquise, are you serious? What is wrong with you?” I questioned.
“Erin, I’m not in the mood. Can we please leave?” he said, and I folded my arms in protest.
“Y’all good?” Malcolm asked, as he waved his hands between me and his brother.
“I’m trying to figure out why you would agree to be my woman, but we can’t tell anybody. What woman doesn’t want to be on her man’s social media? Something you need to tell me, Erin?” Marquise said.
I threw my hands in the air at his comment.
“Because I asked you to wait until we are established,” I hit back.
“Erin, what the hell do you think we’ve been doing for the last three months? Do you know how much pussy I turned away for this? Nothing is good enough for you, not even me,” he said.
I saw red as I glared into his eyes. “You know what, don’t let me stop you. Have all the pussy you want. None of those bitches stopped for a second to give a fuck about you. Poke your dick into every hole you can,” I said.
“Bro, you’re out of line,” Malcolm said.
“You worry about your perfect ass woman. She doesn’t have any problem announcing your relationship. All I do is protecty’all and I don’t get shit in return, including support,” Marquise said and walked out the door.
