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She thanked me for it, while walking over, and her arms went back around my neck. She was looking me in my eyes as if she wanted to say something but was probably too afraid of saying it.
“What?” I asked her.
“I just don’t want you to hurt me,” her voice cracked when she said that. I understood her fears, so I couldn’t even get mad at her for questioning this.
My hands went for her ass, squeezing it, and pulling her closer to me. I kissed her on her lips, while looking down at her.
“I’m not going to hurt you. I put too much effort in to get you, so the last thing that I’m going to do is break your heart. You gotta understand the kind of nigga that I am, Dionne. To you, it may be small shit, but people don’t know where I live. I can count on one hand the number of people that know whereI lay my head. I don’t take women to meet my mama. That part of my life is sacred. My car is my baby. All the things that I love, and I take pride in, I easily let you into those things without questioning it because it was almost natural for me to do. I’m so locked in, that I almost just fucked you without the rubber,” I explained, and when she laughed, a tear fell from her eye, in which I took one hand off her ass, so that I could wipe it away.
“Talk to me. What’s your feelings for me?” I wanted to know.
“I like you. I like you a lot. That’s why I’m so emotional today because I just don’t want to get hurt,” she explained.
“I’m just going to allow my actions to do all the talking, aight?” I asked her, and with a smile, she nodded.
We kissed for about two minutes, and then I backed up, so that she could get in the car. I opened the door for her, assisted her with getting in, and she kissed me one last time before starting the car, and pulling off.
With my hands in my sweatpants pockets, I watched her as she made it out of the driveway, down the block, and then to the point where I couldn’t see her anymore.
I swear to God I could have done a back flip in this garage. I finally got the woman that I had been wanting for months, and you couldn’t tell me shit about it.
9:41 P.M.
Football game
“What the fuck is this nigga doing? Why isn’t he running the fuckin ball?” I screamed in the suite, where the rest of my family was, standing by the glass, watching the field, trying to piece together what the fuck Rico had going on tonight.
His dad was standing right next to me, and he was fired up, just as I was. It was third quarter, and we were playing Bama tonight. We were down 21- 7. Rico hadn’t ran that fuckin ball yet, and I’ve been watching him play long enough to know that he could have been scored at least one touchdown by now.
“I don’t know why the fuck he playing like that. Fuck is going on?” my uncle Roy asked, just as pissed off as I was. Every time Rico got the ball, Bama wasn’t giving him a chance to run it because they were swallowing his ass up on that field.
“That nigga too fast to keep getting stopped like that,” I stated, walking away from the window, so that I could go in the back of the room, and fix me another plate.
My eyes danced around the room, and they landed on Dionne, who was in her own little world. She was sitting with my cousin Seren, my auntie Shawn, and the other women that were in the family. Dionne fit right in with them, in which I knew she would. Dionne didn’t know shit about football, so on the way over here, I was trying to explain little shit to her, that I could tell was only going in one ear, and out the other. She told me that she’s been to games before, but she still didn’t understand how football worked.
I went to the back of the room, filling my plate with meatballs, hamburger sliders, and a slice of pizza. Once I had everything on my plate, I walked over to where Dionne was, standing behind the chair that she was sitting in, and she turned her head, so that she could look back at me.
“You good?” I asked her, and she smiled, letting me know that she was fine.
“We got her. Gone on,” my auntie Shawn responded.
“Shit, I’m just trying to make sure my lady good. That’s all,” I let her know.
The game eventually came to an end, and we lost. As much as I wanted to get in Rico’s ass about what just happened, I had to accept that all players had their good, and their bad games. From what I saw, the nigga tried his best, but Bama just tried harder. I wasn’t going to get on him once I saw him because I’m sure that he was already feeling down about the loss.
We’d piled out of the suite that we were in, so that we could meet him out back. I was walking in the back of the women, while they were in front of us.
“Dionne,” I called out for her, and she turned around, looking for me, and once her eyes landed, she smiled, and walked over.
I fucked with the outfit that she had on tonight. She had on a pair of light blue, denim shorts, and the shorts were tight, and short on her, showing off her long, slender, but firm thighs, and legs. She wore a white thank top, with a green, and white bomber jacket. Beige, Givenchy shark boots were on her feet, which really made her look a 10/10 look. She wore make-up, that she did herself, and it was applied so fuckin beautifully. Her hair, that she’d gotten done was in a middle part, with bouncy curls. Because of the way she had the arm of the left side of the jacket rolled up a little bit, you could see her pricey bracelet stack that she was rocking, and once she was closer to me, I got a whiff of her perfume, that smelled good, just like it always did.
“I had so much fun, Tank. I want to come to football games all the time,” her bougie ass told me, making me laugh.
“What was the score, bae?” I asked because I knew damn well her ass didn’t know.
“I don’t know. I know they lost, but it was still fun. I gotta use the restroom,” she let me know.
“Aight, go ahead. Ima wait out here for you,” I stated, and before she walked off, she kissed me on the lips, and I stood out, waiting for her to handle her business.
