Page 43 of Love's Instant Replay
“You'd better stop playing with me, Ms. Ky. My vision for five years will have you pushing a double stroller with a mean waddle from the next set of Evans forthcoming.”
Giggles escape my mouth at the deadpan and cocky expression shining in Kaeden’s eyes, letting me know that I'd better stop while I’m ahead.
“Dang. Five years and four kids is diabolical and kind of reckless, don’t you think?”
“Hell nah. I have enough money to build a house that our kids can occupy with their nanny. How many do you want?”
More laughter from my mouth echoes around the restaurant when Kaeden rubs his chin, giving me a pointed look.
“How many what?”
“Shid, . . . nannies, . . . babies—I’m trying to see if I need to call my realtor now or later.”
“Wow. All these future children and no commitment.” Looking at my left hand, I turn it side to side before returning my gaze to Kaeden.
“Trust, that’s coming sooner than you think. I ain’t beat for no more baby mamas. Cupcake and her siblings need stability. This thang is forever.” Pointing back and forth between us, Kaeden winks just as the server returns to the table, temporarily halting our conversation.
“How’s everything? Do either of you need anything?” the bubbly middle-aged man asks, and my mind begins swirling causing me to tune out the conversation between him and Kaeden.
Lord, this man is talking about marrying me and giving me a boatload of children. It might be alright to have more mini-Kaedens running around. Humph, I guess time will tell how this plays out.
Two Weeks Later. . .
Due to the late game, we aren’t returning to Ohio until tomorrow, and the thought of not snuggling with Kyelle has me out of sorts. All I want to do is get to my hotel so I can call Kyelle and talk her into phone sex or some shit. My adrenaline is still running high from narrowly winning today’s away game. Unlike most of my teammates, the last thing I feel like doing is heading to one of the popular clubs in Downtown Minneapolis. With my duffel hanging on my shoulder, I attempt to push through the thick crowd gathering in the exit tunnel. Cameras are flashing, and reporters are desperately trying to grab the attention of any and every player they make eye contact with.
My eyes are laser-focused on the door that will lead me to the team bus so I can get my ass on without incident. My feet nearly trip over themselves when a familiar face breaks through the onlookers, strutting toward me with a lazy smile.Meshay fucking Weaver.One thing I can’t deny about my baby mama is how fucking beautiful she is, even as she walks confidently toward me like everything between us is cool. Meshay’s beauty isn’t capable of replacing the tears I recall on Mica’s face from her walking out the door, throwing away her maternal rights. My eyes burn with daggers, and my hands ball into fists as my jaw clenches when Meshay stops inches in front of me.
“Well, if it ain’t the uber talented fine ass nigga whose heart I once owned,” Meshay says, smirking.
This bitch.
My anger becomes a scalding fury while staring at the woman who not only dismissed our relationship but also the child she carried for nearly eight months.
“It’s good to know that you haven’t lost your touch. Just like in the old days, you played your ass off tonight.”
Sidestepping Meshay without uttering a word due to the inferno raging within me, I still in place when Meshay grabs my forearm, causing my blood to boil instantly.
“If you don’t get your fucking hands off me. How the fuck are you acting like you ain’t walk out on me and Cu?—”
“Aw, don’t be like that, baby daddy. I just want a little reminder of what I’ve been missing out on. That’s it, that’s all,” Meshay says flirtatiously, and my eyes pinch as heat explodes like lava in my veins.
Yet, before I can tell Meshay to suck a herpes covered dick, she envelops me quickly and then plants a kiss on my cheek that’s dangerously close to my lips. My eyes blink hard, and it takes me a second to realize it’s because of the camera flashingnearby. Several camera shutter clicks snap me out of Meshay’s arms from being caught off guard twice in minutes.
“What the fuck? Did you just set me up?”
Smiling sinisterly, Meshay quickly moves toward the crowd, causing me to lose sight of her within seconds. Frozen in place, I scan the area only to see multiple paparazzi cameras and phones directed toward me.
Fuck!
Adjusting the strap of my bag, I make quick work to get the hell out of dodge as my stomach flips and sours from the fallout I already know is coming. Pulling my phone from my bag, I quickly power it on and damn near fracture my fingers going to social media. The Undercover Room headline sealing my fate has me sighing heavily, because shit is about to get ugly fast.
“How the fuck did they get these pictures and write this bullshit headline so quick?” I grumble because it’s like Undercover Room had a van or person hiding out to make this post.
#UCRSports: Looks like Bobcats’ Cornerback, Kaeden Evans, Wanted to Spin the Block After Tonight’s Win. What Happened to YourPeace, Kaeden?
“Fuck!” I shout, punching the seat in front of me as the team begins trickling on the bus.
The reactions, comments, and reshares on this post have a sinking feeling in my stomach because the odds of Kyelle not getting wind of what happened are slim to fucking none. Exiting social media, I pull up Kyelle’s contact info and call her. I need to see her face and let her see mine when I try to explain my wayout of this shitstorm. The call rings four times before rolling over to Kyelle’s voicemail, and I turn my head side to side, attempting to work out the tightness developing in the back of my neck.
