by Tyla Walker
Before reaching his car, Weston turns around. “I have to meet my coach for a bit.”
Oh, so he’s just meeting his coach. Not that I care anyway. I nod at him, showing him I understand, and it’s okay. I’m not even sure why, but it just comes out naturally.
He flashes me his beautiful smile—too beautiful that it makes my heart skip a beat. He leans in and gives my cheeks a small kiss. What? It made my heart skip a lot more beats.
Without wasting a second, he turns around and heads toward his car. He drives away as I watch his car disappear.
I slowly touch my chest, feeling the loud heartbeats from my heart. What’s happening?
Had he always been this good and didn’t show it? I’m not sure that a person can change this quickly overnight. Maybe I have been a little blind.
What he’s doing these past few days is precisely the opposite of what I expect from him since the day we met. Today has been really overwhelming, and I don’t actually know how to feel about it. Or rather, I don’t really want to know how I feel about it.
He’s an entirely different person, and as much as I hate to admit it, I’m wrong about him.
I feel a bit of warmth in my heart when I think of Weston. I hope that I’m not becoming fond of him. I hope I’m not feeling what I think I’m feeling. It’s not good. It’s not supposed to be like this. This is all for pretend, LaDasia.
I feel a pinch of pain on my chest, knowing exactly how this all will end if I allow myself to feel what I believe I’m feeling. I can’t afford to get hurt again.
Seventeen
Weston
I bring the tickets to my home game that night to the deli. As usual, it is packed. I wave at the regulars; I call it fan service that is exclusive for this place just to make sure the ones who have been here before the plan gets something special. Jasmine is currently at school, but she'll be attending the game later tonight.
I make a beeline to the back booth, my booth, as I have done so several times since the day LaDasia and I made our fake engagement. The waitress who takes my order doesn't ask for my pictures anymore since their boss most likely scolded them about it. I just give them a playful wink and a smile just to boost their morale.
Speaking of their boss, just look at that woman standing beautifully with her other employees behind the counter. She looks extra beautiful today, and I am just staring at her lovely figure. I should stop looking, but I can't help it.
Lately, she's been more and more radiant by the day. I'm not sure why I think that, but it's just how she looks to me now.
LaDasia turns my way and waves her hand just a bit. I return her greeting with a nod, my eyes looking directly at hers. I know there are tons of other girls in this place right now, but my focus is on the deli owner, and no one else. She disappears to the back, probably checking storage or something.
Once she was not in view, I turn my attention to the food that just arrived for me. The business has definitely picked up for her. My image has improved, the plan worked.
The more I think about it, though, the more I realize that I don't want to end my relationship with LaDasia.
I have never had a true relationship with a woman before. I have always been too focused on basketball. However, I discovered that LaDasia stirred something inside of me that I had never felt before.
That night, Jasmine and LaDasia are both cheering for me the entire game. Their cheers still motivate me, and I perform much better when they do so. I always do my best with the sport that I love, that's a fact.
But when those two call my name and root for me? It boosts me. The former does her cute little cheer dance, while the latter whistles and shouts with all her might.
My duo, as I call them in my interviews, has even made my team's spirits lifted. They are THAT effective. The crowd loves them too.
A thought passes my head while I make a fadeaway shot. The ball enters, and the referee calls a timeout. It's already the 3rd quarter of the game when I have this thought about the mother and daughter tandem.
Those girls can really get the crowd going. No, that's not it. Well, yes, they do, but that's not what I'm trying to figure out. My mind is more focused, my motivation is taking me to places, and the way I play has more tenacity in it. I'm already very good at handling the ball in every game. But today feels like I can do more.
That's it! I say to myself as I take the rebound and pass it swiftly to my teammate. The crowd screams as they run back to our home court. I don't join them as I'm currently out of breath. While my teammates do their thing, I glimpse at the courtside, looking at my somewhat contracted future wife while she claps at my accomplishment.
We make eye contact, and she gives me this sweet smile and even does a subtle thumbs up. I smile and do the same.
The other team's coach calls a timeout as they were feeling the gap between our scores. I go to my side with my heart beating faster than ever, and it's not because I was tired.
"You're looking like a superhero out there, Frasier," says one of my teammates who is playing point guard." It must be love, right?"
"Lucky bastard," chimes in another.
I give them my signature smug and shrug, and the two of them just shake their heads, clearly jealous of what I have.
And then it hits me. Is that it then?
When the game is over, I find myself very excited about the thought I had earlier. We have won the game again with a fifty-six score gap, have scored more points than anyone else on the team all season. It is exhilarating, this feeling in my chest. And I know who the reason is behind this wildfire that is spreading from my chest. And is coursing through my entire body.
I am all sweaty, and LaDasia is all dressed up and looks beautiful like always, but I can't help myself anymore. My whole being is in agreement, and that agreement is to go to her. I break away from my teammates. I run over, pick up Jasmine, and plant a big kiss on her cheek. She grins at me and has the cutest giggle ever.
Then, I put her down and grab LaDasia by the hips. I have my hand caressing her soft cheek, her gorgeous black skin glowing at my touch as the courtside lights compliments it. Our eyes are glued to each other now, and I see my passion reflecting in hers. It's meant to be a sweet, chaste kiss on the cheek that quickly turns into a passionate kiss on the mouth. Deep and hard with lots of tongue movements licking the other as the kiss grows deeper by the second.
Both of us are out of breath even before the kiss has ended. But it's clear as daylight that we want much more than this. When our lips part, I nibble LaDasia's lower lip real quick and bite my lips afterward. I'm slowly feeling my sanity, leaving me for this woman right here.
That's when I know. I have fallen in love.
Eighteen
LaDasia
Is it just me, or is Weston playing so well today? I mean, I know he is great, there’s no denying that he is a skilled and talented baller. He played well last time too, so why is this game seem like the ending of a romantic sports movie?
This is silly. Why am I thinking like this? Whatever it is that’s entered my bloodstream, it has got to do with Weston. Because I can’t take my eyes off of him, and he looks hotter today than usual.
I clap when he makes a fadeaway shot. Jasmine is cheering with me, and I can tell that she’s rooting for him a lot more than her usual.
Our eyes meet during the game. I thumbs-up to Weston, not sure why I’m doing that, and I feel like an idiot. But then he returns it with this sweet smile, and I feel my heartbeat so fast just because of that gesture.
Idiot. I think to myself as I watch him go to his team.
“And I’m the child here?” Jasmine says out of nowhere that I look to her while we sit back down.
“Oh, sorry,” I reply to her. “Did you say something, baby girl?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing... just telling myself that Weston will probably make an awesome dad one day.”
“What makes you say that?” I tilt my head at her statement. The curiosi
ty of the words she used is making me weirdly giddy.
“Because he’s been a great dad to me.”
The way her voice softens when she says it almost made me teary-eyed. I pull her for a hug while we are still seated. She looks up to me, and I kiss her forehead.
“He has been a great dad, huh? Surprised me too, but I’m glad the two of you really got along well,” I tell her with a smile.
“Just us two?”
“Hm?”
“You guys get along pretty well too.”
The game soon ends, and I find myself still thinking of what Jasmine said to me earlier. But before I can process anything else, I see Weston running towards me. He picks up Jasmine and kisses her cheek, then he turns to me and pulls me for a kiss on the cheek too.
I smile at him, but that smile is met with his lips seconds later, and the kiss is far from PG. Our tongues found each other in this sweet yet heated kiss. Then all of a sudden, I forget just where we currently are; in a public place filled with thousands of people watching. I’m pretty sure a person is taking a video of us, but none of that matters as I feel his kisses grow hungrier by the second; I’m no different.
The way his hand secured me in a tight embrace is making me want to feel his body more, so I touch him, feeling his body grow warmer wherever I move my hands to. My nails dig on his jersey, his sweat smells like heaven to me right now. I can’t believe I think his sweat is heavenly, but it does.
More importantly, I have all these urges to do something, but he is limiting what I can do with those large biceps of his. The thought of being crushed by them never sounds so endearing to me until now. What has come over me? Is kissing Weston really that amazing? That’s not quite it, isn’t it? Yes, he is a great kisser, and I can tell why women throw themselves at him. But it’s because I feel something for him.
I don’t want to name this feeling, but I can no longer deny it.
Even if this kiss took me by surprise. What is even more surprising are the feelings the kiss created in me. Despite my best intentions, I have fallen in love with this superstar.
Jasmine says, “Get a room.”
The crowd goes wild.
He whispers in my ear, “Wait for me.”
He runs off into the locker room.
Weston takes us home, and after I put Jasmine to bed, telling her to behave herself, I go out and meet with this amazing baller in the living room. He kisses me passionately, and then he pushes me on the wall where we continue where we left off in the court. I feel his hand move to my crotch. Then I soon feel a finger bypass my clothes, and directly on my clit.
I gasp, and I let myself drown in his touch.
The kisses don’t stop while he practically devours me with his mouth. He bites my lips; I bite back, then he presses his body against mine, even more, rubbing his chest to mine as I feel my nipples grow hard with the friction of our clothes.
I can feel his other hand masterfully fondling one boob as I shiver under his touch. I’m so wet right now, and I can’t help but moan between our kisses.
Weston takes me to my bedroom, pulling me down as he sits on the edge of the bed, his hands leading me to straddle him, so I did.
We are really going at it now, his mouth is now on my left nipple against my bra, while his other hand starts pinching my other nipple After going past 1st and 2nd base, I am already looking forward to the 3rd, slowly grinding my cunt on his cock while we are still fully dressed, sort of; he is already topless, while I’m still wearing a bra.
“I’m not sure this is part of the deal, but...I really don’t mind going all the way,” I tell him with a sexy smirk on my lips.
But then I see his eyes slowly lose the heat and lust, and I suddenly feel worried as to why or what I said that makes him pull away.
His blue eyes look at me, sincerely. “I actually want to talk about our deal.”
My heart sinks, and anxiety is kicking in as I watch him with bated breath.
Nineteen
Weston
I take them home, and LaDasia puts Jasmine to bed, tells her to behave herself, she comes out and meets with me in the living room. She passionately kisses me, and then I push her on the wall where we continue where we left off in the court. I move my hand to her crotch, then I soon finger her.
I can’t stop myself.
She pants softly, feeling the touch of my hands.
I give her successive kisses on her lips, not wanting to let her go, and I didn’t expect she will bite me back on my lower lip, which is insanely good. I love it! How she counterattacks at me fiercely. I press her body tightly against mine, and the friction of it is making me crazy. I can feel her nipples harden against mine.
Her softness against my hardness.
I move my other hand, skillfully fondling her breast as her body trembles from my thrilling touch. She’s so wet down there, and she can’t help but moan between our kisses. I carry her to her bedroom, laying her down as I sit on the edge of the bed, my hands leading her to straddle me.
We are going at it now, my lips are now on her left nipple, while my other hand pinches her other one. I slowly graze my cock on her cunt while we’re fully dressed. I’m already topless, while she’s still wearing her bra.
“I’m not sure if this is part of the deal, but... I really don’t mind going all the way,” she tells me.
“I actually want to talk about our deal.” I move her out of the way, feeling nervous as hell.
I pick up my shirt on the bed and wear it and ask her to follow me in the living room.
“A-Alright.” She becomes quiet while she’s wearing her clothes and follows me to the living room.
Excitement is overtaking my nervousness. I want to LaDasia that I want to marry her. We sit across from each other in the living room; she seems nervous about this deal, and I want to surprise her.
“LaDasia, I want to tell you...” She stops me.
“No, please stop! I don’t want to hear it, Weston. I don’t want to stop this.” A drop of tears falls on her cheeks.
“What do you mean, LaDasia? I just want to tell you...” She stops my lips with her forefinger. She doesn’t give me time to speak, and my heart’s aching because of her tears.
“If you want to end our deal, I’m okay with it, but I think I can’t let you go… Because I’ve fallen in love with you, Weston,” she confesses to me, which surprises me. I hug her tight, not letting her go from my embrace.
“Can you please trust me to finish what I’m trying to say,” I whisper to her, and she calms down a little, but her tears keep flowing on her cheeks.
“What I want to tell you is that our deal is a huge success. Your business is thriving, and my image to the public is improving. And I had signed my contract from the NBA for the next year.” I smile to assure her.
I see the grim look on her face, so I hurry with my next statement.
“I think it’s time for our fake engagement to come to an end. Because... it’s time that we have a real wedding. Let’s look for a beautiful wedding dress you’ll wear on our special day.” I smile at her, and she seems dumbfounded about it.
I add to convince her, “I-I’ve fallen in love with you, okay? And I love that little cheeky girl in there. Will you marry me for real?”
I ask her again, bending on my one knee. I nervously pull out the engagement ring from my pocket and I show it in front of her. It’s a different ring than the last time. LaDasia’s speechless of my marriage proposal and her tears keep flowing like a river.
“She loves you too, and so am I!” The cheeky little girl comes out of her room.
She continues, “She will marry you, Weston. I assure you, she only talks and thinks about you every time, even if I don’t ask her.”
Jasmine happily yells, and she toothily smiles at me.
LaDasia and I lock our eyes to each other, and Jasmine jumps like she wins a lottery, and she convinces her mom.
“Mom, This is it! This is what you are waiting for and
Weston is asking you now. Come on, mom, I want to have a dad too!” She clings to her mom, naughtily.
LaDasia wipes her tears and cups my face endearingly.
“Well, I guess I don’t have a choice. I must marry you, Weston,” LaDasia remarks while she smiles at me.
“Yes!” I hug her while little Jasmine cheers for us.
I take her hand and stand up on my knees while pulling out the engagement ring in the velvet box. I slide the diamond ring on her right hand’s fourth finger. And I pull her close to me and kiss her deeply without minding Jasmine.
“I love you,” I sincerely say to her.
“I love you, too,” she responds cheerfully.
“Ew, so cheesy! Get a room, please!” Jasmine yells, and once again, we all laugh like a real family.
“So what about my dress for the wedding daddy, Weston? I want it with many flowers on it!” Jasmine asks me excitedly.
“No, problem! I’ll find as many flowers as you like on your dress, Jasmine.”
“Let’s start with the preparation, LaDasia. Let’s look for the best wedding dress for you tomorrow, and I’m dying to see you wearing it.”
“Which date do you want me to marry you?” she teasingly asks me.
“I can marry you tomorrow.” We both laugh at the same time. It’s past midnight, and LaDasia asks me to wait for a moment.
“Wait for me in my room. And let’s finish where we left off,” she sexily hints me to be ready.
LaDasia strictly brings Jasmine back to sleep in her room, and she told her to sleep early since we’re looking for her dress tomorrow.
LaDasia comes back in her room, and we continue the deed. She’s like a fierce wildcat, and I’m her poor prey on the bed.
Twenty
LaDasia
A huge colorful bouquet is placed in my hands. I hear the girls from behind squealing and ready to catch it. The photographer covering our wedding tells me to take a pose first. This is something I have to get used to. I toss the bouquet, and the crowd goes wild.
