She's All I Need(A Sports Romance)

by Chiquita Dennie

  Donovan

  Two days later, I felt Mara was taking this situation too far, and I was getting increasingly aggravated that Julian was on social media, basically talking about how he stole my girl. Even having him in her presence at the shop did something to me, and I felt the urge to hammer his face in even more than I had that afternoon.

  “Remember to stay calm, Donovan. I don’t need you acting out of character,” Sutton explained. She’d set up an interview for me with FSNG Sports to discuss the rumors, and my plans for the future.

  I was determined to get through this without breaking someone’s face, but I couldn’t guarantee that wouldn’t happen.

  “I wish you were this helpful when I went to see Mara,” I huffed, walked out to the set of the show, and took a seat. Sutton rolled her eyes and stood next to the camera and makeup artist.

  “Mr. Hunt it’s a pleasure to have you with us,” Ben said, tauntingly.

  “I noticed.”

  The director motioned for the on-air sign and Ben nodded and prepared to speak.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, I have an exclusive interview with the man himself. Mr. Donovan Hunt, the MVP, game winning champion has agreed to sit with me to talk.”

  I smiled for the camera.

  “Donovan let's start with the rumors that you’ve broken up with your girlfriend.”

  “You can call me Mr. Hunt.”

  He chuckled.

  “First thought when you lost the big game that night?”

  “I was disappointed like anyone on my team.”

  “Do you think you overplayed your hand? I mean you’ve given off the I’m the best at this and the only person that can win status.”

  “Is that why you’ve had it out for me?”

  “Aw, did I hurt your feelings? I like to speak the truth.”

  “Truth or lies? Because all my teammates know that Julian talks a good game, but he’s not the one who brought a game-winning ring home,” I said.

  “You have to admit that the drug accusations are pretty out there,” Ben said.

  “That’s the problem with the media. You paint this narrative, and once it gets out and fan the flames, you can’t contain what you started,” I explained.

  “Well, we have to take a break, and we’ll be right back,” Ben said.

  “Ben you have ten more minutes then we have to leave,” Sutton explained.

  “All I need is five,” Ben replied.

  The cameras started rolling again.

  “Sports talk, we are back. I'm your host Ben Simmons and today we have Donovan Hunt of the Los Angeles Hawks.”

  Sutton gave me her thumbs up.

  “Mr. Hunt are you sleeping with Tabitha, your old girlfriend again?”

  “No, and to add on Tabitha was never my girlfriend.”

  “She’s what you celebrities call booty calls?” Ben asked.

  “See, now you’re being disrespectful.”

  Ben held his hands up, backing down.

  “She was a close friend?” he questioned.

  “Yes.”

  “What about your publicist’s assistant Kaci and the writer Kamara Powell?” Ben asked.

  “You seem to be obsessed with my life. What’s the point?”

  “As public figures we have the right to know who the role models are and the one’s that influence and give our kids a bad impression,” Ben explained.

  “I never said I was a role model, and I don’t want that label put on me. I don’t talk about my love life.”

  “Then it goes back to why did you drop the ball? Drugs? Girlfriend problems?” Ben questioned.

  “One of the moments where I didn’t play well. That’s it.”

  Ben held the cliff notes in his hand and faced the camera.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, that’s all I have for today. Continue to stay in the know and follow the ‘Ben Simmons Show’ for all the juicy gossip,” Ben announced, then reached over to give me a handshake.

  “I only report factual statements and my sources are cleared,” Ben said.

  “No, you report lies Mr. Simmons, let's not pretend you're doing me a favor here.”

  Ben shifted in his seat.

  “All of what you’ve said could be true, but my audience understands what I do here.”

  “Yeah, you spill lies and give the wrong people a platform. I never said I should be given the golden ticket. I worked hard for my position,” I argued.

  “Thanks for your time, Ben. We have to go,” Sutton said.

  I stood, ripped off the microphone, and stormed out of the show. My mind wasn’t in the right headspace to do this interview because of everything going on with Kamara. I opened the passenger side door for Sutton, and she slid in. I walked around to the driver’s side, jumped in, and started the car.

  “That was uncalled for Donovan,” Sutton complained.

  “What did you want me to do?”

  “I wanted you to be calm and act like you have some sense in there.”

  I drove down the Santa Monica Blvd. away from Sunset Gower studios to head back on the freeway to her office.

  “He’s a freaking idiot and you know that, Sutton.”

  “I don’t disagree, but you need to get that stick out of your ass.”

  “How’s Kamara?”

  “She’s working Donovan and you need to figure out how to fix this.”

  “She’s not talking to me.”

  “Because you went on a date with another woman.”

  “I didn’t go on a date. I was out eating, and she showed up. It’s not a big deal,” I said.

  “Whatever it was; you shouldn’t have hugged her.”

  I ran a hand down my face.

  “Kamara needs to know that you're not going to shut her out again.”

  “How do I do that?”

  She leaned over and tapped me on the chest.

  “You're a big boy, you’ll figure it out.”

  I turned off the freeway and pulled up to her office and she stepped out and leaned in the window.

  “Remember you were in the wrong and you need to beg for forgiveness.”

  “Is this how you treat my boy Savion?”

  “Savion’s not stupid enough to screw up like you.” She grinned and stood, heading into her building.

  I waited for her to get in before pulling off to head to the gym and work out some aggression. I parked at the private gym reserved for athletes, got out, picked up my bag, and walked inside. I lifted my head to see Josh, the gym manager.

  “You look like shit,” Josh said.

  I placed the bag on top of the counter.

  “What’s it looking like in here today?”

  “Not busy. A few guys are here. I think Savion’s in the back.”

  “Cool, let me get in here to work off some stress.”

  “I didn’t get to tell you but don’t let these media folks get to you,” Josh said.

  “Thanks.” We slapped hands and I walked off to head to the back, dropped my bag in the locker room cage and changed into shorts and a gym shirt. I walked out with a towel wrapped around my neck, a bottle of water and went to the weight machine next to Savion. I lifted the weights and dropped the water and towel on the ground.

  “Sutton said you fucked up the interview,” Savion said.

  “I wouldn't call it fucked up.”

  “She said you looked like you might hit Ben on camera.”

  I lifted the 50-pound weight to my chest, then back down four times. I looked over at Savion and dropped the weight down on the stanchion.

  “Has Kamara contacted you yet?”

  “No and that shit is pissing me off.”

  “That’s what women do,” Savion said.

  “She saw a photo of me and Tabitha together.”

  “Wait, your back with Tabitha?” he asked.

  “Hell no, she saw me out having lunch and apologized for the bullshit she did in that interview.”

  “Damn.”

  “Yeah.”<
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  “If the interview comes out like I think it did you need to do more than apologize to Kamara.”

  “That bullshit was stupid, and I played right into his hands.”

  “Don’t beat yourself up, maybe they’ll go easy on you,” Savion joked.

  “You think she’ll take me back?”

  “Kamara loves you; I can see it in her eyes. Why don’t we go out for drinks at the bar?”

  “I’m heading home after this and figuring out how to get my girl.”

  “Good answer,” Savion said.

  “I know one thing. If Julian tries another thing, I’m kicking his ass.”

  “Don’t get into trouble with the cops. You remember that one time you got arrested at a bar for fighting.”

  “That wasn’t my fault he thought he could challenge me.”

  “That’s the problem now. Sutton is trying to keep your reputation under control.”

  “I wouldn’t have these problems if you and Reuben would stop bringing me into your shit,” I fussed.

  “Hold yourself accountable, bro,” Savion said, and I flipped him off.

  The rest of the time we went back and forth discussing the new strategy of plays and getting back into the new season of football. After the workout I drove home, showered, and ordered food and watched a replay of the game.

  I fell asleep on the couch, after a food coma and thought I heard Kamara calling my name. I tossed and turned, finally opening my eyes when I heard loud knocking on my door.

  “Kamara,” I muttered, jumped up, looked around my living room and checked the time on my AP and wiped my eyes.

  “Donovan! It’s me.”

  I rose and walked to the door and opened it to see Kamara standing soaking wet.

  “Can I come inside?” she asked. I stood to the side to let her in and shut the door.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked as I headed to the bathroom and grabbed a towel for her to dry off with.

  “I wanted to talk to you.”

  “You could have waited. You’re going to catch a cold or something.” I rubbed her shoulders, then down her arms.

  “Let me grab you something to change into. You’ll catch pneumonia.”

  “Wait, let me say this first.” Kamara gripped my arm.

  I turned.

  “What?”

  “The only way we can get back on track is if you're honest with me.”

  “I agree.”

  “Then can I have a seat?” she asked.

  “You don’t have to ask that, Mara.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Did you go out with Julian?” I queried.

  “No, but I might do the interview with him and I wanted to know how you feel about that.”

  “That’s your job. I can’t dictate what you love, and I wouldn’t want to. Is he my favorite person? No.”

  “I saw a clip of your interview.”

  “How did you see it so early?”

  “Sutton got an early copy.”

  “She’s pissed I lost my cool earlier.”

  “I don’t blame her. You need to do better and play nice,” she teased, placed the towel down on the couch and sat. I sat across from her and crossed my arms.

  “Does that mean you forgive me?”

  “Yes, I forgive you. But this can’t happen again, Donovan. I take trust very seriously and you hurt me.”

  “I know, Mara.” I went to sit, but she held a hand up.

  “Shutting me out and then trying to come back and act like fucking me is going to make it better is not making it better.”

  “I won’t shut you out again. I put too much pressure on myself. Plus, the bullshit that was being reported.”

  “Tabitha.”

  “Tabitha was nothing but fake media. I was out eating at a restaurant and she approached me.”

  “I expect you made it clear with her that you're with someone correct?”

  I grinned at her taking control and putting her foot down.

  “I did, Mara. You don’t have to worry about her ever doing something stupid again.”

  “Good. I would hate to have to move on and find someone else.” She stood and removed her wet jacket and top, then slowly kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her pants. She stood in front of me, wearing only her panties and bra.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “Maybe if you follow me, you’ll find out.” She swished off toward my bedroom. I saw her remove her bra and drop it to the floor. A few seconds later, her panties followed. I licked my lips and followed her toward my bedroom, staring as she climbed on my bed and slowly crawled to the middle on her hands and knees.

  Kamara

  I decided to make it known that this was going to be a one-and-done situation. No more being ignored and confused. He needed to decide and let me know where he stood with me because the brooding asshole attitude was done. Yes, he’d lost a huge game, but that didn’t mean it was the end of the world.

  I looked over my shoulder and saw him staring at me, so I decided to give him something to look forward to by sliding my index finger into my mouth, getting it wet, and moving it toward my pussy.

  “Mara,” he muttered, and I saw his eyes turn dark. Was I ready to feel him inside of me again? Could he be trusted with my heart fully? These were questions I debated about for the last few days and weeks.

  “Yes.”

  “You look beautiful, baby.”

  “Come here.”

  “I want to watch you pleasure yourself.”

  My head fell back as I arched my back and stroked in and out, feeling my orgasm rise with every stroke. I gripped my breast with my free hand, squeezing and tweaking my nipples as I continued to masturbate in front of him.

  He came toward me, caressing my ass, then down my legs and back up to my hips.

  “So damn beautiful,” Donovan said, hovering over my back. He was still wearing his shorts. His forehead fell to my shoulder, and he breathed heavily in my ear. “What are you doing to me?” he asked.

  “I could ask you the same.”

  Donovan peppered kisses down my back and slapped me on the ass.

  “Mmm…” A low groan left my mouth.

  The scent of my arousal filled the room as my wetness started to seep into the sheets. Donovan pushed my hand away and replaced it with his own. Another finger traced up my belly button toward my breast. Slowly grinding on his erection, I reached behind me to stroke his girth through his shorts. “Take these off,” I demanded.

  “Lie flat on the bed.”

  Donovan rose off the bed, removed his shorts, and then came back to bed. He started kissing from my neck down to my ass. He spread my butt cheeks and danced over my pussy with his tongue.

  I lifted my leg a little to give him more room. He inserted a finger and groaned. I reached out to grab the back of his neck, and my breath hitched.

  “Donovan!” I whined, humping his face, as he drew my bud between his lips.

  “You want to come, baby?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “I promise to keep a smile on your face and never hurt your heart again.” Donovan’s lips grazed over me as I held his stare. He lined his dick up with my sex and pushed inside and gripped the bedsheets.

  “Ahhh... I missed this, baby,” Donovan rasped.

  I heard our lovemaking around the room and his words came out in a growl as he picked up the pace.

  “Fuuckkk...You’ve been the one all this time.”

  “I love you.”

  “I need you, Kamara. You’re all I need, and I promise I’ll never hurt you again.” Donovan pulled out and turned me around to lie on my back. He hovered over my face and stared as his girth lined up with my sex, and he grinded back and forth. Our hips danced in a slow rhythm as my breath hitched, and I writhed underneath him. I almost felt like I was flying on a cloud when he pressed his mouth to mine, then trailed his tongue near my ear and whispered, “You’re mine, Mara. No one will ever take your place.” H
e entwined our hands together, breathing heavily.

  “I’m coming!” I screamed, feeling the wetness between our joined lovemaking build up and seep onto the sheets. Donovan sped up and I heard his chants and pleading.

  “Fuck! I’m about to come in you, sweetheart. Goddamn.”

  “I want to taste you.” I sucked on his ear and he shook his head.

  “I…I... Mara…” Donovan thrusted, gripped my neck gently and bit my bottom lip as I trembled from my release.

  “Ugh…. Shit!” Donovan growled and spilled his seed and collapsed on top of me.

  “Wow.”

  “Intense.” Donovan moved off me and pulled me on top of his chest.

  I ran a hand up and down his sweaty chest.

  “I think you’ve made your point,” I teased, lifting my eyes to peer at him.

  He grinned.

  “Nothing else matters but you and me.”

  “We should shower and get some rest.”

  “I hate to move; you took all my energy,” Donovan joked.

  “Don’t tell me big, bad Donovan Hunt has been undone by little old Mara Powell in bed,” I teased, tapping his bottom lip with my index finger.

  “That can’t get out. I couldn’t live it down if Reuben or Savion found out.” He chuckled.

  “Poor baby. Come on, let's grab a shower and find something to eat.”

  Feeling like our old selves again I rose up and kissed him again and moved out of his arms and headed to the bathroom. He groaned from behind and slapped me on the ass, then wrapped his hands around my waist.

  “Welcome to my world. The first time we had sex, I thought my legs wouldn’t work again.”

  He kissed the back of my neck and went to turn the water on in the shower and check the temperature.

  “How is everything with the newspaper?”

  “Great, my stories are making an impact.”

  “Did you figure out that issue with the Business district?” he asked.

  Donovan stepped behind me in the shower and grabbed the lavender shower gel I used last time and a towel to wash my back.

  “Yeah, the mayor was potentially going to have to step in if it went another way.”

  “Good, you're turning into our very own Barbara Walters.”

  I chortled at his comment.