10
Vinnie
“How’sthat hot mama of yours?”Clarence asks as I gather up a few things from my locker before I head home.
Tonight’s the night I meet Bianca’s entire family, and I’m nervous as fuck.
“She’s great, man.Busy writing, so I haven’t seen her much.”
“Is the sex as wild as I think it is?I mean, if my woman wrote those books—” he grabs his junk underneath his towel “—I’m sure she’d practically be hanging off my cock like it was a jungle gym.”
“Can’t keep her off me,” I lie.
I haven’t heard from her since the other night after she came apart in my arms and I exploded in my pants.I don’t know what came over me or how the friction from the sweat pants combined with the tiny sounds she makes when being pleasured were enough to make me come like a virginal teenage boy.
“Lucky bastard.”Clarence punches my shoulder.
“I’m meeting her family tonight.”My stomach turns at the very thought.
I haven’t met any girl’s parents since I was in high school.I never stuck around long enough in college to make it even a remote possibility.Although Bianca and I entered into this together as a mutual agreement, it’s feeling more real than fake.
“They fans?”
I nod.“Huge fans.”
“Then you’re solid.You can do no wrong.”
I can think of plenty of things I can do wrong.
“Is that what it was like when you met Marquita’s parents?”
He shakes his head.“Hell no.They hated me.I was a punk college player, and they didn’t see a future for their princess with a nobody like me.”
“And now?”
“Now they kiss my ass.”He laughs.“They brag to all their snobby friends about their rich, successful son-in-law.It’s quite a change from the way they used to describe me.Even after all these years, I’ve never forgotten the way they treated me.”
Marquita isn’t much different from her parents.Clarence doesn’t see it, but she’s a total snob.She looks down her nose at everyone, but I’m not the one who has to sleep with her.
“That’s pretty shitty.Sorry you had to go through that.”
“You’re good, though.Bianca’s family will love you.What’s not to like?Pretty face, local football hero, rich as fuck.”
“Not exactly how some people see me.”
Clarence looks at me funny.“No one looks at you any other way, dumbass.You hit the jackpot and all the stars aligned when your ass was born.”
“Yeah,” I mumble.
If the jackpot was a mafia boss father who spent more time behind bars than raising me, then I hit the big one.I know I’ve been lucky.How many kids dream of playing professional football and actually do it?Not that fucking many.
“I’d better go so I’m not late.Bianca will have my balls.”
“Good luck, man.Knock ’em dead tonight.You got this.”
I’m halfway down the hallway when Tracie comes around a corner like she’d been waiting for me.“There you are,” she says, sliding her hand up my sweaty T-shirt, looking at me like I’m a piece of meat and she’s starving for a bite.“I’ve missed you.”
I peel her hand away from my chest and grip her wrist tighter than I have before.“Don’t touch me.”
