Miriam was busy.
My sister smirks. Her cropped haircut accentuates her cheekbones. Her vibe today is an ode to the ’90s. Loose-fitting jeans over high-tops and a black windbreaker. Minus her jacket, we’re matching.
“What’s the matter, Antonio got your pussy?”
“Don’t say ‘pussy’ out loud!” I whisper-yell.
She grins. “Since when do you say that word, Dr. Baby?”
I bite my lip. “Since he’s been making mine purr.”
“I knew it.”
“Keep it down,” I plead, pulling at my coat collar, now overheated. “I’d rather not talk about my recent expeditions.”
“Alright.” She nods. “I’ll leave it and your newfound glow alone. Just one question.” She pinches her thumb and pointer finger together.
Here she goes.
“Go ahead,” I sigh.
“How are you still walking after all of that?”
Marcela motions to the Steel. They’re on the ground in stretches that simulate a mating ritual with the grass. My eyes lock on Antonio. His mouthguard hangs from the side of his mouth as he rolls through a downward-facing dog. His forearms flex, and he straightens his leg into a side stretch. The mobility in his hips, the shift in his weight to activate his quads, which have pistoned into me on more than one occasion, is a testament to his flexibility. And my, is the man flexible.
“I’m small in height, but I’m a big girl,” I say, my gaze trained on the mass of his legs as they widen into a child’s pose. I never thought of myself as an ass person, but I shift in my seat at his back-and-forth movements.
“My sister is in love, and getting that back cracked!” Marcela cheers.
“I do love him,” I say proudly.
“You and everyone else.” Lisa drops her chair next to Marcela. Her stare lingers on Antonio, who’s bending into a squat and touching his toes. “He is flexible.” The snide remark leaves no room for interpretation about her history with my man.
Marcela whips her head in her direction. “I know I didn’t call you to come over here and start shit. Matter of fact, I didn’t call you at all.”
Lisa purses her lips. “I come to every home game. I don’t mind sharing with you, Miriam. Antonio has plenty of fans. There goes another one now.”
Kenya marches onto the field with full glam and confidence. Heads from both teams turn to the woman in high-waisted pants that model her long legs and a blouse underneath her corduroy vest. Her outfit isn’t screaming for attention, unlike Lisa’s crop top and apple bottoms from Rainbow. Kenya is all business, and she grins harder when she reaches Antonio.
His eyes drift over her head to me before he nods at something she says.
“Like I said, he has lots of fans. You’ll learn to share. We all did.”
“Hey, Lisa?” I face her.
“Yes?”
“I know for a fact he hasn’t called or seen you in months. The last time you tried to show up to his house unannounced, you were sent right back out. Antonio and I are together now—officially and in every way. If you want to test the theory that your tired antics will take him from me, by all means, give it a try. But I promise that your feelings won’t be the only thing that gets hurt.”
She grabs her chair and leaves.
“You dropped your dignity!” Marcela shouts at her former friend. She smiles at a family who says hello like she’s not out here causing chaos. “Do not let that bitch see you sweat. None of them,” she whispers to me. “I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself. There’s always someone who will try to play in your face if you let them. Matter of fact”—she scans down the sideline for Lisa—“I owe her years’ worth of ass whoopings. The nerve of her in that barely glued lace front…” Her voice softens. “You okay?”
“Yes,” I snicker. “I know Antonio has a past. I just didn’t expect it to come at me that way. I’m not used to being with anyone, much less someone who had a friendly dick.”
It’s not that I lack confidence. I know my worth, and I don’t need it validated like parking. That doesn’t mean I’m welcoming members of the I Fucked Antonio Fan Club into my space with stickers. I don’t want or need any reminders of how other women writhed and sucked him. The thought of tackling Kenya and Lisa has crossed my mind, and I’ve only had the dick for two weeks!
Antonio only talks to Kenya because of work. Does it make me happy? No, but I trust him. He doesn’t give her access to hispersonal cell and coordinates any interviews through the team’s media manager.
