“Ourdaughter,” she corrected. “You seem to forget that. I think I will take yo’ ass back to court. Ain’t no way you ‘bout to play in my face like this.”
Sienna’s fingers paused again, and her eyes flickered up to the dashboard’s screen. She peered at the screen as if Courtland would hop through it and choke her.
“Do what you gotta do,” I suggested. “I’ma hang up now.” And I did so. Courtland wasn’t about to ruin my gameday with her bullshit. Hell, I was already tight about Sienna leaving in the morning.
A few hours later, I took the court and quickly spotted security ushering Sienna and Whimsy to their seats. Sienna drew attention with the cameras all in her damn face. She took it in stride, smiling shyly and ducking her head from all the attention.
I approached them, catching Whimsy’s attention first.
“Daddy!” she squealed. I picked her up and kissed her cheek.
Awkwardly, Sienna looked everywhere to avoid looking at me. Doing something I figured would upset her, I tweaked her chin.
“You good?” I asked her.
She blushed but nodded. “Have a good game,” she stated.
“Thank you, baby. I will.” Placing Whimsy on her feet, I bumped fists with my daughter, then did the same to Sienna. Inwardly, I grinned while walking away. Play one went well. I was breaking her down.
Through all four quarters, my mind was on her. Every opportunity I had, my eyes were on her. Her eyes were on me,too. She fought to contain any smiles she wanted to offer me. Whenever I stared, she tried even harder not to blush, especially after a tough shot when I pointed at her, stuck my tongue out, and flexed only for her. The crowd went crazy. Meanwhile, she hid behind Whimsy.
After grabbing the win, I answered a few questions from a courtside reporter. Out of all the things she could’ve brought up in this courtside interview—like the way I mopped the floor with those other niggas, or the way I dunked on the center multiple times tonight, or the way my jump shot was like butter tonight—Sienna became the main topic.
“How do you feel about all the attention your nanny is receiving?” the reporter asked, beaming like a spotlight.
“She’s bad as hell. I wouldn’t expect anything less,” was my reply.
The reporter’s laughter was forced, but that was her problem and not mine. Shit, I was ready to get home and enjoy dinner with Sienna and Whimsy.
Sometime later, dinner was filled with Sienna recounting her favorite plays from the game. Noticeably, all the plays were mine. She was lively while recounting how impressed she was of my jump shot and defensive skills. Unfortunately, she steered clear of my on-court antics concerning her, but I wasn’t going to push the issue for now. Honestly, I could listen to her talk forever.
By morning, I was thinking of a way to beg her to stay. The ease with which she said,see you later, Whimsy,got in her car and left poked me in my chest.
Two nights later, I couldn’t take Sienna’s absence. Last night, I slept in her bed just to see if she’d meet me in my dreams. In fact, she did. She met me there, kissing me softly on my neck and shit. I woke up with my dick hard as hell, craving kisses I’d neverfelt before. Neck kisses weren’t my thing, but I’d let Sienna bite a hole in me.
Even with Whimsy blasting The Chipmunk’s Christmas song all through the damn house, it felt too quiet. I wasn’t about to start with the way I missed Sienna’s breakfasts.
Glancing down at the notebook of ideas I’d written down to help me snag Sienna, I went down the list to determine which play would be my next one.
“Daddy!” Whimsy called, breaking me out of my thoughts. I was in the middle of the living room floor, half-worried about Sienna, half-singing along with the Chipmunks, and the rest scanning my notes. Whimsy had toys scattered all
“Yes, baby?” I replied.
“Shi-Shi?”
Forehead creasing, I asked, “Si-Si?”
“Yes!” Her little gapped-tooth grin caused me to chuckle. She handed me the teddy bear Sienna made her. “Shi-Shi, Daddy.”
“You know what. You right, my baby. I think I heard Sienna call my phone, too.” I laughed at my own delusions. “Thank goodness you got my smarts and not ya mama’s. We’d both be fucked up.”
She giggled. “Mama?”
“Hell, naw. Shi-Shi,” I replied in her tone.
She giggled again. Little did Whimsy know, she just threw me an alley-oop. I was about to dunk it. I couldn’t wait for morning to run this play.
CHAPTER 10
