“Aight. May I have a kiss before I leave?” I questioned and saw the answer in her eyes almost immediately. Bending, I placed my lips against hers. “Wait up for me, yeah?” I mumbled against her soft, plump lips.
“Okay,” she whispered. I kissed her again, then let her go.
Damn, the more I was around her, the more difficult it became to not picture her naked and spread out beneath me. She’d gifted me another ornament after my game earlier this evening. It wasas stunning as the others. No lie, I was like a kid opening the box with the ornament inside. I had plenty of money, but gifts like the ornaments were priceless.
An hour later, I sat in VIP accompanied by Legend. Chicago nightlife was like no other city I frequented. The club was packed with anyone from corporate niggas to gangsters and their mistresses. I wasn’t inside this club because I wanted to be, rather, this was Aaron’s stomping grounds. He was born and raised in Chicago and played for Chicago. I’d already spotted him walking through the club with two of his homeboys. I was aware that my presence would cause a scene, especially because I was in the same club as Aaron. He was still riding high off his fucking posts about Sienna, but I was about to silence his ego.
As soon as I saw him and his homeboys heading toward their VIP section, I made my move. Aaron peeped me standing at the entrance of my VIP section and grinned like I wasn’t about to fuck up his night. Security glanced at me, wondering what the hell I was doing. Legend stood next to me. He was on the same shit I was on.
Aaron puffed out his chest as he neared my section. Before that nigga could wonder what his next thoughts were, I snatched his ass up and dragged him inside my VIP. He weighed a cool two-fifty, but I wasn’t far behind him. Conditioning had my body right, so when I started knocking this nigga’s brains out, there wasn’t shit he could do with me. Legend and security handled those other niggas. I focused on making sure this nigga knew to keep Sienna’s name out of his mouth.
CHAPTER 17
SIENNA
Wipingtearsofmirthfrom my eyes, I couldn’t believe this movie produced tears every single time I watched it. This was yet another reason why the holidays were top tier. Movie selections were always abundant, light-hearted, and funny as hell.
Aaron’s posts nearly caved my chest in. Sure, I knew he was lying, but the masses didn’t know that. I would like to believe that I didn’t care what anyone thought about me, but truthfully, it hurt to see him trying to tarnish my name.
My phone chirped, causing me to sigh.
“Yes, Ellie,” I answered. “What is it? You’re interrupting my movie.”
“Uhm, sis. I’m about to send you something,” she said just as my text notification sounded.
Glancing at the message, my mouth fell open at the picture on my screen.
“Where did you get this?” I asked. Movie forgotten, I muted the television so that I could think clearly. The picture of Synder slamming Aaron to the ground was a masterpiece. However, my brain shouted in protest at the picture.
“It’s on that Sports Hunnids Ice & Tea page,” she explained.
“Ellie, what the hell are you doing following that messy blog page?”
“Well, now that I’m practically about to be in-lawed into a sports family, I gotta keep my eyes on the mess. That’s why I’m not even mad that Synder beat up Aaron. He deserved it. Better Synder than Baltimore or Dayton.”
Although Ellie was right, I groaned. “First, your cousins own an MLB team. You’re already in a sports family. Secondly, stay off those social media blogs. They’ll warp your brain.”
She chuckled. “Nope. Now, have a good night. Tell Synder and Whimsy I said hi.” Ellie hung up in my face before I could respond with an, “Aww…”
Sighing, I shook my head. Here I thought Synder was going out to meet some floozy, and instead, he’d been plotting on Aaron. I couldn’t say that I wasn’t upset; not because he put hands on Aaron, but he’d risked too much doing so.
The object of my thoughts walked into the hotel suite like nothing happened. He grinned at me and didn’t look the least bit disheveled as if he’d been in a brawl. Glaring at him, I stood crossed my arms over my breasts.
“Really, Synder?” I questioned.
His grin dropped and a frown replaced it. “It was either beat his fuckin’ ass or put a bullet in him. I handled it the best way I knew how.”
“There was nothing to handle. Suppose he would’ve beat yo’ ass. Then what?”
He chuckled lowly. “You gotta get to know me, love. That devil’s lie would’ve never conceived inside ya brain.”
Frowning, I said, “This isn’t funny. You could get in so much trouble for the stunt you pulled. Plus, who fights during the holidays?”
“I do if the situation calls for it,” he quipped.
Smacking my teeth, I replied, “That’s ridiculous.”
“You mad at me?” he asked, incredulously.
