“She’s at my house. Physically she’s good, but I can tell she’s messed up mentally and emotionally. She keeps telling me to stay here until tomorrow, but I think I’ma leave tonight.”
“Yeah, I don’t blame you. I’m sure you wanna pay that nigga a visit too.”
“Hell yeah,” he confirmed, returning his attention to his phone. “I already know how baby sis coming, so I’m sure she gave Natasha the business, and Justin gon’ have to see me.”
My gaze shifted toward the bottle girl who had been flirting with me all night, which was nothing new. She had one more time to flirt before I gave her what she was asking for. It hadn’t been my intention to get some pussy tonight, but now, I felt like I needed a distraction. The more I thought about what was goingon with Eli, the more I’d want to go to her. While we did have something like a friendship, I wouldn’t say we were close enough to explain to her brother why I was clinging to her trying to make sure she had everything she needed during this time.
“Is there anything else I can help you with?” ol’ girl asked as I finally sat back down.
“You can bring us the check.”
“Cool. Um, do you have anything else planned for the night?”
“Nah. You know of any other events happening in the city?” I asked to check her temperature.
Though I felt like she was trying to fuck, I still wanted to be sure. A lot of women just wanted the chance to say they slept with an athlete, while others thought the dick came with trips, gifts, and cash. Either way, I’d had my fair share of easy pussy before and after my NFL career started, so the power of pussy didn’t sway me.
Tonight was different though.
Tonight, I needed something, someone, to keep me from going to Eli to console her. I wasn’t sure why my heart was yearning to be close to hers. Yeah, she was going through a tough time, but she probably wouldn’t have even wanted me around.
“I know of a very special event happening in my bedroom.” Her smile was sexy as she leaned forward and put the silver tray holding ice and a new bottle of champagne on the table. “Or yours. Whichever you’d prefer.”
All I could do was chuckle as I looked from her pushed up breasts to her pretty ass face. I wouldn’t say I had a type, but ol’ girl was bad as fuck. Curvy, pretty face, long bundles in her hair, immaculate makeup, sexy brown skin.
“Aye, I’m ’bout to take the jet home,” Isaac said, gaining my attention. It didn’t surprise me that he decided to leave tonight. Regardless of the issues he and his sister had over the years, they were always there for each other when it counted most. Theymight have given each other hell at times, but no one else could. They were truly each other’s protectors.
“You need me to come with you?” I checked, wrapping my arm around ol’ girl and setting her on my lap. I’d need to find out what her name was before I fucked her. It would come up when she signed her NDA.
“Nah, I’m good. Enjoy yourself.”
We shook hands, and I waited until he left to pull my phone out and call my lawyer. Before I left this club with ol’ girl, there were a few things she’d need to understand and sign. I hadn’t made it this far in my career without any scandals, being dumb and reckless, and I certainly wasn’t about to start now.
Chapter
Four
Falcon
The Next Day
“Everything was delivered, Mr. Grove,”my personal shopper confirmed.
I had her put together a care package for Eli and had it delivered to her brother’s house. Roses, a teddy bear, a herringbone chain, champagne and chocolate covered strawberries, and a small note letting her know I was here if she wanted to talk. I didn’t expect her to actually come to me to talk, but I wanted her to know I was here if she wanted to.
She’d been on my mind all day and last night. Even the bottle girl I’d spent the night with didn’t have enough power in her pussy to distract me for too long. Lauren was her name. She was a decent distraction while we fucked and she sucked, but as soon as it was over, Eli seeped her way back into my heart and mind.
“Alright. Thanks, JJ.”
“You’re welcome. Have a great day.”
“You as well.”
I decided to pack and head to the airport now so I could grab lunch on the way. While I’d enjoyed my time away, there was no place like home. Plus, I wanted to take full advantage of my time off before training and the preseason started. Now was the time for me to eat whatever the fuck I wanted, smoke, and sleep in as late as my body allowed. It fucked with me not winning the Bowl, but we’d come a long way, and I was proud of our accomplishments.
Isaac and I had been on fire this season. We had offers from several different teams coming in left and right. At this point in my career, I had no desire to play for another team. I’d been playing with the Tennessee Demolishers since I was drafted in college and wanted to retire with them. My prayer was to get a solid decade on the field before retiring, but I would play as long as my body could stand it.
Once I was done packing, I let my personal assistant know I wanted to grab lunch before heading to the airport. Now that the season was over, I was about to go into my shell. I wanted to deal with fans and the public as little as possible. She suggested grabbing lunch at the hotel, and they had a bomb ass half roasted chicken that I wouldn’t mind having again before I left. I waited until she confirmed she’d secured a table in the back of the restaurant in an empty section for me before I made my way down to the first floor of the hotel.
