Okay, maybe that was a stupid money thing.
All I knew was that I felt confident walking into spaces where I knew I would be hated and looked so good it was another reason for the bitches to stay mad.
Yeah, definitely gonna suck his dick in the car.
My thoughts went back to how he’d had me spread open on the kitchen table having me instead of the food that the chef had prepared. It was wild when he admitted that he hadn’t ever been an eater because, in his words, ‘he wasn’t putting his mouth onany food he wasn’t sure was only for his plate’. Admitting that he’d only dealt with flings, which was another reason folks were going crazy we were a couple was wild. The progress that he’d made in a short while was crazy because it was clear he’d studied how to do it right. Along with listening to my body to see what I enjoyed, he could make me cum back to back and insisted on doing so before he even thought of entering my body. We’d had to take our breakfast to eat in the car because we were almost late for the driver’s pickup.
“This morning was just the appetizer I hope. You know we eat more than one helping on Thanksgiving, Parker. I need to be good and stuffed before the night is over.” My voice was low, my mind calculating if we could get a quickie in before kickoff because now I needed to feel him again.
He licked his dark pink lips, his eyes narrowing impishly and he was about to say something before we were rudely interrupted.
“Parker, why not come and entertain the McDurmonts for a few minutes?”
I knew Peter Jr.’s voice without having to turn around and since Parker didn’t turn to address him I wasn’t going to either. The way he’d interrupted our moment pissed me off because Peter Jr.’s presence meant my pussy was ready to start a brush fire with how quickly it’d dried up at the sound of his voice. I couldn’t stand this man and his passive-aggressive behavior. You would think that being on the verge of being broke meant he’d learned an ounce of humility but if white men had anything, they had all the hubris and audacity in the world. Peter Jr. was the type of man who’d rather become a family annihilator than ever have to work a day in his life. Seeing that type of mental dysfunction up close made me glad that I was born into a middle-class lifestyle.
Shit has changed now though hasn’t it?
“The game is about to start. I don’t understand who you think I am but I’m not the entertainment for the day. If the game isn’t sufficient to hold their attention, perhaps they should find somewhere else to go that’s more to their liking.”
Parker’s voice was calm but I could hear the thread of irritation in his tone. His words weren’t clipped, but they weren’t as easy as they were when he spoke to me. The way his family always had him on guard often made me question why the hell he kept them around in the first place. He’d just shrug and say he’d know when the time was right to walk away. Parker’s heart was so big I wondered if he felt as though they were going to magically turn into good people. I wasn’t going to be the one to burst his bubble so I kept my mouth shut and out of white folks’ business. Parker told me I was going to be changing my last name to his so I would have to get involved at some point. Dealing with the politics of his family, who clearly would rather I be cleaning the suite than sitting in it like the First Lady, was not on my list of things to do today. After helping with the foundation that bore my man’s name and not his shitty family’s, this was not a battle I wanted to get involved in. And the beautiful part about it was that Parker for damn sure wasn’t going to let me.
Parker picked up the highball glass to his right that had rested on the tray next to his seat. I had to squeeze his hand to lessen his annoyance as he took a sip. With the way he’d been working over-time with helping his players and brokering deals that extended outside of the team and went beyond making money, he hadn’t had a break since we’d gone to Coby and Billy’s Halloween Birthday party for their twins.
Instead of taking the gracious hint that was afforded him, Peter Jr. walked even closer to us bringing him directly into our line of sight. He was dressed as if he were the one who owned the team and had often tried to boss the suite attendants around likehe was. They’d been given strict instructions not to pay him any attention and to run any requests by Parker before they honored them. It was another way that he pissed them off and reminded them they were only here by his grace.
“C’mon. Surely Tina can stand to be apart from you for a few seconds. I know she has other people she knows here besides you.” Even without him fucking up my name the way he did, I could hear the way he was trying to imply that my neediness was the only reason that Parker hung around me. They’d made their confusion on Parker’s attachment to me clear. Parker was never one to spend a lot of time with his biological family outside of keeping up appearances but that was more for his benefit than theirs. It seemed beyond their comprehension that he actually liked me in public as much as he did in private. They had certainly hinted at my being a side piece instead of a main once or twice.
Parker’s thumb was caressing my hand and I badly wanted to look around for someone from the security team. I knew that he was about to embarrass this man and I didn’t know if Peter had the balls to swing or not. Probably not, but I also didn’t want Parker to come out of his place of peace to deal with this. Not right now.
“Are you done?” The question was asked so calmly I knew Parker had been hanging around niggas way too long. Despite how badly I wanted to break the tension, this was something that had to happen. I sat quietly and adjusted the custom woolDesperadosthrow Parker had for each seat in the suite. I’d joked that it was freezing inside one game and they were in place before the next home game.
Love a man of action.
The lights of the room suddenly felt brighter, as though a spotlight had been placed on us. The soft yet firmDesperados’ blue leather club chairs that could heat and cool suddenly feltuncomfortable. I wished that Peter would march his ass back across the custom carpeted floor and out of our space but now that he’d been disrespectful Parker’s grace was gone.
He should’ve just sat back there and ate our food with whoever these people were he brought in here.
“What do you mean?”
The confusion was obvious as he stood over Parker and folded his arms across his chest, a move I’m sure he thought was intimidating. Peter was older than Parker by several years and they looked completely opposite of one another. Parker was taller, blue-eyed and had dark brown, almost black wavy hair. Peter, like his namesake, had dirty blonde hair and lifeless brown eyes. The sun was already beating his ass since Peter’s face had the deep sheen that people got from having work done and his beer belly couldn’t be hidden with the double-breasted cut of his suit. He was the type who felt his wealth and his whiteness were enough to garner him whatever he wanted in life and never tried to be anything more. It wasn’t until things got bad a few years ago that he even took a real interest in their family business according to Parker.
Too late now.
“I mean I told you that I wasn’t doing what it is you demanded.” Jesus I shouldn’t be turned on by how calmly destructive this man sounded but I was. I was just going to say it was a continuation of the desire I’d already felt when he was reminding me of how he ate my pussy off the bone this morning. Or maybe I’d been waiting for him to fuck his brother up for over a year and now I was getting my chance. Either or worked for me.
“It wasn’t a demand; it was a—”
Parker’s hand that held his drink went up and I damn near expected him to toss it in his brother’s face. Instead, it was asilent warning for him to shut the fuck up and thankfully Peter complied.
“And please don’t sit here after you did that micro-aggressive bullshit by pronouncingTiana’sname incorrectly.” He’d kept his eyes on the field but now he’d turned around to face his brother who looked completely shocked to be getting embarrassed in front of me the way he was. I watched him out of the corner of my eye wondering what he was going to say to make an excuse for his behavior.
“You act like I did it on purpose or something, Parker. It’s not a big deal.”
He spoke so dismissively and now I was sure that he was going to be tasting the leather of Parker’s bespoke loafer. I turned to look at who was close by and I caught Franklin’s eye. He was watching the interaction and I was sure he’d already figured out a way to prevent his boss from doing something crazy. One thing about Parker’s guards was that they were even more efficient than Julius was for Beyoncé. Nothing got by them and they took pride in ensuring their boss was protected.
“You did it on purpose. And I’m not going to bother to ask you for a fake-ass apology.” Parker looked toward Franklin before he held up four fingers and then looked back at his brother Peter. “I promised her father that she would never be tainted by any bullshit that came along with being with me. You’re having me break that promise and I don’t like that. Besides, as her man, I won’t ever let someone disrespect her, which was your intent when you came over here trying to flex. You and your guests can get the fuck out.”
Peter Jr. looked as though he’d been punched in the face. His cheeks bloomed with red, his eyes bulged and he had trouble pulling in air. “You can’t be serious.”
