I took a long shower to get my hormones in order and handled my hygiene before emerging from the bathroom.Opening the bedroom door I found the common areas empty. Yaseer was sitting on the balcony smoking a blunt, peering at the beautiful ocean view.
“This shit is almost as serene as you,” he complimented before taking a long pull from his blunt. “You want to hit it?”
“No thank you, I don’t smoke.”
He nodded and exhaled the weed smoke. Even that gesture was sexy to me. Yaseer stood and walked back inside, and I followed behind him. “I have an early flight in the morning.”
“I guess that means you trying to go to sleep. I’ll be quick in the bathroom,” he noted.
“I’d appreciate that,” I bubbled, going to grab the cheesecake for a slice.
I devoured my cheesecake while calling my boys on a group FaceTime call.
“Yoooooo,”Lil Q entered the call first.
“Are you at home?”I questioned the moment I noticed his bedroom in the background.
“Yeah.”
“You’re supposed to be staying with Jury and Tech while I’m out of town,” I rolled my eyes.
“I went and ate dinner over there, but I’m sleeping in my own bed. I don’t need a babysitter. You gotta let me grow up.”
“Wassup mama,”Quincy came on the phone with a big grin on his face.
“Hey Quincy. What got you smiling so big?”
“I been waiting for you to call. Look at this,”he turned the camera around, and I spotted a large black duffle bag sitting on his bed along with a fresh pair of cleats, a jersey, and a stack of other team-branded gear still in plastic.“Yaseer Haynes had a whole gear drop delivered to my apartment. Hat gloves, even a custom jersey with my name on it like I already signed.”
The joy in his tone was a complete juxtaposition from when we spoke the night that video went viral. Quincy flipped the camera back to himself and, the cheshire grin matched his tone as he read the card. “The Rays offered a Luxury Suite at any home game, plus a private workout.”
“That’s amazing,”I clapped, excited to see Quincy in good spirits again.
“That’s not even the best part, Ma! Yaseer Haynes personally sent me an apology letter. Had my stats listed out and everything, like he’d been watching me the entire season.”
“See, I told you not to sweat what that fuck nigga had to say. You are a fucking beast once that bat in your hands,”Lil Q encouraged his brother.
“Q, do you have a shirt I can sleep in?”Jameera’s voice in the background caught my attention. Lil Q’s face instantly dropped; he knew he was caught.
“Lil Q!”I screeched.
“You straight?”Yaseer questioned, stepping out of the bedroom.
“Who the fuck is that in your hotel room?”Lil Q inquired.
I quickly hung up the FaceTime call and texted his ass.
Me: I know you don’t have Jameera staying the night at my house while I’m out of town! You didn’t need a babysitter, I wanted you with Tech and Jury because yo ass always up to something.
Lil Q: Nah, you not slick. I heard a nigga in your hotel room and it wasn’t Pops.
Me: UGHHHHHH! Go take Jameera home!
Lil Q: Just as soon as you take that nigga in your hotel room home.
Me: Wait until I get back home!
Lil Q: Make sure you don’t get pregnant while you down there being grown!
