“Okay. It’ll be more competitive and demanding, but Nyeem doesn’t strike me as the kind of young man who would agree to anything he couldn’t handle. You raised him well.”
“I know I did.”
“So, tell me why there was a shift in your entire being during that phone call, and I’m pretty sure you already knew what he would say. I noticed the same shift at our meeting.”
The man read me well, and I didn’t like it.
“Football is dangerous,” rolled off my lips because it was the only lie I could think of.
He chuckled. “It’s cool if you don’t want to tell me, but thank you for not talking him out of it.”
“Lord knows I wanted to, but that’s not the kind of mother I am. I have to go.”
I tried to walk past him, and again, he stopped me.
“Wait. I need to ask you something.”
I folded my arms across my chest and put all my weight on my left leg.
“You’re my son’s coach now, so if your question has anything to do with us being anything but professional, save your breath.”
“My face has been buried between your thighs, my beard has been soaked in your essence, my tongue has stroked the walls of your pussy, and my dick probably shifted your uterus. We’re past the point of being professional, baby.”
It was as if he was speaking directly to my pussy. She was screaming for his attention, and if I didn’t get the hell away from him, he’d catch on and give her what she wanted.
“What is it, Kilo? I have to go.”
“How many times did we have sex?”
I narrowed my brow as I processed his question, trying not to appear offended.
“You don’t remember?”
“I have a number in mind, but I wanted to see if your number matched mine.”
“Kilo, can you please get to the point? You’re confusing me, and I need to get ready for work.”
“I was pretty sure we had sex three times, until I checked the room before I left and found two used rubbers and one unopened one.”
“I’m positive we had sex three times, Kilo. Did you forget to wrap up?”
“We fell asleep and?—”
“Shit! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“I had no way of contacting you because you ran away like a scared little girl.”
“Nigga, ain’t nobody scared of you. I had somewhere to be,” she lied.
“Sure, you did, but regardless, I didn’t have your number. I tried to tell your mean ass after the meeting the other day, and I don’t have to tell you what happened then. To prove my point a little further, if I’d known you were Nyeem’s mom, I would’vegotten your number from him to let you know you might be carrying my seed.”
“You wish. Have a good day.”
She adjusted her bag on her shoulder and strutted away, and I watched until she disappeared inside the building. I briefly wondered how she had access to the facilities, but another phone call pulled me from my thoughts.
“Wassup?” I answered.
“I touch down this afternoon, and I’m staying atBlack Elm Suites. I can meet with you and the AD to go over the contract tomorrow,” Ward said.
