“You’re mighty persistent, but I’m not telling you shit.”
“Fine. I guess I’ll stress myself out all day, racking my brain trying to figure it out.”
“Good luck.”
I rolled my eyes as he parked the car, got out, and came to the passenger side. He helped me get out, and we held hands as we approached the building. When we arrived at my office, we exchanged a long kiss before he wished me a good day and left.
A few minutes later, I was seated behind my desk, preparing to start my day. I’d placed my bag with my laptop inside on thefloor next to my desk. I bent over to retrieve my laptop, and when I sat up again, my heart almost jumped out of my chest.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked angrily.
“Are you with him to taunt me?” Ambrose asked.
“Excuse me. Do I know you?”
“Cut the shit, Nyomi. You know who the fuck I am.”
“Nah, nigga, I don’t. Get the fuck out of my office before I call security.”
“Oh, I see. You finally found a daddy for that bastard you birthed and lucked up finding one with a little money. No, wait. That’s not it. You’re fucking him to make sure that talentless lil nigga has a spot on the team.”
“These accusations are insane, especially coming from a nigga I’ve only met once.”
He charged toward my desk, swiped his arm across the top, knocking almost everything to the floor. He looked at me as if I were next, and I grabbed the first thing I saw, which was a letter opener, before moving behind my chair. He charged toward me and shouted, “Bitch! I will end your ass!”
“Nigga, have you lost your mind?”
It was Kilo’s voice, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Ambrose turned around, undoubtedly surprised, and Kilo immediately punched him in the face. Ambrose stumbled, but didn’t fall, and a fight ensued.
I knew not to try to stop them, and since Kilo was giving Ambrose the ass beating he deserved, I waited a few minutes before I called security. By the time security arrived, Ambrose had lost what little fight he had.
“Get this nigga out of my sight!” Kilo spat.
“Do you want me to call the police, sir?” one of the security officers asked.
Kilo looked at me, and I nodded. While the security officers did their jobs, Kilo came to me, took the letter opener from my hand, and moved the chair to the side.
“Are you okay?” he asked, pulling me into his arms.
“I’m fine. He didn’t touch me.”
He stepped back, moved his hand to my waist, and looked into my eyes.
“How long was he here? What did he say?”
“A few minutes after I arrived, I looked up, and he was there. He accused me of being with you to taunt him or to get Nyeem on the team.”
“And the nigga threatened you. I hate this happened, but he just gave us a reason to end his contract.”
“Good. I hope he takes his ass back to wherever he came from and never comes back to Black Elm. What are you doing back here?”
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out my phone.
“You left this in the car, and I’m glad you did.”
Ambrose was arrested, but his bail was posted shortly after. He was immediately let go from all coaching duties and prohibited from coming back to campus after he’d cleaned out his office.
I wanted to put the situation behind me and forget he existed, but I refused to let him off that easily. He’d probably only get fined, but the public humiliation he’d receive would be worth my trouble. There had already been some rumblings about it on social media, but nothing from the bigger sports bloggers.
