“Bitch, you got me fucked up. Ain’t shit dirty about my dick. I don’t know what kind of niggas you used to fucking with, but I ain’t him.” My anger got the best of me, and I called her out of her name. As soon as I finished my statement, I regretted it.
“Real class act. Bye Devin. If I was you, I would go and get checked out lil nasty.” She hung up and I was pissed. When I looked up, the whole locker room was fighting back laughter.
“Damn, Mercer. We knew you was a savage, but we ain’t know you was out here raw dogging hot pockets.” Nock was cracking a joke, but I really wasn’t in the mood for it.
“Says the nigga who pays for pussy from stripper bitches. Worry about yo own dick!” Snatching my towel off the bench, I ignored their laughs and walked out of the gym. First, I went to the office of our team physician, but he didn’t have the screeningkit available, so I had him make a few calls to a private specialist we often used for secrecy. Not even waiting, I jumped in my car and headed straight there.
The crazy part about all of this was I hadn’t fucked a bitch since the night I saw her at the game. If I had something, I’m sure my dick would be leaking by now. When I pulled up, I jumped out and went inside not needing to disguise myself. This was the reason we had the clinic in place. I didn’t have to worry about running into outside people. When I walked inside, the receptionist smiled, but I wasn’t in a friendly mood.
“How can we help you today?”
“I need to see the doctor. Someone should have already called and let them know I was on the way.” She went to typing on the computer taking her sweet time, and I was getting aggravated.
“What’s your name?”
“Devin Mercer,” I said voice laced with annoyance.
“You played a really good game today. I was cheering so-…”
“Can I see the doctor or what?” Clearing her throat, she went back to typing.
“What’s the reason for your visit?” This bitch was pissing me off.
“To get my dick checked. Now, if you don’t mind, can you call the nigga out here.” She turned bright red but did what I asked. Moments later, I was walking in the back. I pissed in a cup and then I had to go through the excruciating process of him sticking this long ass q-tip in my piss hole.
Twenty minutes later, I was thanking the doctor, and getting my negative results printed out. I could have texted her the picture, but I was pretty sure from how she was acting her ass blocked me. It was cool because I was doing another pop up on her ass and she was gone have to see me. Every chanceshe got, shorty played me out, but this time she was dragging my name through the mud. She could keep pretending it was all about basketball, but it was time for Blaise to quit hiding behind sports and tell me what her real issue was.
****
Getting off the plane, I rushed to my car. I didn’t even pack a bag I was ready to have this face off with Blaise, but now the shit had turned to something deeper. When I opened my phone, my OG was texting me back to back and her knowing what was going on only told me one thing. Blaise had leaked the shit to the press or brought it up on her segment.
Driving like a bat out of hell, I went to her segment and pressed play. She was going in on me harder than she’s ever have. Hell, today I was a bum that’s wasting the league’s money. Blaise even went as far as to say I need to go back to the hood where I belong and want to be. Shorty was dogging me out badand that shit had me hot. I made it to her studio in record time, and I jumped out of the car.
I walked in the news station like I belonged there. I could tell everyone was shocked and knew it was about to go down. Their faces wore those ‘oh shit’ looks, but nobody said anything. I locked eyes with her assistant Tyla, and she just nodded her head towards the back. Luckily for her, they wouldn’t hear what was about to go down because her office was damn near on the ledge it was so far from the studio. It was the only one back there, so that told me what the station really thought of her. As soon as I walked in the door, I went off.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? You think this shit a joke?” If she wasn’t brown her ass would have turned bright red. Jumping up, she closed the door before walking in my face.
“I see you’re not only slow but you’re desperate as well.” Her chest was heaving up and down as if she was the one pissed.
“That shit must taste real good to you.” Blaise looked at me confused.
“What shit?”
“The dope or dog food your ass smoking. I let you have yo lil fun talking shit about my game, but when you leak to the press that I have an STD that’s where the fuck I draw the line.” She threw her hand against her chest as if she was clutching her pearls.
“Oh, so you don’t mind the world knowing you’re incompetent, but nasty and incompetent is where you draw the line.” Pulling the papers out of my pocket, I slammed them into her chest.
“No, lying on a nigga’s dick is where I draw the line. Why the fuck would you do that shit?”
“Why would I leak this, Devin? You forgot my shit clapping as well.”
“Ummm, I don’t wanna hurt your feelings, but if you read the paper, yo lil pussy clapping all by itself.” I waited on her to read it over and saw the realization the moment it hit.
“I don’t understand.”
“Maybe you married to the nigga with the nasty dick.” I know I was being petty, but she was doing too much.
“Get out.” Even though she was pissed, I expected something else other than that. Hell, even an apology would have been nice.
