“I bet that lil cat is leaking after that call.”
“Tyla, focus. Meet me in the bathroom.” I didn’t want to take the chance going myself even though I had a bathroom in my office. A million people would have tried to stop me and discuss what just happened, but I didn’t have the time. Running in the stall, I removed my panties and threw them in the garbage. They were soaking wet. I couldn’t believe Devin still had that effect on me. I know them bathrooms in college hated to see me coming. Ugggghhhh!! And what the hell did he mean he will see me soon?
****
“Bend over.” I looked at Garrett like he was crazy.
“What are you talking about?”
“Your last segment was sexy as fuck. I love when you get riled up like that. It reminds me of when we first met.”
“I didn’t know I still turned you on. You seem to find every whore in the city of Chicago to screw, so you can avoid doing me.”
“Blaise don’t do that. You know I love you, and of course I’m turned on by you; I made you in this image. I just have a big appetite. Now, do as your husband said and bend over.” Nodding towards the door, I motioned for him to lock it. Garrett was right, this was what I signed up for, and my life was good. Lonely at times, but good. However, I didn’t give a fuckabout him being turned on. My pussy cat was still begging to be touched after Devin’s call and I needed to release. Walking around the desk, I hiked my skirt up, and bent over.
Coming up behind me, Garrett pulled his dick out, and pushed inside of me. Replaying the call in my head, I let Devin’s voice vibrate through my body and in twenty seconds flat, I was cumming all over his dick.
“Damn, that’s right. Cum for daddy. I know you be missing this dick, that’s why you all riled up.” I rolled my eyes and continued to throw it back, so he could hurry up and nut. Garrett was full of shit and we both knew it. He was only in here trying to fuck me because of Devin’s call. This was his way of reminding me that I was his and I wasn’t allowed to tell him. I heard his message loud and clear and got me some relief as well. I was winning even when I was losing.
6-DEVIN “THE MERCENARY” MERCER
Three men in the paint. One on the line. Fake right, go left.My mind was in a zone, but in the midst of me about to take a contested three, I heard Blaise’s words in my head. Stopping, I threw the ball to my homie Nock who was wide open. Pulling back, he sunk the three in with ease. Doing his signature move, he ended it with a point at me.
Hustling back to the other end of the court, I kept my mind on the ball. Not the players, the big round thing that bounced along the court and through my veins. I didn’t have to learn players and their ways because I knew that ball like I knew every being in my body. Normally, I wouldn’t attempt to stick defense, but I was in mode today.
Timing it correctly, I stripped him of the ball and shot it down the court to Nock. Seeing the way he grabbed it; I knew what he was about to do. Taking off down the stretch, I watched him send it against the backboard allowing me to catch it and dunk that bitch in. The crowd went crazy, and we both did our signature moves. There was no way Blaise would be able to talk shit tonight.
The rest of the game went the same. Me showing the fuck out while also including my team. I recorded my first triple double tonight and I’m not gone lie, it felt good. I saw the reporters speaking to every player, but me. They was avoiding my ass like the plague. Knowing I wanted to send a message, I walked over to Dena Cruz. I respected her and how she moved, so I chose her.
“Nock you scored a season high of thirty, do you think it has anything to do with Mercer giving up assists tonight?”
“That, and just the feeling of playing at home. It’s nothing better than that.”
“Yes, but-…” Nock interrupted her.
“No buts. We had a good game as a team, and I’m about to go enjoy it. Have a great night.” She was trying to get him to talk shit about me, but he wasn’t biting. When I saw he was done, I stepped in front of the camera.
“So, you don’t wanna talk to me?” I could see the strained look on her face, but what was she going to do? We were live.
“I was about to look for you. Impressive game tonight, Mercer. You got a triple double that shocked all of us. How does it feel?”
“It feels good to know you all were shocked. The triple double was not shocking. I know what I’m capable of and I know what I can do. Now, you all do to.” I looked at the camera and smirked as I licked my lips.
“What changed? Your game is usually the same, but tonight, it was a different fire in you.”
“Blaise.”
“As in a blazing fire?” Looking at the reporter, I almost cursed her slow ass out.
“No, Blaise Monroe. I wanted her to see it’s different things I can do with my balls. It’s on her to let me know when she wanna see the other shit I can do.”
“Mercer, we’re-…”
“I know, we’re live. That’s the point. I wanted her to know I’m coming.” Smiling, I walked off and went to the locker room.
“You wanna go out with us and have drinks? We all heading out in a few.” Nock was looking at me and I could tell he was on a high.
“Naw, I’m go to the crib and watch highlights on the game.”
