Page 78 of Full Court Press

It was cool to be loved like this, though.

Once we made it out of the locker room, Brendan escorted me to the middle of the court where a chair sat. I could hear the crowd cheering and saw my family’s faces. Some of them were smiling, the others just watching.

Suddenly, the lights shut off, and then the recess lights lit up. It was partially quiet as I frowned, wondering what the fuck was going on.

Then, the Viper dancers appeared on the court wearing all black and stood in position with their heads down.

The beat to Beyoncé’s “Dance For You” queued, and a woman with a partial mask and a glittery romper with strings hanging and some super-tall heels appeared. On cue, the ladies moved in sync while the leader of the pack moved closer to me.

If this was the way they wanted to honor me, I wasn’t mad at it. I held back my smile as I watched her move gracefully, bend, contort, and hit every beat with precision.

It wasn’t until she came closer that I noticed those lips, eyes, and ass.

Piper? What the. . .?

She circled the chair, throwing her leg over my shoulder, and running her palms down my chest.

The fucking press was going to have a field day with this shit she just pulled.

I could feel her lips tickle my ear as she whispered sweetly, I love you. She then came back into view and bent over in front of me, and I swear to the universe, I wanted to take a bite of that round motherfucka.

Piper was baiting me.

I told her she had to earn this dick, and she tried to seduce me in front of thousands of fans, my teammates, and my family.

She wasn’t playing fair, and I kind of commended her for her bravery in making this grand gesture in front of all of these people.

When the song ended, she blew me a kiss, then hurried off the court with the dancers following behind her. The whole time, I had to will my dick not to rock up and embarrass my damn self.

The lights switched back on, the crowd went wild, and I was handed a small trophy and a hat. When I looked over at my family, they held curious looks on their faces, but one face didn’t look pleased at all.

Anais.

While Piper kept it respectful and tasteful, I knew Anais was jealous. She hated for any woman to be close to me who wasn’t family. I knew I would have to hear about this once this was over.

We headed back to the locker room with ten minutes left before we began the second half.

“Dawg, I’m fucking jealous. That was some king shit they put together for you!” my teammate, Steven, announced once we made it inside.

“I don’t know who authorized that, but I don’t think that shit was a part of the plans tonight,” Coach said. “It was nice, though,” he added. Everyone agreed as my gaze fell on my best friend. A sly smile lifted on his face because I was positive he knew exactly who that was.

I told him about Piper and everything that occurred between us, even the marriage.

I shook my head and looked down at the imitation trophy, eyeing the words imprinted on it.

Khalil Grey

M.V.P: Most Valuable Penis.

I chuckled and put it in my gym bag before the conversation shifted, and I got back into player mode.

The car ride was silent except for Kiyanne telling me about the time she spent with her moms. When she brought up the halftime show, that was when I had to cut her off from talking. Anais hadn’t said a word, but I was sure it was because Kiy was in the car.

We pulled into the gates of my estate in West Bloomfield Hills, Michigan, and got out of the car.

Donnie, my butler, greeted us as soon as we walked inside.

“Welcome home, Grey family and guest. Is there anything you all need for tonight?”