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We needed three yards. I squared Kellen and sprinted left and secured the fourth down.
“You were lucky. But you still ain’t shit,” Kellen yelled as I moved back to the line of scrimmage.
After the defense set, I gave Bryce the nod, and he knew what to do.
“Bubble gum, Atlanta, Atlanta. Hike,” he said.
I hit the inside slant but paused midway and cut back out to the sideline. Kellen couldn’t re-adjust in time to catch me. Bryce released the ball, and I tracked it in the air. It landed in my hand as I stepped into the end zone. With my tongue protruding out the side of my mouth, I hit a hard but slow body roll.
After the game, the media team tapped me for my first after the game interview and I knew I had to make it count. I exited the locker room with Bryce shaking his head. He knew what to expect, but no one else did.
I woke up this morning, ready to get back to Houston and to several text messages.
Wifey
MARCUS ALLEN, are you crazy? Why did you put our business on TV and on my daddy’s network?
Lifting from my pillow, I smiled. She finally saw the press conference. I had one agenda last night with the mics in my face, claiming my woman. Mia’s stock was high with her talent, brains, wealth and connections. By the third question, I was annoyed. The media tried to pit me against Vick, and I followed Bryce’s lead and shut the shit down. I flipped on USPN to see my interview being aired.
“Mr. Allen, how do you feel about Vick Landry getting the catches?” the reporter asked.
“We are a football team. Bryce leads, and he feeds the ball to whomever he deems will help the team win.”
“Mr. Allen, how will you celebrate the team remaining undefeated?” a different reporter asked.
“Tonight, I’m going to call my daughter and add to our bedtime story, the Wide Receiver and the Princess. Tomorrow, I’m going to lie up next to my woman, Mia Robinson. Check out her podcast, by the way.”
“Mia Robinson, as in, the daughter of the USPN owner?” the reporter clarified.
When my phone flashed, I read Mia’s message again and greeted her.
Me
Good morning, baby.
Although she texted me an hour ago, she must have been watching her phone because the gray dots appeared.
Wifey
I’m going to good morning you all right? My parents are losing their minds. You know what, COME HOME and fix this.
Me
You miss me. Did Harley make it to school this morning?
Wifey
Why wouldn’t she? She is wearing her favorite color today. Purple makes her brown eyes pop. You should have seen her... But you’re getting off subject, Marcus.
Me
I’ll take care of you when I get home, baby. Thank you for holding down everything this weekend.
Wifey
MARCUS
Thinking about her thick thighs hardened the tip of my dick. Those athletes on her podcast be lurking. I cleaned up and headed to the team bus in front of the hotel, satisfied with my actions.
