Page 83 of Fumble Into the End Zone
“Kindness tried the same play with her sundress. Ass eating the dress,” Bryce said as we strutted into the training facility.
“Then had the nerve to get mad. Football practice saved her from giving a proper response.”
Bryce and I talked as we walked into the locker room to find everyone standing at their stations. Vick and Stedman’s lockers were visibly empty. Eyes danced around the room as if they were expecting something to go down. The doors boomed open, and Stedman entered the room. We made eye contact, and I danced my brows. He came rushing toward me as I dropped my bag.
“Marcus, I’m kicking yo ass for the bullshit you pulled. You fuckin’ with my happy home because you can’t stop riding Bryce’s dick,” he said.
I turned to Bryce. “It appears I’m riding your dick because I stand on principles,” I said.
Bryce chuckled at my comment. I stood at my locker with my arms folded as the team tried to hold Stedman back. He wasn’t gon’ do shit but bark, per usual.
“Stedman, chill out. You know Bryce is behind this bullshit,” Vick said with his hands planted in his chest.
I peered over at Bryce and performed my signature shrug. Life had been hell for Stedman since he lost his starting position. Now I rocked his family’s home life.
“This isn’t over, Marcus,” Stedman said as he yanked away from a teammate.
Vick took it upon himself to approach me and I remained in my position. The locker room quieted down to be nosey. He entered my personal space, and I smirked.
“What you did was fucked up. His wife is trying to divorce him and take the kids. Breaking up a home is all right to you?” Vick said.
“Right message, wrong messenger,” I said, and Bryce burst into laughter.
Vick bit down on his bottom lip as he backed away. I yelled after him, “Have they thought about marriage counseling?”
“Damnnnn, you cold, Marcus,” Keyshawn said.
Vick rocked his head up and down before pushing open the door to exit. Disrespect and bullying would always bring out the dog in me.
Mia
Four weeks later
“Mia,” Dr. Choice said as I entered his office.
He stood from behind his desk and moved to the couch. “Hello, Dr. Choice, how are you? It’s been a while,” I acknowledged.
With Granny being gone, my podcast taking off, and my new relationship, my time had been stretched thin. I’d rescheduled three times already, but I made it a point to show up today. I folded my dress and secured my seat on the purple couch.
“Let’s open with good news,” he said.
I bunched my shoulders upward and cleared my throat. “I’m in a relationship with a football player and he has a seven-year old daughter I adore. I moved in with him after knowing him for two weeks. He gave me the power of attorney papers for Harley to show his commitment. And we explore sexually,” I blurted in one sentence and then covered my face with his pillow.
“Okay, you said a mouthful. Breathe and let’s explore,” he said in a smooth, non-judgmental tone.
I removed the pillow, ready to defend my decisions.
“Tell me about him,” he asked and I bounced my shoulders with a satisfied smile.
“A sweetheart. A complete sweetheart. He trusts me with his precious gift, and he values my decisions, eats my cooking, gives the best kisses, insists on paying. As a woman, he validates me, and my feminine energy has been unlocked. And the sex. He never says no. I tap his shoulder. He rolls over and takes care of me.”
I danced my feet around in the circle as my mind traveled back to the last bathroom adventure. With my thumb, I ran the charm side to side on my chain.
“Mia,” Dr. Choice called.
“Sorry, what was I saying?” I questioned.
Dr. Choice chuckled at my question as he placed down his tablet. He straightened his tie as he smiled back at me.
