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games played

Jessica

The moment we pull up into Tek’s apartment, I frown. It’s so quiet… usually on game night, there’s is an obvious party happening with not only music blasting loud as hell and a shit ton of people pooling in and out wearing sports jerseys of the teams playing that night, but there’s usually yelling, beer cans cracking, guys laughing, girls hanging around trying way too hard to impress, but tonight there’s nothing.

Don’t get me wrong, I know I missed the past couple of ones because I would rather spend my time getting my back beat in my mans, my mans, my mans instead of being around nigga that smell like testosterone and buffalo wings any day, but I know he didn’t invite me over to this dead shit…

What the hell? Did he cancel?

As annoying as the parties were, they were lit like a mother fucker even though all I did was stay for the game and bounce my ass back to the house after because I know after that they were going to be fucking around with the girls that came, and I wanted no parts of any of they dirty asses trying to hit on me. They have in the past, and it’s only left they ass with broken teeth and hurt feelings.

“Seems there is no party,” Frank mutters and I cock my head to the side.

“Yeah… I guess so,” I frown and I take his hand, going over to Tek’s place, but I can feel with each step he’s growing more pissed by the second. I glance over to Frank who is scowling before he cuts his eyes to me.

“So you know where this asshole stays by heart…” he grunts and I want to smile as butterflies enter my belly at his jealousy…I’ve never had a boyfriend who was THIS jealous for me…this shit the truff!

“I’ve only been here during game nights and st?—”

“Never again.” He cuts me off.

“Never again what, baby?”

“You’re not allowed to come here without me ever again… or any man’s home.”

“Allowed?” I cock my head to the side and he doubles down ten toes on that mother fucking statement raising a brow.

“I didn’t fucking stutter, mutter, or utter shit. I said what I said, Jessica. You heard me and youwilllisten.”Damn why is he so fucking… UUGGGHHHHHH my boyfriend is so hooottttt!

“Fine, but in return you’re not allowed to be alone with a g?—”

“Done.” He eyes me and my heart is playing patty cake, but I’m giddy. When he mentioned going to a girl’s house, I about lost my shit, but I think I kept it together and not only that, but I don’t even mind him being here…I’m actually quite happy he’s with me.

“Then it’s a deal,” I beam and he leans over, kissing me on the cheek.

“Deal,” he murmurs and I try to keep from skipping as I march us over to Tek’s place, wearing my Jalen Hurts jersey and blue jeans while Frank wears a white blouse with his back out that shamefully shows the scratches on his back from the tub session…Ughhhh why are they so deeeepppp?!I should have made him change!!!

Along with the backless blouse, he’s wearing a stylish all black long skirt with combat boots. His snowy white hair is in a ponytail, accentuating his sexy ass jaw line…damn he’stoo pretty to be real.

When we get to the door, Frank leans on the wall with his foot up, and I stand at the door alone. I knock and we wait a beat before the door swings open, and there Tek is in casual clothes and a gold chain, looking flustered.

“Jess!” he whispers breathlessly. “I… I didn’t th-think you would join.” He looks me over.

“Oh… uhm… well… I wasn’t but… you know…” I trail lamely off, not knowing what to say. I usually never miss a game night, but now that I’m regularly getting my back plowed through the mattress, I don’t have time for this! I hate to bethatfriend, but my dude looks like Gojo and got the plug for horns and tails and shit… like fucking hell I’ma pass that up just to sit on a couch with niggas that I can barely stand on the field.

“Either way, I’m glad you could make it, Jess, and…” the smile on his face dies and he narrows his eyes, glaring over my shoulder when Frank places his boot down hard, drawing attention before he stands over my shoulder. When neither of them say anything, I get an awkward feeling.

“Tek, you know my boyfriend Frank. Baby, this i?—”

“I know,” Frank’s voice drips with venom as his hand slides low around my waist,too low,as his fingers press possessively into my hip.

“O-oh… well uhm… I’m glad everyone is acquainted,” I smile awkwardly and they just eyeball each other, mean mugging the entire time.

“Yeah,” Tek looks away.

“So where’s this party you invited my girl to?” Franks raises a brow and I turn to look at Tek with the same question on my lips.

“Yeah, Football Monday is usually way more… uhm… hype than this,” I awkwardly laugh, looking inside and tilting my head when I do see stuff out for a game, but it’s a much smaller quantity. Tek scratches the back of his neck, going red…