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When we get to the drop off entrance, I go to get out, but he wraps his hand around my wrist, voice shaking.He really doesn’t want to let go.

“Baby?”

“I… I don’t want to be without you, Jessica.” My throat closes and I try to open it to say something, but the sound comes out like a strangled sob…

“I’m going to miss you, baby,” I tell him, blinking back tears. He slams out of the car, comes out, and pulls me into his arms tight, capturing my mouth in a kiss.

“I love you,” he whispers. “I love you so fucking much. You go out there show them how the number one football player in the game does it, then come back to me… okay?”

“Okay Daddy,” I sniffle and he kisses my eyes, drying my tears before he grabs my bags from the trunk, putting them on a trolly. After that, he and I just hug for what feels like eternity and it feels so good until he pulls back and crouches down, glaring at my pussy.

“Andyou!”he speaks with venom. “You behave!” he growls, curling his lip, and my mouth drops open, shook then a mother fucker because…did this nigga just tell my pussy to behave?! Sir!!!!

A bunch of people stop to stare, and I groan because why the hell is this man like this?!

“Frankgetyomotherfuckingassup!” I grit through my teeth but he just keeps glaring and in response, my pussy quivers, making me double over and moan.

“Ugnnn!” I shudder, insides pulsing as Frank curls his lip, standing before he pats it hard with a sigh. I pant when it finally calms down.Jesus… this man even got my pussy listening to him! Lord almighty, since when can a bitch be that sprung?

“Think about me every chance you get, okay?” He kisses me again.

“You know I will. You better do the same.”

“Little Baby, you might as well call me the People’s Champ from how hard I’ma be beating my dick thinking about you.”What?!I giggle at this nasty mother fucker and muff his head.

“Eww, stop,” I chuckle, going over to the trolly he placed my things on, waving and blowing him a kiss. “I love you! See you when you I get back!” I call out and he stands there with tears in his eyes, waving, making my heart ache.

“WHEN YOU GET BACK I’MA TAKE LIKE THREE… NO FIVE OR SIX OF THEM PPP LOANS!” he shouts at the top of his lungs when I go to enter the airport and I groan.This man is out of his fucking MIND!

“FRANK!” I grit out and wave bye to him, pretending I didn’t hear his nonsense and see he’s still crying with a wet red face as he wipes his tear on the back of his arm.Aww he’s so adorable!He’s really going through it…I hate that!Hopefully I can finish this up soon and surprise him.

Frank is always doing things for me, but this time… I have the time and resources to do a little something for him. As I go to check my bags in, my plans start to take shape.This will be perfect.Frank won’t even be able to use his phone because the area he’s going to be in will have bad service, so I can do this perfectly and he would never suspect me!

Yes!

Once I check in and go through airport security, I exhale, still feeling a little down, yet excited. This is exactly as Bebe said… it’s the opportunity of a lifetime and during my off week too, so this was meant for me! I just know it.

I go to text my girls, heart full of adrenaline and anxiety, but still glowing from that kiss. I head to my gate, and I’m about halfway there when I seethem,and I stop dead in my tracks.

TekandDuval ass.

Just standing there, and I curl my lip, remembering the coach did say two others were invited as well. I didn’t even ask who since I was way too excited to care about someone else, but I see where I went wrong. See, God don’t like ugly, and now I’mboarding the planeandsitting in between these two mother fuckers like this is some type of cursed reunion.

Fuck…

Normally, Tek going to anything I’m involved in would have hyped me the fuck up, but he won’t even look at me, and Duval, while he not the dookie booty asshole he once was… I still don’t like him, so I ignore all attempts of him trying to start a conversion with me and close my eyes until we get to get to Alabama.

“Damn,” I mutter, dragging a hand down my face. “This is going to be a long ass weekend.”

frank

The night before…

I slam my fist into the wall, splintering it. I should be able to go with her… I should be wearing a cheer outfit with her number on it while sitting in the front bleachers and cheering her on like a damn idiot while she lights up the world.

But I can’t.

If I go, I’ll hurt her, and even though I know that my heart feels like it’s being ripped out.