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Tasting her, being inside her, encouraging her, watching her thick, pretty ass come unglued on my dick… ten out of ten unforgettable experience.
She’d had my ass so damn comfortable I was in the room snoozing it up while she was sneaking pictures for the internet, and sneaking out.
Rori was already gone when my alarm went off to wake me for my flight back to Connecticut to get back into the game for the week. I hadn’t even known about the picture until I was on the plane for the short trip, finally giving some attention to the notifications taking over my phone.
The fact that the picture wasn’t posted on her page anymore was, to me, evidence that she’d just been having a moment, and evidence that this internet shit wasn’t really her speed.
Not the gossip train.
If it was, she would know that deleting the post didn’t matter. It had already been screenshotted and disseminated from hundreds of sources by the time she realized she didn’t actually want the attention it would bring.
Honestly… I was a bit concerned about her mental state.
All that shit, and it was her birthday?
Very chaotic.
And to me?
The largest blame fell solely at her fiancé’s feet.
“Do you know ol’ boy?” I asked Kevion, already suspecting the answer.
I mean, everybody knew Monty. He was a highly-skilled defensive end with multiple championships under his belt, the most defensive player of the year awards in the league, and one or two overall MVP nominations, which weren’t easy to come by. If I couldn’t say shit else, he was a problem on the field, getting on my goddamn nerves every time I had to protect my quarterback from him.
He was a household name.
I couldn’t say that I knew him, though.
“We were all in college together,” Kev answered, knowing I meant on a personal level. “We met because Sierra and Rori became friends.”
“But he’s not your friend?”
“I… wouldn’t characterize our acquaintance that way anymore,” he said, choosing his words carefully in favor of being diplomatic. “He switched up, and I don’t really like how he gets down, so I keep a respectful distance.”
Oh.
Okay.
Not neutral at all.
“So if I take her from that nigga…”
Kevion sighed. “This isn’t my business at all, you know?”
“Noted.”
“Let me say this though… on more than one occasion, I’ve had to be talked down from putting my foot up his ass,” Kev said. “Rori is a regular over here, pretty much family, and it’s just… too many tears lately, you feel me? She’s upset, which gets Sierra and baby girl upset, and… I’ll say this. There haven’t been any community tears today.”
“Heard you.”
Loud and clear.
We ended the phone call, and my phone chimed a moment later with what I noted was the direct contact info for Rori, which I opted against using right away.
It sounded like she was in decompression mode anyway.
Instead, I spent time running through my task list for the day, which I’d prepared on the plane. It was Tuesday, and I had to be ready to hit the ground running at an early hour tomorrow morning, in preparation for Sunday’s game.