Page 25 of F*ckin’ With Me

All those years ago, when he told me that if I ever needed anything, to reach out to him, I knew he was just saying what felt right in the moment.

He never meant it, and I knew that. When I called him, I had the mindset that all he could do was say no.

Well, he didn’t say no, and it was time for me to embark on a new chapter in my life.

“So, what’s next when we get back to Georgia?” I asked him. My nerves were getting to me. I knew he said that I was his woman, but what would that mean in the public eye?

He finally pulled out of me and climbed off the bed.

“The fuck kind of question is that, Sim? You’re my woman, so that is that.

When we get back stateside, our pictures will be released by my publicist to announce our relationship, with our story.

I need you to understand, when you’re fucking with a nigga like me, I’m locked in.

You’ll learn that before you know it. Now, let’s get up, take a shower, and let them change the sheets. ”

I watched his naked back as he called housekeeping to change the sheets then walked into the bathroom. Locked in was what I wanted to be. Daylen said what he said. Based on what he said, I was fucking with a man who stood resolute on being locked in with me.

A Very Short Time Later . . .

Back In Georgia

“Simonette, I had no idea that you and Daylen Verse were in a relationship. Wow!” Carlton stood next to my workstation with stars in his eyes.

When we all got back from the Maldives, Day reached out to his publicist to tell her to wait a few weeks before she released the pictures.

He wanted to give me time to digest that people would be interested in who I was as a person, so the pictures were released the day before.

He was transparent about people questioning why he was interested in a female like me.

He was expected to be with a video vixen type of female, not a woman who was a dork, for lack of better words.

I was fine with that because I had been judged all my life.

I stopped the sexual assault kit that I was working on to give him my attention.

I was annoyed that he wanted to discuss that when it had nothing to do with our job.

I never talked about my personal life before, so why would he think that I would start?

“That’s kind of the point of privacy, Carlton.

I don’t like to be in the spotlight when it comes to my personal life. ”

“Damn, with all the documentaries and news broadcasts that you do, I would think that you did. Speaking of which, I got another call about the documentary that you are doing in a few weeks,” he let me know.

It wasn’t uncommon for documentary production staff to contact my boss to verify certain information with them.

I rolled my eyes. “That is a different kind of spotlight. When it comes to my profession, I love to educate and help. You should know that. I keep my personal life and professional life separate. My private life is none of the public’s business. For clarity, you are the public.”

His head jerked back. “Oh, wow! I thought we were at least friends.”

“When have we ever been more than colleagues? I don’t recall you ever inviting me to do anything as friends,” I said. “When you invite others in here out to lunch, I’m always left out of the invitation,” I pointed out.

One thing that I picked up during my weekend in the Maldives, and since spending time with Rissa and Day, was how to stand up for myself. Rissa said that getting dick would do that for you. I had to agree.

I’d had so much sex with Daylen since the first time.

After practice, he spent his time at my house, or I was at his.

Sex didn’t hurt anymore at all. My dick sucking skills had improved substantially.

He also introduced me to back shots the past week.

I hadn’t gotten the hang of riding just yet.

His dick size would take a little more time getting used to before I went that route.

Carlton stood there and stared at me like a lost idiot.

He didn’t walk off until I went back to the kit I was working on.

I didn’t like people questioning me about my relationship.

Yesterday, Chichele asked me if I wanted to go to lunch with her.

We’d worked together for over four years, and she’d never asked before.

I nicely declined her invitation as well as any in the future.

I stayed at work for a few more hours before I left to go to Rissa’s house. I loved her aura so much. It felt amazing to have a real friend. She lived in her childhood home, which was beautiful. She was her mother’s twin.

“Hey, girlie! I got the wine,” I announced when I walked into her house. “I’m going to take a quick shower. Pour me a glass.”

Rissa stood in the kitchen behind the island. She held something up. “I got the charcuterie board. Hurry up, Sim. You take forever in the damn shower.”

“Whatever! Just pour me a damn glass.” I waved her off. I tittered when she yelled that dick had me cursing.

Rissa’s guest bathroom had the best showerhead. I wasn’t sure how long I was in the shower before the glass door opened. I spun around to see a naked Daylen. The corners of my lips turned up. He is so damn sexy.

“Can I take a shower with you?” he asked in the most salacious tone. He didn’t wait for an answer before he walked into the shower and closed the door. His steps led him right to me. “I think you’re ready for shower sex.”

The next thing I knew, my back was against the wall, and his dick was inside of me. “It feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

My fingernails scratched his back while I rocked my hips. We discovered that my nipples were a spot of mine. He made sure to suck and scrape my nipples with his teeth when we had sex. It guaranteed an orgasm or three every time. We weren’t going to talk about when he ate my pussy.

“Tight ass pussy,” Daylen mumbled into my ear. “You know I’m gonna be on your little ass for life. You done fucked up, giving me your time, pussy, and letting me work on getting into that heart.”

Daylen was different from what I thought he would be.

When I found out that he was a professional athlete, I assumed he would be a man whore.

Well, he kind of was, based on our put-it-all-on-the-table conversation when we got back to Georgia.

He had a lot to put on the table, as far as his sex life.

I only had a few aimless dates. I thought he wouldn’t be able to turn all of that off.

His first game was soon, and I was surprisingly excited. I watched some of his old games. I understood the hype behind his greatness because he was great. I couldn’t wait to see him in action.

We had sex in the shower far longer than anticipated. When we came into the living room, Rissa had the meanest mug. “Y’all are fuckin’ nasty as hell. How do you come in someone’s house and have sex? Both of y’all have houses to do that shit at.”

My cheeks flushed over. “I’m sorry. It was his fault.”

“Damn, you just throw your nigga under the fuck bus?” He pulled me onto his lap and tickled me. I never knew that I was ticklish until we started talking.

Rissa rolled her eyes before she told Daylen that she would get him a beer. She also let us know that Rashad was on the way over. It was crazy that Rashad was still messing with Samantha. I guess she felt justified since her husband cheated on her like it was a sport.

Daylen stopped tickling me then kissed my lips. “Rissa, stop playing with me. Wasn’t it you that had that Charlotte nigga in my house the other day at my cookout? Y’all disappeared for a little second.”

My eyes widened because she definitely went into the bathroom with her beau to get her back blown out. Her words, not mine. “Daylen, how about we not have sex in her house, and she won’t have sex in yours.”

Daylen held my gaze for a beat. “Sim, when you fuckin’ with a nigga like me, I’ll get that pussy wherever and whenever. Is that a problem?”

My thoughts floated around in my head as my eyebrow peaked.

My head tilted at the man I wanted to be with for a very long time.

In less than a month, I’d managed to fall in love with him.

I wouldn’t tell him that just yet. “No, that’s not a problem at all.

I’m quickly learning what it’s like to fuck with a nigga like you. ”