Page 26 of F*ckin’ With Me

Some Time Later . . .

“It’s another big win for the Augusta Chargers! They’re going to the big time!” The announcer’s boisterous yell over the stadium’s intercom system got the crowd even more riled up. The stadium was already wild and almost out of control.

A lot had changed in Simonette’s life. The biggest thing was her last name. On her and Daylen’s year anniversary, he proposed to her in a big way. She never saw that for herself, but she was happy the universe did. They were married months ago, and it was all the buzz in the media.

Rissa married her boo, Wesley, whom she met on the weekend of Lanette’s failed wedding three years ago. They had a one-year-old son, Weston, who was the cutest little boy that anyone had ever seen. He loved Auntie Sim.

“Yes! Yes!” Simonette jumped up and down in the box that she sat in with her father-in-law, best friend Rissa, Wesley, their son Weston, and Simonette’s father. Simonette was so proud of the Chargers. The team worked hard for their wins.

Robert and Declan clasped hands and hugged each other.

They met at the cookout that Daylen had to introduce Simonette to her father.

Since then, the two fathers had gotten close.

It was beneficial for Robert when he went through his divorce from Simone.

She was served with divorce papers at a brunch with her sorors.

Simone was outraged and blamed everything and everyone but herself.

She attempted to take Robert for everything he had, but over the years, she forgot that she’d signed a prenuptial agreement.

Based on the terms, she got the house, her car, and a payout of $2,000.

Her lawyer was baffled about why she would sign that type of agreement.

Simone would never tell him that, at the time, she was willing to sign anything to lock Robert in.

The problem was that she never foresaw them getting divorced.

As a result of the divorce, Lanette took her mother’s side and cut all ties with her father.

Simonette, of course, took her father’s side.

She didn’t want to cut ties with her sister and mother, regardless of how they treated her.

They, on the other hand, gave Simonette a final fuck you and cut ties with her.

She was sad about their decision for a short time before she got over it.

It was all right to disconnect from people who meant you no good, regardless of whether they were family or not.

Lanette rebounded from her relationship with Justin rather quickly.

She met a lawyer who she and her mother had set their eyes on.

That time, she ensured that she really did get pregnant.

The problem was, unbeknownst to her, he had no interest in being with her long term.

He certainly didn’t want to have a child with her.

Then she was a single mother of a two-year-old daughter whose father paid his child support, but that was as far as it went.

As for her ex-fiancé, he found his happiness with Jessica. They were married three months after the Maldives meltdown. They were in love and happy with three children. Lanette tried to ruin Jessica’s reputation, but that fell apart when it was revealed that Lanette lied about her pregnancy.

Simonette and the family headed to the tunnels after a while to meet Daylen and Rashad after the game and their interviews.

Rashad’s little thing with Samantha ended long ago.

She got attached, and he got disinterested.

When she talked about leaving her husband to be with him, Rashad told her that she was tripping.

Samantha lost her mind for a second, but she found it when she was served with a restraining order.

“Baby! You did it!” Simonette darted over to her man and jumped into his arms. She passionately kissed his lips. “I’m so proud of you.”

He smacked her ass. “Thank you, baby.” His lips went to her ear. Her father was too close, and he didn’t want him to hear his nasty words. “You gonna let me smut you out tonight as a reward?”

Simonette blushed hard. Over the years, she’d become a sexual goddess who fucked like a porn star. Because they lived together, their day started and ended with him inside of one of her orifices. She accompanied him when he had away games at his requested demand.

“That’s not something that you ever have to ask me. My body is yours,” she told him. She meant that from the bottom of her heart and pussy. Daylen was the man who kept her heart and her pussy happy.

If you told Daylen that, one day, he would fall in love with the to-herself, dorky girl that tutored him in college, he might have called you crazy.

Back then, he felt she wasn’t in his league.

Then she turned into the entire league. It was a league that he committed his life to.

He’d taught her what it felt like to fuck with a nigga like him.

What he didn’t expect was Simonette to teach him that fucking with her was the real prize.

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