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“You mad?” Aceyn asked as he buried his face into my neck and inhaled. “Huh, Point Guard, you mad, aren’t you?”

“Stop, Aceyn.” I stepped back and crossed my arms over my chest. “Anger isn’t on the radar of emotions I’m feeling right now.”

He stepped back and nodded, making me question if he’d heard what I said. The way he acted at the club wasn’t something I didn’t expect; well, no, that’s not true because Aceyn had shown time and time again that he didn’t give a damn what people thought.

I put my hand out, and Aceyn moved as if he would take it. I shook my head. “Give me your keys, Aceyn.”

“Why?” he questioned, and I mugged him. “Here, man.” He dropped his keys into my hand, and I nodded before turning and walking away. “Where the hell are you going?”

“Home, Aceyn,” I replied as I continued to walk away. The lounge was empty except for the employees, who didn’t seem fazed by what had happened. “I’ll call you and let you know I made it safe.”

“The fuck do you need to call me for when we are going to the same place?” he stepped around me so fast that I bumped into his chest. “Huh?”

“I’m going to my house, Aceyn, the one that I own. Not yours.” I shook my head and waited for him to spazz out. I hadn’t slept in my own bed in almost two months, and while I knew I would miss him, I needed to put a little space between us. I wasn’t used to dealing with behaviors like this and felt a little overwhelmed.

“Nah,” he smiled at me and shook his head. “That’s not happening. We sleep together every night. Where you go, I go.”

“Not tonight,” I denied. “Tonight, I’m going home.” I pointed to myself and then at him. “And you’re going to your house. I will see you in the morning at the medical press release.”

“Why?” he asked, and I could tell from the confused look on his face that he didn’t understand the issue.

“Because, I need a minute,” I answered. “This shit was a lot for me, and even though I know you don’t see a problem with how you reacted, I do.”

“So, you are mad?” he asked with a nod. “Okay, cool. Tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it.”

“What you did wrong?” I laughed. “Aceyn, you pulled a gun on a man in the middle of the dance floor because he was dancing on me.”

“You said you didn’t want to dance with him,” he replied.

“I did, and you know what? I could’ve handled it if he came at me wrong, but instead of letting me do that, you put a gun to the back of his head, and I had to calm you down so you didn’t kill him.”

“Calm me down?” he reared back and twisted his face. “I’m not even mad!”

“Which makes it worse, then,” I sighed and took a deep breath. “You weren’t angry, yet your actions were, which means you’ll do this again.”

“I will,” he agreed as if his behavior was normal.

“Bye, Aceyn.” I stepped around him and continued toward the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I walked out of the lounge and, yet again, stopped walking. His truck was parked outside the door, less than ten feet from me, on the sidewalk as if it belonged there. I walked to the truck, opened the door, and got in. After I started it, I adjusted the seat and pulled off just as he came out of the lounge.

As I drove home, I thought back to how he acted in the lounge; again, I wasn’t surprised. Aceyn was a crash out; hell, all the men he surrounded himself with were, too, so his behavior wasn’t abnormal to them. I would have to get used to it because I knew that even though I was upset and annoyed, I wasn’t going anywhere because I loved him.

* * *

“Hello?” I answered my phone a few hours later. I’d just been able to close my eyes after tossing and turning all night, trying to get comfortable. Not sleeping next to Aceyn wasn’t something I was used to.

“Hey,” a deep voice replied. “I was just checking in on you; I haven’t heard from you in a while.”

I moved the phone from my ear to look at the screen and sighed at seeing Michael’s name. As the director of team and player public development for the league, we saw a lot of each other right before the season started, and then it dwindled to him showing up to a game or two with his wife. Every few months, he would call or text to check in.

“Hey, Mike,” I sighed as I put the phone on speaker, set it on my pillow, and laid back down. “How are you?”

“I can’t complain,” he replied. “The season is about to start, and I’ll be busy, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Same,” I agreed as I closed my eyes. I adjusted the bonnet on my head and pulled the covers to my neck. The smell of Aceyn’s cologne floated in the air, and I ruffed in annoyance because I knew it was just my brain messing with me. “I’ll see you later today, right?”

“Absolutely, and it was the reason I was calling. Are you free to have dinner tonight?” he asked. “Just me and you. We can catch up.”

“I can’t do tonight, I have plans with Aceyn,” I declined. I didn’t have plans, but he didn’t know that. Michael was cool to be around, but he was married, and even though his wife didn’t seem to care that he and I were friends, I never accepted a dinner invite until I knew she would be there.

“Aceyn?” he questioned with a slight attitude. “As in Aceyn Bowlin?”

“Yeah,” I answered, then yawned. “We are dating.”

“Dating?” The anger in his voice was evident, which made me sit up and look at the screen. “You’re dating him?”

“Yes,” I answered slowly. “Why?”

“Legacy, he is a fucking thug–”

“Mike, chill,” I laughed to keep from sounding angry, which was starting to happen. I didn’t like his tone or how he was trying to downgrade Aceyn’s character. I had no idea that Aceyn and Mike knew each other, but I wasn’t surprised since they both worked with the W. But one thing I was not about to do was let Mike disrespect Aceyn. He was a lot of things and maybe a little bit crazy, but he was my fucking man, and I’d go to hell and back for him.

“No, I will not chill out,” he quickly replied. “Aceyn is ghetto trash. The entire team is, if you want to be honest. Pyrite Stone allows him to do whatever he wants, and he’s just the team doctor. And if you want to be honest, I even question that!”

“What the fuck is your problem, Mike?” I asked with an attitude. “You know what? Don’t answer that because if you do and I don’t like what you say, I’m going to tell Aceyn, and that ghetto trash that you have such a big fucking issue with will show up and fuck you up.”

“You’re defending him?” he scoffed as if the thought disgusted him. “You’ve stooped so low for no reason, Legacy. You’re a beautiful and talented woman. You could have any man you want.”

“And I do,” I laughed. “I have the one fucking man I want. Now get off my phone, Mike, because the more you talk, the more I realize how much I don’t like the words coming from your mouth.”

“Now, wait a minute, Legacy–”

“Goodbye, Mike,” I said, shaking my head. I pressed the end button, fell back into bed, and covered my face with my arm. That wasn’t the conversation I expected to have, but I wasn’t going to let it fuck up my mood.

“Aye, who was you in here arguing with?” Aceyn said, walking into my bedroom. I lifted my arm and watched as he strolled into the room, holding a bottle of water and his phone. He looked good in black slacks, a blue button-down shirt, and a pair of black loafers on his feet. His hair and goatee were freshly cut and lined. He wore his signature iced-out black diamond watch and studs in his ears, but the blue diamond L around his neck was new. “Point Guard, you heard me.”

“When did you get here?” I asked as I sat up. “And, how did you get in?”

“I got here last night after you went to sleep, and I used Mercy’s key.” He sat in the chair across from my bed and mugged me. “Now, answer my question, who the fuck were you arguing with?”

“That’s breaking and entering,” I sighed as I shook my head. “That’s illegal.”

“Call the police, then,” he challenged, then sat back and crossed his ankles. “And just so you know, I don’t give a fuck what it is because I told you last night that we don’t sleep apart. I meant that shit. If you’re here, then so am I.”

“You can’t just break into my house, Aceyn.” I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to pee and handle my hygiene. “Women might like that shit in books, but this is real life. I don’t.”

“You know it wouldn’t have happened if you came home,” he said, standing in the doorway as I brushed my teeth. “And I don’t care about no book nigga. You got a real-life stepper behind you; them book niggas don’t have shit on me.”

I rolled my eyes as I kept brushing my teeth. Truthfully, I wasn’t even upset that he’d come while I was asleep. And we both knew there was no reason for me to call the police because it would be someone he knew that showed up. He watched me with a smirk as I rinsed my toothbrush off and put it away. I cleaned my face, turned to face him, and crossed my arms.

“I had a stalker,” I said.

“I killed that nigga,” he said, nodding. I rolled my eyes, and he stepped into my space. “I told you already that I’m here to protect you. You don’t have a reason to be afraid of shit.”

“You kind of talk like a book boyfriend,” I laughed as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Aceyn kissed his teeth and shook his head. “Whatever nigga you comparing to me, stop before I write my own book about a crash-out nigga falling for a WNBA star.” He smirked and nodded. “Shit would sell, too.”

“You think so?” I laughed.

“Fuck yeah, now bring your fine ass on so I can eat before we have to go do this bullshit medical press conference and deal with folks who get on my damn nerves.” He turned us around so I could walk backward and led us out of the bathroom. The back of my legs hit my bed at the same time as he pushed his hands into my boy shorts and started pulling them down.

“I thought you wanted to eat,” I said as I stepped out of my panties. I wasn’t going to complain about having sex, especially since my pussy was throbbing at just the thought of him.

He guided me onto the bed and pushed my legs open. “I am,” he said as he looked down at me and licked his lips. “I’ll be done in time to feed you, too.” He went to his knees and kissed my right thigh before moving to my left. His breath was minty and cool, making goosebumps rise on my skin. “But before I do any of that, I’m going to remind you of the nigga you are dealing with. I’ll show up and show out about you every chance I get.” He kissed my clit, and I moaned. “But when it's you trippin’ and needing reminding that I don’t play, this is how I’ll remind you.” He looked up at me and gave me a sexy smile. “I’ma eat this pretty ass shit and have you throbbing for the rest of the fucking day.”

He kissed my pussy as if it were my mouth, and my head dropped onto the bed. Aceyn sucked on my clit and pushed two fingers into me at the same time. My back arched off the bed, and my hands went to his head. The way he was eating my pussy had me moaning and crying at the same time. He wasn’t letting up, and the louder I got, the harder he went on making sure I understood everything he was saying.

“Baby!” I moaned as my legs started to shake. I tried to push his head away, but he wrapped my wrists and pinned them beside my legs. “Fuck!”

“Give me that nut, Point Guard,” he said, then went back to sucking on my clit. “Wet my shit up, or I ain’t coming up. I don’t give a fuck how long it takes. Give me that shit.”

He let go of my wrist and pushed his fingers back into me, and my head started to spin. I’d never cum this fast or this hard in my life. Usually, Aceyn took his time and tortured me when it came to sex. This time was rough and exciting. My body wasn’t used to the assault on my nerves, and even though I wanted to release, I couldn’t because of the pleasure.

“Oh, you think I’m playing?” he chuckled as he pressed into my clit with his thumb. “I want that nut Legacy. Give it to me, stop being selfish.”

“I can't,” I moaned as I rode his hand. “Shit!”

“Why not, baby?” he asked as he kissed my leg. “You don’t want me to have it? I swear, I’ll take care of you. Just give me that nut. I’m taking care of you, aren’t I?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “I just can’t, Aceyn.” The urge to orgasm was right there; my body just wouldn’t let it happen. “Baby!”

“I got you,” he said. I watched him as he stood, kicking off his shoes while unbuttoning his pants before pulling them off along with his boxer briefs. He loosened the top two buttons of his shirt before pulling it over his head and climbing into bed with me. Even though he wasn’t touching me, my body was still throbbing as if he were. He helped me out of my tank, threw it across the bed, and settled between my legs. He pushed his dick into me and rested his weight on me. “I feel that shit, Legacy. Let it go, baby.”

“I can’t,” I cried.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, and Aceyn put one of his arms around my head and his mouth to my ear. He reached back and grabbed my thigh to keep me in place as he slowly stroked me.

“You can't let it go because you don’t trust yourself to let me love you,” he said into my ear and kissed it. “You scared of me, Legacy?”

“No,” I moaned. My phone started ringing, and I grabbed it, swiped the screen to send it to voicemail, and threw it off the bed. “No, Aceyn.”

“Then why are you holding back, baby?” he whispered. “Trust me to take care of you and what you need. I got you for life. Let that shit go so I can nut, too.”

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “Shit,” I hissed as I felt my pussy start to throb harder.

“That’s it, baby; I feel you starting to let go,” he coached me. “That’s my good girl. Pretty ass girl got my fucking head gone. You know that, don’t you?” he kissed my neck then nipped at it. “Let me in, Legacy, stop fighting this shit. I told you I wanted your mind, body, soul, and heart. You got that shit from me. I’m yours. I ain’t got shit if you not next to me.”

“Aceyn,” I moaned as my heart started to beat faster.

“I feel you,” he whispered. “You starting to let go; that’s what I need from you, baby. What do you need from me?”

“I-I-I,” I stuttered.

“You need me to declare my love so you can hear it?” he questioned, then chuckled. “I thought I was showing you, but if you need the words, I can do that, too.” My pussy clenched faster the more he spoke. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you know you have my heart. You’ll never want for anything. You won’t have to ask for it because your soul has already told me your requirements. I’ll never intentionally hurt you.” His strokes were perfectly timed, and the head of his dick pressed into my G-Spot. “I’ll nourish your mind, feed your soul. Support your spirit. Calm your storms. Challenge you to be better, to do better.” He groaned in pleasure. “You are a masterpiece created for me to worship and praise. And I’ll do that every chance I get. All I’m asking is you trust me. Trust me with your mind, body, and soul, Legacy, because that's why I was put on this earth. I keep telling you – easy or hard way – but truthfully, this shit is easy. Loving you is easy.”

My body got hot, and I moaned louder.

“Easy way,” I cried. “It's always been the easy way.”

“Then cum, baby,” he said into my ear. “Cum for me.” My body started to shake, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. “That’s it. There it goes.” He sped up his movements. “Let that shit go, Legacy; let me get that nut. I swear it won't be your last, and I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you feel like this.”

“Aceyn,” I moaned as I orgasmed.

“That’s it,” he grunted and moved faster. “That’s what I needed. Give me that shit, with your fine ass. I feel that pussy choking my shit. That’s it.” He lifted my leg higher on his back. “Fuck, Legacy. Shit, you feel too fucking good. I swear, I’ll kill for and over you, baby. You got my heart.” He bit into my neck again. “I love you, you hear me?”

“Yes,” I cried.

As he slammed into me, his pelvis tapped against my clit, making me cum again. I squirted all over him with no shame. Aceyn braced his weight on his forearms and pumped through his own release. When he was done, he lifted, kissed me passionately, then pulled back and smiled down at me.

“We about to be late for that work shit,” he said, then kissed me again.

“Why?” I sighed.

“Cuz now I’m about to fuck you,” he said, then started moving again. My body reacted to him moving, and I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist.

“Baby.”

“Nah, not this time,” he chuckled, then kissed me. “This shit about to be nasty, call me Hood.”

* * *

“Legacy, you okay?” Pyrite asked me a few hours later as we stood, talking to a few of the other players. The medical press release was new in the W, and while I didn’t truly understand why it was needed, I was here.

“Yeah, why?” I replied. I turned slightly and bit into my bottom lip to keep from moaning. Aceyn had made good on his promise about having me wanting more throughout the rest of the day. My body had been on fire since this morning, and no matter how I moved or sat, the pressure hadn’t let up.

“You keep wincing every time you move,” he answered, and my face reddened. “You look like you’re in pain.” He pulled me to the side, away from the other women. “Do I need to get Hood to look you over?”

“No,” I answered quickly and laughed. “I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?” he asked, and I nodded. He narrowed his eyes at me and then shook his head. “Nah, I don’t believe it. You spend too much time in the damn gym as it is. You probably pulled something, and your stubborn ass won’t admit it.”

“Pyrite, I’m good,” I said, but I could tell he didn’t believe me.

“Nah, nope,” he denied. He put his hand on the small of my back and directed me toward Aceyn. “Let that nigga look you over to make sure.”

We approached Aceyn, Xoey, Mercy, and Givens, standing near the back of the room.

“Aye nigga, do your fucking job and check out your woman,” Pyrite said once we were close. “She’s limping and wincing every time she moves.”

Aceyn pulled me to him, and I rested my forehead against his chest. I could feel him chuckling as he wrapped his arm around my waist. “My nigga, trust me, she’s cool,” he replied, then kissed the side of my head. “I checked her out this morning a few times.”

“Then why the fuck is she moving like that?” Pyrite questioned. “The season is about to start, and I can't have my point guard out because she overdid it and needs to rest.”

“Oh, he’s slow, I see,” I heard Xoey say, then laugh.

“Xoey plus twelve, what are you talking about?” Pyrite asked, then kissed his teeth. “I know you got them voices going on, but sometimes, you gotta inform the rest of us about what they say.”

“This doesn’t have shit to do with the twelve and everything to do with my friend being good. Her nigga said she good; trust me, she’s good.”

I moved to stand next to Aceyn and tried not to laugh. I wasn’t embarrassed that Xoey realized why I was moving the way I was. We’d been friends long enough, and she was the most observant person I knew. If anyone would figure it out, it would be Xoey and Mercy.

“Right,” Mercy laughed. She patted Pyrite on the shoulder and shook her head. “Sir, let it go. She’s good. Trust me.”

Pyrite grilled them, then kissed his teeth and shook his head. “I was just with her, y’all wasn’t. She’s in pain–”

“She’s thoroughly fucked, sir,” Xoey sighed. “That’s why she's standing like that. Your boy put it down before she got here, and her body hasn’t calmed down yet.” She rolled her eyes when Pyrite turned his attention from her to us. “Now, we all know that you’re in your feelings because of the baker, but you gotta get it together and realize the obvious.”

“Fuck the Baker,” he grunted, then kissed his teeth again.

“Nigga, if you took the ankle monitor off her ass, she just might,” Xoey sighed. “You got that woman working this shit with that on.”

“Shit gonna stay on, too, cuz she ain’t getting away from me,” Pyrite said, then shrugged. “Not now, not ever.”

“You a cold nigga,” Xoey laughed.

I looked around the room for the woman they were talking about, and when I noticed her, I immediately knew she was the person they were talking about because she was dressed like a chef. She was beautiful with her dark brown skin and curvy shape. Her eyes were locked on Pyrite, and he returned the glare. She mugged him, then flipped him off and left the room.

“She still hates your ass,” Aceyn said, laughing.

“She better be happy I uncuffed her from that fucking chair,” Pyrite said, then shrugged. “She can hate me all she wants, shit doesn’t matter because she’s mine.”

“Okay, Mr. Dark Romance,” Xoey laughed, and I couldn’t help but join in. “I can't wait to see how y’all love-hate story unfolds.”

“Xoey plus twelve, why the hell are you even here?” Pyrite sighed. “This is supposed to be for players, press, and behind-the-scenes people for the W.”

“Nigga, I’m here as the press,” she said, then flashed her press badge at him. “I’m the reporter today.”

“That explains the hair,” I said, nodding. Whenever Xoey was in character, she changed her hair. The Chef wore a short pixie cut. The reporter wore box braids. Very few people knew she had a head full of curls that she kept hidden under wigs.

“Exactly, now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go work,” she said then walked away. The further she got from us, the more her demeanor changed, and we all saw the moment she went from our friend to one of the voices taking over.

“Sometimes, I question my own sanity when she’s around,” Givens said, and we all looked at him confused. “She legit is crazier than everyone we know and yet is the sanest simultaneously.” He looked at us and shrugged. “She’s either crazy, or we are, and right now, I’m leaning toward the latter, and I don’t know how to feel about that.”