Page 45 of So Special: Fanatic Love

“Cool! We can set that up. I would formally like to meet them, too, outside of whupping their team’s asses,” I jested.

Jackson burst into laughter. “You didn’t have to do them like that. Oh, this is going to be interesting. Three sons that play for three different teams.”

A tingle went through me at his reference to me as his son.I am someone’s son.It felt weird to have these boyish feelings of wanting my dad to like me at the grown age of thirty. “Um, how do you want to handle this as far as the media is concerned? This story is going to span past the blogs I would think.”

Jackson’s face contorted. “What do you mean? You’re my son. I just found out and we’re working on building a relationship. All that other bullshit they can get those answers from someone else.”

“You don’t care dat people say you paid his mama off?” Asher asked the question that was on my mind. I felt like I would care if the shoe was on my foot.

Jackson shrugged. “How would you like me to handle it, Zane? By honestly responding to the questions that would throw your mother and my ex-wife under the bus? While I don’t give a fuck about my ex-wife, I do give a fuck about Jackson Jr. and Jamison and how it would affect them. I’m alright with allowing people to speculate as long as you know the truth.”

“I’m cool with that. I never really cared about what people said or thought about me in the media. Now, if you want to throw Porsha under the bus, I don’t mind being the driver.” I hated that I hated that woman, but the fact remained that I now hated her.

Jackson snickered but said that wasn’t what we were going to do. She would want us to include her in this so she could be a part of the story to make a buck. You don’t willingly hand a shovel to a gold digger.

That was cool with me. I hadn’t thought about it like that. Jackson seemed accepting of me being his biological son. That made me feel wanted in a crazy way. I’d never felt wanted by a parental figure. This was a new feeling for me. Only time would tell if it was genuine.

Pre-Season Game Time…

“I’m happy that your coach changed his mind about letting you play for the first preseason game,” Daisy commented from beside me as we ate dinner at a popular restaurant in Washington, DC. I asked her to come to the game with me and she agreed.

Asher’s family, including Katniss and Ashtan, were also going to be in attendance. The day that I told Daisy I wanted her to stay with me, we moved her in. She claimed the move was only temporary, but I begged to differ. I kept to my word about not fucking with her unless she wanted me to. All I had to say about that was she wanted me to the next morning.

I liked her in my space. Something that I learned about her since she had been staying with me was that she could cook her ass off. With everything that happened with Mason, her job allowed her to work remote permanently. It was refreshing to come home to see her on my balcony working some days. She successfully found her own slither of peace in my space and on my dick. A little over a week after she moved in, she let me take her out to dinner, publicly.

The blogs had a frenzy with that one. I thought she would trip about it, but she didn’t. I was doing everything in my powerto make sure she knew that I wanted, cared about, and would protect her.

“So am I. He knew that it would be a problem to not put me on the field.” Coach Arrington knew better than to bench me. A major component of his mind change was the not one but two restraining orders that were filed against Mason. One from Daisy and another from an ex.

Leave it to the blogs to find that out. When the coach got wind of that, he decided to bench Mason under the morality clause in our contract. That sucked for him.

Daisy giggled. “You’re so damn cocky, I swear. Why are you like this?”

I leaned over into her personal space. “I’m not cocky, baby. I’m just sure as hell that I’m that nigga when it comes to this football shit.” When my lips extended to hers, she met me with hers.Yeah, she’s about to be mine, mine.Kissing me in a place with eyes on us.

With the restraining order, they put me and Daisy on a different flight. From what I heard from some of my teammates, Mason was furious about Daisy being here and her being with me. He would be alright though.

Our lips parted but not the closeness of our faces. The sexy smirk that rose on her face had my brow high. “Since you have to be at the stadium before the sun comes up, can I get the dick tonight?”

“You damn right you can have this dick whenever you want it.” I pulled money out of my pocket, flaked off three hundred dollars, and threw it on the table. Our bill might have been one hundred and twenty dollars, but I wasn’t waiting to get that shit. Tonight, I planned to fuck the uterus out of Daisy, then go out on that field tomorrow to help bring home a win for my team.

Bringing homethe win for the Cougars was done with little to no effort. It was post-game, and I had a few interviews that needed to be completed. I was about to start my last interview. I saw Katniss and Daisy off to the side of me on the sidelines.

“Are you ready to start the interview, Mr. Anderson?” a reporter from a Charlotte new station asked.

In the heat of the moment, something came over me. I told her to hold on before I ran over to the sideline. Katniss and Daisy looked at me like I was crazy. I grabbed Daisy’s hand, then turned to run back over to the interviewer. Daisy resisted a little but not enough to stop from coming with me. In my mind, this was the best way to make a proclamation that Daisy Simone December was mine and only mine. I pulled her into me, sweat and all from my uniform.

“Oh, wow. We have a full house.” Her focus was not on me and Daisy. It was behind us which prompted me to turn around.

I had to double blink. My father and two brothers stood behind me. Since our initial meeting, we all met and have stayed in constant communication. Me, Jackson Jr., and Jamison had a fucking GroupMe together which was crazy. I just knew there would be animosity because I was the fucking love child. Well, whore child, because there was no love between my father and Porsha. She was simply a ho that he fucked on.

“Wh-what are y’all doing here?”

Jamison smiled. “Shit, you think we were going to miss our big brother’s first game? I mean, you can play a lil bit, big bro.”

I laughed with my head held back. “Yeah, I bet you wasn’t saying that shit last season when we beat that ass for free.”

We moved toward each other, then hugged. The interviewer zealously came over with her cameraman ready to ask questions. She more than likely felt like she was about to get an exclusive right now. The media had been a buzz about it being proven that I was Jackson London’s biological son.

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