Page 31 of So Special: Fanatic Love

Yeah, I wasn’t about to sit here and entertain her ass. “Porsha, the house, ride, and money I gave you after I got my contract was more than you deserved. You’re not getting shit else from me, even my damn time.” I pushed my seat back. “From the bottom of my heart, Porsha. Kiss my ass.”

“Zane, I promise you that if you don’t give me what I asked for, you’re going to wish that you did,” she said with a grunt. “And where the fuck are you going? You need to pay this bill.”

I guffawed before my face contorted and I looked down at her. “Bitch, fuck you. You invited me to this muthafucka, so you pay for your own damn food.” I moved from the table and stood beside her. “As far as giving you money, you better do what you do best and suck a dick for some, because you’re not getting shit from me.”

“I reblockedher number as soon as I left the restaurant. I hadn’t really thought about her since,” I told Asher, Mama Lina, and Pop Collin. They came into the den after my explosion.

“Oh no da fuck dat bitch did not!” Mama Lina jumped from her seat. “I don tol dat ho wha da fuck e was ca be if she didn’t leave you alone.” She stomped out of the den. Me and Asher had confused expressions, but not so much for Pop Collin. Seconds later, Mama Lina came back into the den with her purse on her arm. “Come on here. Take me to da bitch house.”

I thought she was joking until Asher and Pop Collin got up. “Wait, you’re serious? She lives in Georgia. Nah, Mama, I’m not trying to have her sue you. That’s exactly what she’ll do too.”

Before anyone else could say anything, the sound of the front door alarm, then small, rushed footsteps were heard. My smile rose when I saw my nephew cut the corner. That little boy andAshan lit up the whole world. They weren’t my kids, but one smile from them and every bad emotion I had melted away.

“Dada!” Ashtan greeted before Asher picked him up to kiss all over his face.

Katniss, Tiara, and Daisy weren’t far behind baby boy. Tiara had Ashan in a carrier hooked on her arm. Katniss moved straight to Asher who wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her in, and slammed his lips onto hers.My boy is in love.

Daisy was sexy as hell today. I loved it when I saw her in her work attire. It was like night and day with her. One minute, she was a hospital administrator. The next minute, she had my dick so far down her throat, I thought her ass was a descendant of Houdini. She was such a complex female.

Her smile was bright before she noticed Mama Lina’s face. “Mama Lina, why you look so agitated?” Daisy asked. Her arms were across her body and her little hip was poked out.

Another complexity about Daisy was her uncanny ability to be super giddy, happy, and crazy all at the same time. I waved my hand. “Nothing, we’re just chilling.”

“Don’t lie to dat damn girl, Zane,” Mama Lina blurted. “Dis boy mama don bumped her fuckin head and I bout to go finish and knock em off. What kinda woman go to da blogs and tell em who her baby daddy is, but ain’t tell da baby first?” Mama Lina slowly looked around the room before she answered her own question. “A hooka ho! Das who! Now let’s fuckin go before I fuck you up, Zane.”

Asher dropped his head. “Daddy, don’t let ya wife beat Zane dumb mama up. Da lady will sue her and by her, I mean me.”

Pops Collin chuckled before he shook his head. “Lina, chill out. First, we need da see how Zane wanna handle it.” Mama Lina was about to say something, but he held his finger up. “Lina, nah you know how far ta go and you bout to go pass dat.” He turned his body toward me. “What you wanna do, son?”

I lowered my head before I rubbed my hand down the waves in my hair. Did this shit hurt? Yeah, but did I want to deal with it? No. “Man, Pop, I don’t want to deal with it.” I glanced up. “I know Porsha and that’s what she wants: a reaction.”

“Wait, your trifling mama went to the blogs and told them that Jackson London is your father?” Katniss asked. “Is that true?” Her eyes were enlarged.

My shoulders lifted. “I don’t know. Honestly, I don’t care.” My head laid back on the couch. “This is the stuff that Porsha Anderson does. I’m sure she got a nice payout.” I was over this shit.

“Aye, all y’all gon somewhere. Let me talk ta Zane,” Mama Lina told everyone. She stood there while everyone filed out of the den.

Asher and Pops Collin squeezed my shoulder. Once everyone was out of the den, Mama Lina came over and sat down next to me. Once she was comfortably seated, she pulled me into her arms and hugged me tightly.

“I don’t know why the fuck that woman hates me, Ma.” That was all I could mutter.

“Baby, dat lady don’t hate you. She hate e self,” Mama Lina said softly. She pulled back from the hug, then used her hands to cup my face. “Look here, God don’t make no mistakes. Everything, includin dat lady bein a hooka ho was for a reason. Cause ha loose coochie been too busy, God put da people you needed round you so you ca be great. Like I tell you before, I ya mama.”

“Mama, did you say that lady has loose coochie?” Mama Lina couldn’t be serious even when she was serious. It was a special skill.

With a bright smile, she answered, “Looser dan a goose on some Henny.” She leaned forward, kissed my cheek, then stood. “Come on, I cookin some lima beans and rice.”

She didn’t wait for me to say a word before she left the room. In the short years that Lina Wilson had been in my life, she made more of an impact than my trifling ass mother had my entire life. I didn’t know whether this whole baby daddy story that she sold to the blogs was true, but either way it was messed up. I followed Jackson London’s career my entire life. I’ve played against Jackson Junior and Jamison while I’ve been in the league.

Just as I got out of my seat, my phone vibrated in my hand. I glanced at the screen to see(980) 222-1110. Who the fuck is this?I opened the text, and my blood immediately boiled.

(980) 222-1110: Bet you wished you’d given me that money now. I guess I’ll see if I can get it from your daddy. It’ll be a nice addition to what the blog bitch gave me.

My eyes closed and I took a deep breath.Don’t let this bitch get to you. She is insignificant.

Some Days Later…

I’d been isolated since that whole blog post about Jackson London. The mainstream media had picked the shit up. My agent instructed me to stay low. Go to practice, home, or personal places. That was not a problem, because I didn’t want to be bothered right now. I had to change my fucking phone number because bitch ass Porsha continued to call and text me from different numbers.

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