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“This ain’t the damn NBA. Y’all are doing too much.” The taller one wiped his face again and glared at Jairo who grinned. “You ain’t even that nice with it.”

“We just embarrassed you. Be fucking for real.”

“With that weak ass shit, nah.” He got in Jairo’s face but I stepped between them and shoved ol’ boy back.

“This ain’t that, fam.”

His boy put a hand on his chest fast and tried to defuse the situation. At least he had some damn sense. “Let it go, Dre. Ain’t worth it.”

They both walked off and Jairo laughed. “Pussies.”

I watched them leave the court, snatch up their bags, and push through the exit doors. We grabbed our things and moved to the bleachers on the side of the court. I unzipped my bag and removed two waters, handing him one. After drinking half of mine I wiped sweat from my face with the hem of my shirt.

We sat recovering for a few minutes, watching as another group took the court. It was just after lunch so the gym was filling up, which meant it was about time for us to head out. Too many bodies and too many egos.

"I’m tired as fuck," Jairo said, leaning back on his elbows.

“Shit me too. I barely made it through that last one.”

Our conversation was interrupted by two women who stopped in front of us, both of them smiling too damn big. I already knew where this was going and I wasn’t interested.

"You looked good out there.”

I tossed my chin and focused on the current game but of course Jairo was all in.

“Me or him?”

I chuckled, shaking my head.

“Y’all both did your thing.”

“That’s what’s up.” He nodded.

"You two play here often?"

"When we can.” He stood and walked up on both of them. When one of them dropped her eyes to me, he shook his head. “Don’t waste your time. My boy is very married and very faithful. He’s not interested but I am.”

“His loss.” They focused on him and the conversation continued for a few minutes, ending with Jairo somehow getting both of their phone numbers, promising to let them know when he would be on the court again.

As they walked away, Jairo shook his head, glancing at me with an amused grin on his face. "Your ass is really fucking married. She would have sat on your dick right here in this gym if you asked her to.”

“Probably but that’s not my vibe anymore.”

"Yeah I know and that shit is wild to me but I fuck with it. More for me," he said, leaning back against the bleachers again.

"I don't know if I could do it," he admitted. "One woman, for the rest of my life? That's a long-ass time."

"It's different when it's the right one. Doesn't feel like a sacrifice."

Jairo nodded. "Well, lucky for me I ain’t nowhere near that type of life. Too many options."

I laughed, standing as we were called back to the court for our next game. "Come on, pretty boy. One more game then we’re out.”

"Aight bet. Looks like I got plans later anyway." He sent a text and locked his phone, dropping it back in his bag. I couldn’t do anything but laugh.

Both women were pretty as hell and would have likely been game for whatever I wanted and I wasn’t moved in the least.That further confirmed I was perfectly content with the space I was in.

I also wasn’t going to be that person who pushed all my friends toward marriage just because that was my life. Jairo’s hoe ass damn sure wasn’t ready for that type of commitment and I didn’t want that shit on my conscience. Right now I was about to run through this last game then go home and see how many times I could make my wife cum since I bailed on her this morning.

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