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He didn’t. I was two million percent agreeable to being fucked when we got to the house…
“Are we leaving?”
“Yeah, I’ve been mentally getting you out of that dress since I pulled up at your spot. My patience no longer exists.”
"Patience…” I laughed and glanced at the table. "I don’t think you understand the meaning of patience?"
“Trust me, I do, otherwise everybody in the restaurant would know that you understand the difference between good food and good dick.” He walked up on me and bent his neck, grinning. The weight of his dick pressed into my stomach and had mine tensing in anticipation.
“Yeah we probably should go.”
He chuckled, stole a kiss, then guided me to the door. The only thought I could fully process was common sense wasn’t common because I was about to let this man tear my world apartknowing it wasn’t likely that he was going to stick around long enough to help pull it back together.
Chapter 12
Omiri
It was early as hell and my body was dragging. The past two months had me relaxed and it was time for me to get back on schedule so I would be game ready in the next couple of months. My sleep schedule was all fucked up and I wasn't eating like I needed to, which was going to have to change. I didn't know what that would look like when it came to Avi and Makari.
The two of them moved into the top spot on my list of priorities but the new contract offer on the table that I hadn't signed yet because I was in the process of switching agents meant I had to get my shit together. Two hundred forty million for four years was enough to reevaluate my priorities. They were guaranteeing me two hundred thirty-one million with eighty million sign on. I was perfectly content with this being my last contract, but if that were the case, I needed to show the fuck up and show out for these next four years, which meant being on my game.
I dropped my head back, giving myself a minute to get my mind right before I headed into the training facility. I had conditioning then I would probably have to get with Coach to go over the new plays, which meant this was going to be a long ass day.
My phone vibrated from the passenger seat and I grabbed it, grinning at the text that came through. A photo of my baby smiling at the screen.
Makari: She missed you this morning.
Me: I'ma pull up later. Kiss her for me. Did her mother miss me last night?
Makari: Nope, she was too busy checking Love Lock for suitable matches to pair with once baby daddy gets tired of being exclusive.
My brows slammed together and my fingers were moving across the screen fast as hell, but I back tracked and deleted my original thought of “I wish the fuck you would” because there wasn't a chance in hell I was going to get tired of her or that damn pussy. Not enough to risk losing it by fucking with another woman who would never measure up.
Me: I feel you. I was on that same energy last night. Send me their profiles so I can let you know if they're being legit or gaming you.
Makari: There is no way in hell I would even consider that!
I chuckled.
Me: Why, you don't trust my judgment?
Makari: I don't trust you not to threaten them to stay away from me. My options are already limited.
Limited as fuck. You only have one option…
Me: Aight, do your thing, big dawg. I'm ’bout to head into the training facility. I'll pull up later.
Makari:
I got out, grabbed my bag out the backseat, and was on my way to the entrance when Vanessa hit my line. I had a meeting with her later so I answered, knowing it would likely be quick with her just reminding me.
"Yo…"
"Our meeting is at four; don't be late."
I grinned, nodding even though she couldn't see me. "Chill, I'll be there."
"Don't tell me to chill, Omiri. You have been very irresponsible with your time management lately. You missed?—"
