Page 8 of Intentional Foul
Malcolm
I twisted in my seat to put my eyes on my woman, but she stood and secured the bag I bought. Panic traveled through me at the thought she could be meeting someone else or leaving. Tonight, I planned for us to relax and talk about us after the game.
“Jhae,” I yelled from the bench, drawing a few of my teammates’ attention.
Those big brown eyes landed on me, and we glared at each other for a second.
“Where are you going?” I mouthed.
Audacity laced her face as she scanned my body as if we were enemies. She chuckled and turned away instead of answering my question.
“Jhae,” I called again.
Chasity’s mouth parted as she observed the interaction. She tapped Jhae, but my woman refused to address me.
“Jhae,” I said again.
I received no answer or acknowledgment, and it heated my core. Gripping the top of the cushioned folding chair, I attempted to move it out of my path but Marquise secured my arm to pause my motion.
“Bro, you need to chill out and check back in the game,” he said after he chuckled. “Mom is gon’ kill yo ass when she finds out.”
Jhae’s refusal to answer my question raged at both ends of my emotions. One side of me panicked from the unknown of her whereabouts, while the dominant parts of me demanded control. After the whistle blew, my brother pushed me back onto the floor. Peering up at the scoreboard, we were under two minutes before halftime. Right now, I didn’t give a fuck about this pretend ass basketball game no one put any effort into playing. I’m thankful the fans voted me in, but right now, I'd rather be following Jhae’s slim-thick ass.
Bane checked the ball and moved it over to half court. He passed it to me, and I shot it from the three-point line then turned before it connected. The crowd yelled as I jogged down the opposite end of the court. Marquise shook his head once we made eye contact. He knew I was pissed the fuck off. The buzzer sounded, signaling half time, and I scanned the seats again, but Jhae hadn’t returned.
“She is coming back. Chill out before you run her off. You already kissed her,” Marquise said after he wrapped his arm around my neck.
Like before, he guided me through the gray tunnel to the locker room instead of the concession stand.
“I need you to take one for the team,” Marquise smirked as I continued. “Entertain the friend. I need to keep an eye on Jhae tonight, and she’s already on some bullshit.”
“I have no problem handling the best friend. She fine and I have plenty of condoms,” he said after releasing me from the neck grip.
We entered Nevada’s visitor locker room. Coach didn’t address the team, instead, people were discussing their plans for tonight.
“After the game, I’m going club hopping. The club has been sold out for weeks. The private rooms upstairs will be in full swing,” Anthony said as he slapped hands with Kyle.
He spat out a recipe for disaster and was too dumb to realize it. Mom taught us early how to protect ourselves and our brands as young millionaires.
“Marquise, what’s up? You hanging?” Anthony questioned.
“No, sir. I have my entertainment for tonight,” Marquise said.
Anthony and I glared at each other, and he knew not to ask me that stupid-ass question.
“Count me in,” Clark said as he slapped hands with Anthony.
We will add yet another child support case to his already five kids, not counting the case he is currently battling.
I removed my phone from my bag and found Jhae’s name.
Me
I would like your attention when I call your name.
“You are full of it, Pete,” someone said.
I lifted my head to find him grinding the air next to Clark. Refocusing on my phone, a message came through.
