So Special: Fanatic Love

14. Zane

Zane

After Practice A Few Days Later…

I f I could go back to a time when I didn’t give a fuck about all females, I might have been a happier man. I didn’t know how I slipped up and let Daisy get into my damn heart. How the hell did a fuck thing turn into me trying not to run this bitch Mason over in practice. Mason was only twenty-three and new to the league. More than likely, he had that whole ego of all women wanted him. Most newbies had it.

You add this Daisy situation on top of my alleged father reaching out to my agent to set up a paternity test, and I was over the last week. I was shocked when I got the call. Based on the narrative that the blog released, it insinuated that Jackson London wanted nothing to do with me from before I was even born. Why would he care about whether I was truly his son? Jackson was a legend in the professional football league. His sons Jackson Jr. and Jamison were big ass deals too. I’ve played against them more than once.

I went to the testing facility two days ago to have my blood drawn for the test. I gave my agent’s email and number when it came to the results being issued. From what the laboratory told me, Mr. London wanted them rushed therefore we should have an answer within two business days. We would see how that turned out soon.

“Aye, Zane, don’t fuck dis man up and risk ya career. I know you mad and care bout Daisy, but dis ca be handled on some smooth shit.” He reminded me of that when Katniss first told us about it and every day since.

It was the end of practice, and everyone was in the locker room. I always showered in the locker room so I could immediately relax when I got home or could run errands after practice if needed. After I finished my shower and dressed, I waited for Mason to gather his things to leave. “Mason, can I have a word with you out here for a second?”

His eyes flashed with anger when his gaze fell on me, but he still agreed. The whispers as we walked out were understandable. Mason didn’t tell anyone that I knocked his ass out, but he did infer that we had beef with each other. When we got into the hallway, he immediately asked what was up.

“What’s up with you and Daisy? I don’t like what I’m hearing.” There was no reason for me to beat around the bush.

His face scrunched with a tightened jaw. “What the hell do you mean what’s up with me and her? If you mean, is she still a ho ass bitch, then yeah that’s what’s up.”

Breathe, Zane, breathe. “Mason, let me ask you a question. I know deductive reasoning or intellect for that matter may not be your strong suit. How does not fucking you make her a ho?”

“Man, she’s fucking you, right? I cashed out on her and all she did was make excuses as to why she couldn’t give a nigga time. I guess she was too busy fucking you,” he said. He crossed his arms over himself like a six-year-old kid who was just told that the ice cream truck was out of push-ups.

My head tilted. “Maybe we have a different definition of cashing out, because based on what she said, you bought a few bags, one of which she returned at y’all dinner, and some other meals. You act like you bought her a car or some shit. You still haven’t successfully defended your argument that she’s a ho. Is she fucking a bunch of niggas or just me?”

He didn’t respond immediately. “Man, why the fuck it matter what I think of her? You’re getting the pussy so you’re golden. Shit, let me know when she’s ready to share. I’m willing to do a team bang,” he said obnoxiously.

My stare was blank. “Look, I know you’re on some creep stalking shit. I need you to stop before the stalker becomes the dead. I don’t play when it comes to Daisy. Don’t get fucked up behind mine.” Wait, did I just call Daisy mine?

For a beat Mason stood there silently before he burst into laughter. “You can’t be serious! Please don’t tell me the Zane Anderson has fallen for a ho. Man, I thought you were better than that, Mr. Pimp. You really called her yours. Well, let’s see if she’s still yours when she’s sucking my dick.”

I felt Asher behind me which was good because Mason would need someone to pick his ass up off the floor again. My right fist went to his nose with haste, then my left followed up with an uppercut. Mason had me fucked up. When he hit the floor this time, he didn’t stay down. He popped back up and threw a nice punch. It missed, but it was nice. Before I could throw another punch both of us were pulled back.

“Fuck you, Zane! You’re mad over a ho when you need to be more worried about your ho ass mama and who your daddy is.” Is this going to be the jab going forward? My teammates that held him back pushed him into the locker room.

I would never argue the claim that Porsha was a ho because she was. Her being a ho had nothing to do with me. I casually picked my bag that was on the floor up, turned to face Asher, then asked, “You ready to go?”

Asher stood there with wide eyes. He threw his hands up. “So, we ga ack like you ain’t jus box da man off?”

When my shoulders lifted to my ears with no concern, he told me to bring my ass on. I had no objections to doing just that. Whether Daisy wanted to be with me or not, someone fucking with her on some grimy shit would never fly with me.

“I told you coach was gonna be on ya ass. Mason is a bitch! You told da man you ga kill him and boxed him off.” Asher talked shit, but he knew that he would have done the same.

When I got to practice today the coach benched me for our preseason game coming up. I was surprised it took Mason’s bitch ass this long to tell on me unless someone else did. It had been almost a week since I knocked his nose loose. I didn’t give a fuck about not playing in the first game if I had to be honest.

We were on the way to Mama Lina’s house for dinner after practice. She loved that lately she had a house full of people. My godsons spent most of their time with her now that she was their official childcare. That bitch Charia was dirty as fuck and deserved to sit in jail. Her mother lost her business behind her being a liar and messy as hell.

When I saw Katniss’s new SUV in Mama Lina’s driveway, I smiled. My boy did his big one with that purchase for her. Mason should take notes on what it looked like to cash out.

“How’s Kat like her new whip?” I asked.

“Fat-fat love dat shit. I happy I blacked out dem windows cause she ain’t had that shit a week and I done had to get da seats cleaned.” He spoke in a reminiscent tone that was comical. He turned his whip off before he shifted in his seat to face me. “You ready for tomorrow?”

My anxiety heightened just at the mention of tomorrow. My agent called me a few days ago to let me know that Jackson London was indeed my biological father and now he wanted to meet me. Initially, I told him I wasn’t interested. It wasn’t until I had a conversation with Pop Collin that I called my agent back and told him to set it up. Pop Collin said that I should hear what happened directly from Jackson’s mouth, not the narrative of a blogger or my faulty ass mother.

“How ready can you be at thirty to meet your biological father who is a football icon for the first time? There’s no way to be ready for that. Porsha really did it big with this fuck shit. I appreciate you for coming with me.” I had never felt the amount of hate that I had for my mother than what I felt in the last month or so.

Asher grabbed my shoulder then gave it a squeeze. “You know I got you, bubba. Now come on so we ca go in here and see our girls.”

I kissed my teeth at his words. He always had jokes. “Fuck you, Asher.”

He climbed out still laughing at my expense. As soon as he opened the front door to the house, I heard the excited voice of Ashtan. That little boy did not play about his daddy. I smiled as I walked past Asher and Ashtan. Ashtan paid no attention to anyone else when his daddy was in the room. My attention slid over to Katniss who sat on the couch with a wide smile on her face. “What’s up, Kat, where’s your girl?”

“She should be here soon,” she responded. When I asked her about where she was, she glanced at me, then told me that I could ask her when she got here. I swear these women stay on their good bullshit.

Tiara came downstairs with her son on her hip. “What up, Zane and bubba? Here, Zane, take dis boy since he reachin fa you.”

I chuckled before I grabbed a bouncing Ashan out of her arms. We all had recently decided to call Ashan, Ash, and Ashtan, Kane, since their names were so similar. “Ash, you giving your mama a hard time?”

“Hell yeah he is! E took almost an hour to do dem five simple braids in his hair,” Tiara complained. Ash and Kane had heads full of hair. Tiara started braiding Ash’s hair a little over a month ago.

Ash laid his head on my shoulder like he wanted me to save him from the tyranny that was his mother. He was a real character.

“Leave my boy alone, Tiara.”

When Ash lifted his head with a side lean, I knew he thought I did something magical for him. We all chuckled.

“Za!” Kane finally noticed me in the room. He had yet to get the knack of saying my full name, so he settled for Za.

My smile was wide as he rushed over to me. I held my fist out to him for a bump. “What’s up, Kane?”

He happily extended his fist to meet mine. This was my other little homie. “Wad up!”

We all had trivial conversation as we sat in the den and interacted with the kids. About twenty minutes after Asher and I arrived, Daisy came through the door. She looked exhausted. “Hey, everyone,” she greeted halfheartedly.

“Hey, best friend. How did everything go? Did they give it to you?” Katniss shot off questions that I wanted the answer to although I had no idea what she was talking about.

Daisy’s body fell down into the seat next to Tiara. Tiara wrapped her arm around her and pulled her into a hug. The girls hung with each other when they weren’t busy with their professions. It was clear Tiara and Katniss knew something that me and Asher didn’t.

“Did she get wha?” Asher took the question from my mind. Inquiring minds wanted to know.

The girls looked between each other. They must have been trying to decide who would answer. All I knew was one of them better answer the question. Daisy must have been the tribute since she cleared her throat. “I had court for a restraining order.”

“Daisy, I need you to answer the following question with honesty. Why do you need a restraining order? Who needs to be restrained from you, and why have you not said anything to me or Asher?” I swear this woman had me fucked up a thousand ways from Sunday.

The frustration settled on her face. “Zane, why is it important to you? I’m just a ho, remember? Nothing that’s going on with me should faze you.”

I shook my head before I stood up with Ash who was still in my arms. “Aye, Tiara, get Ash for me. Mama Lina!” I yelled out.

She came into the room seconds later. “Boy, why you yellin my name like dat? Wha wrong?”

“There’s nothing wrong, Mama Lina. I need to ask you something. Can I use one of your guestrooms to have a conversation with Daisy?” I didn’t want to be disrespectful and just slip off into one of Mama’s rooms.

Mama Lina’s eyes bounced between the two of us. She popped her hand on her hip. “You told dat boy about that otha boy botherin’ you yet, Daisy?”

“Well, Mama Lina, I don’t have to now since you just did,” Daisy quipped. “There’s no need to tell anyone anything. I handled it.”

Mama Lina stepped further into the den. “Look, lil girl, if you think dat piece of paypa tellin dat boy to leave you lone gonna stop sumthin den you fool. What tellin Kat and Tiara posta do? All dey can do is call dem people or put dem selves in danga. You got dat man right der who care bout you, and you care bout him. Both y’all stupid as shit wit dis back and forth. Go talk in da room and don’t be ridin in my damn house.”

“Dang, Mama! You bout sicka dem, huh?” Asher laughed at me and Daisy’s expense.

When Mama’s head snapped in Asher’s direction, he shut the fuck up. “Boy, don’t fuckin play wit me. I have a hard enough time tryin to stop you and dis girl right here from fuckin in my house. I seen ya move ya hand out dat girl shirt like ha titty a hand rest. Both y’all got me fuck up!” If she spun any faster on her heels she would have pirouetted.

I took a few steps toward Daisy, then extended my hand to help her up. Tiara nudged her before she took my hand. Her hand felt good in mine, so I kept it there until we got to the bedroom upstairs. She sat down on the bed after I closed the door.

“Tell me what’s up, Daisy. Who the fuck I need to fuck up behind you?” I didn’t have time for the bullshit conversation.

She sat there in a daze for what felt like forever. “Zane, I’m confused why you care. I really am. You were very clear how you felt about me, so why would you fuck someone up behind me?”

This girl is incorrigible. “Let me say this clearly, so we can move past this stupid conversation. Daisy, I like you. I want to be with you and only you. I haven’t fucked with anyone since shortly after me and you started fucking. Someone fucking with you bothers me because you are mine whether you know that shit or not. Now tell me who is fucking with you before I nut the hell up on you.

“I apologize for that fuck shit I said to you. You are nothing even close to Porsha. I was mad that you kept rejecting me but was willing to give that fuck boy Mason a chance.”

The shock on her face irritated me because she knew I liked her. I told her this the last time we were together. She smacked a tear that fell on her cheek away. “Um, Mason has been bothering me. He hasn’t touched me or anything. He’s doing stuff like popping up at my job and parents’ house. I think he’s light weight stalking me.”

My blood was now lava. “There’s no such thing as light weight stalking, that’s first. What did your parents do?”

“The first time he knocked on their door and introduced himself as my boyfriend and asked if I were home. I told him that I lived with my parents, but not that I had a separate residence connected to their house. I guess he assumed I lived in the house with them. My father called bullshit because he knew if Mason was really my boyfriend that he would have known to come to my front door not theirs. My dad told him to get the fuck on. Since then, I’ve seen him sitting down the block from the house a couple of times when I came home. That’s why I started to stay with Katniss,” she concluded.

I took a seat next to her on the bed. “What happened that you felt you needed a restraining order? Not saying that wasn’t enough for one. Did he threaten you?”

“He continued to call me at work and on my cell, so I changed my number. Katniss was the one who suggested that I get the order. My parents all but told me that I better get one. They were going to come back from their vacation last week, but I convinced them not to. Every year they go out of the country for like three months.” She laid back on the bed. My baby’s exhausted.

She gave that nigga her number, but I couldn’t get it. Zane, don’t trip! “You may not like this plan, but I want you to come stay with me.”

She sat back up. “No, that’s not necessary. I’m staying at Katniss’s place. She’s at Asher’s place most of the time.”

“Daisy, if she’s at Asher’s place most of the time, then that means you’re alone in her place. Yes, our building is secure, but I would feel better if I kept eyes on you. You can sleep in the guest room if you want. I won’t fuck with you unless you want me to,” I told her with my hands held up in feigned surrender.

Her brow hitched. “Really, only if I want you to? I find that hard to believe.”

“Contrary to what you may believe, I can have self-control when I want to have it.” My hand lifted then wrapped around her neck to bring her face to mine. “Be clear, for you, I’ll stay in control to get, have, and keep you.”

She didn’t resist when I connected my lips to hers. In fact, she slipped her tongue into my mouth. We’ll see who needs the self-control. I let her know that I would help her bring her stuff up later this evening when we got back to the building.

The ease that was used to convince her to stay with me proved that she wanted to be in my presence. She gave me an apology for her words during our argument before she gave me another kiss. Her stubbornness wouldn’t allow her to make the first move. I didn’t mind making the first move as long as it led to us being together. I also didn’t mind running up on Mason again.

Meeting The Father…

“Calm down, man. E ga be fine. He a man jus like we is.” I thought Asher coming with me would calm my nerves, but it didn’t at all.

We were in the conference room at my agent’s office. Jackson wanted a private meeting out of the potential prying eyes of bloggers and undesirables. He opted to meet me here which was cool. Where we met was not important to me. I just wanted to hear what he had to say. I didn’t expect much out of this meeting.

“Man, you act like we’re not about to meet the great Jackson London. Put aside that he’s my biological father… The man is a legend. He’s been my favorite player since I was a fucking kid and Porsha knew that. Leave it to her to let me obsess over him knowing he was my father.” My emotions were all over the damn place.

Asher tittered. “I feel you. Shit, you’ll feel a way if I ask dat man for an autograph?”

I’d laugh if I didn’t know that he was serious. I punched him in his arm. “Man, shut the hell up.”

Seconds later, the door to the conference room opened and my agent, Cade Briggs Jr. walked in. Jackson London followed closely behind him. Our focus zoned on each other. I picked apart his physical characteristics in an attempt to match them to mine.

Cade had been my agent since I came to the Cougars. I hired him when I felt like my previous agent wasn’t truly working on my behalf. Hassan Glover referred him to me. Cade was also Asher’s agent as well.

“Hey, Zane and Asher. I’ll assume both of you know who Jackson London is. Jackson, this is Asher Kane Wilson and Zane Anderson.” He paused for us to shake hands. “Fellas, I’m just here to formally introduce you all. I’m going to get out of your way to get home to my babies.”

I dapped Cade. “Thanks, man. I’ll holla at you later about that other thing.”

A company wanted to offer me a hefty endorsement deal. Cade said as good as the deal was, he could get them to give me more. That was the kind of shit that made me love him as my agent. My previous agent would have just taken what they offered.

After Cade left, Jackson sat down. “Well, not sure how to start this awkward conversation. Never thought that I would be here.”

“Yeah, I would imagine meeting the son that you threw away for some thousands would be weird,” I retorted. I didn’t realize that I would feel so much bitterness in this moment. This shit was crazy.

Jackson dropped his head with a snicker. I couldn’t explain the expression that settled on his face when his head lifted. “Let’s get one thing out of the way. I never knew about you, ever. When the story came out, I was just as baffled as everyone else was.”

That didn’t make sense to me at all. “So, you weren’t fucking off with Porsha? Is she lying about the payoff or something?”

“Yes, I did have an affair with your mother while I was married. I’m not sure if I would call it an affair more than it was nights of sexual tryst. I was out there when I was in my rookie days and some years beyond. As far as the payoff, yes, that was very real. Like I said, when the story came out, I was baffled, so I went to the only other person that would have answers, my ex-wife. She confessed quite easily when I asked that she paid your mother to go away since Porsha confronted her,” he revealed.

Well, damn! “That’s crazy as hell that she would do something that vindictive. Did she think that you would never find out?” I inquired. This whole situation was sad as fuck.

“I agree that it was hella vindictive. I have to take accountability for the bullshit that I’d put her through while we were married. I was always in the gossip columns and seen out with random females knowing that I was married. In all of the fuck shit I did, this was the first woman that came at her with a child allegation. She claimed your mother was more concerned with the money than me being in your life and you having a father. Apparently, your mother came back to her recently wanting more money to keep quiet, but Paula, my ex-wife, told her fuck her.” Now that is interesting.

Asher sighed. “Boy, ya mama outcha down bad. I wonda what’s so urgent dat she need money so badly.”

“I wonder the same thing, man. Jackson, Porsha was not the greatest mother as you probably can tell. We don’t really have a relationship because she’s not interested in having one and frankly neither am I. Although she doesn’t want a relationship with me, she has continuously tried to establish one with my wallet. I’m sorry that this shit popped off like it did. I’m happy that we both know the truth.” I wasn’t sure why I felt like I needed to apologize for Porsha’s actions, but I did.

We all sat there quietly before Jackson broke the silence. “There is nothing that I can do to get those years with you back. I want you to know that had I known, you would have been in my household. I think Paula knew that and that was why she did what she did. There’s no raising that needs to be done here, but I do want to get to know you as a grown man. I mean, if that’s alright with you. My sons also want to formally meet you.”

Both of his sons, my brothers, were younger than me. Jackson Jr. was twenty-eight and Jamison was twenty-six. I was surprised that they wanted to meet me. “Oh, I didn’t think they would want to meet me.”

He smiled. “Naturally, when the news came out, they came to me and their mother. When she made her confession about what she had done, they were furious. I’ve made a lot of mistakes in life and my marriage, but I’m proud to say that I raised amazing boys. I taught them to take accountability for their actions. The best way to teach that was by leading by example. After our conversation, they very much wanted to formally meet you.”

“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 power to 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 home the 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.

“Mr. Jackson Sr., Jackson Jr., and Jamison London, it is an honor to have you all here in the same place at the same time! Zane, we know from recent news that it was proven that Jackson London Sr. is your biological father. How does it feel to have the support of him and your brothers at your first preseason game where you did amazingly?” Her smile was bright as she asked her question.

Daisy stood on one side of me with her hand in mine while my father and brothers stood on the other side. I glanced in both directions to take it all in. “It feels great to have my woman and my family here to support me. I never imagined that I would see a day like this.”

I peeped Daisy’s eyes buck for a second, but she recovered quickly. Yeah, I did a big one by claiming her on national television. Although it was a spur of the moment decision, it was intentional.

“Oh, this is a new development as well. Zane, would you like to introduce us to your beautiful lady?” the reporter asked with a raised brow and tilted head.

My arm proudly went around Daisy’s waist to pull her into me. I kissed her temple and relished the sight of her blushing. “Yes, this is Daisy December.”

“Miss December, it’s so nice to meet the woman that was able to lock down the Zane Anderson. How does it feel to be the woman on his arm?”

She smiled and glanced over toward me with a soft expression. “It’s nothing short of amazing. Zane is a lot of man to keep up with, but I’m up for the challenge.”

Damn right she is. For the next few minutes, I was asked about how I played and other topics related to me being a player for the Cougars. The reporter also asked my father and brothers questions. It was a cool interview overall. The best thing that came out of it was my claim of Daisy and the formal establishment of me as a part of the London family.