8. Blessing
“Girl, wear something comfortable. It’s just a game night.” I said, propping my phone up against my paper towel holder. I was on FaceTime with Chanel, discussing our plans for the night.
“I know, but his friends are ballers. I can’t just wear anything. What are you wearing?”
“Probably gonna wear that black bodysuit I got from the mall the other day with a cardigan or something.”
“Mmm. I’ll wear one of my Skims outfits. What time is Messiah coming to get the girls?”
My oven buzzed, indicating that it was preheated.
I opened the freezer and pulled out a bag of my homemade cookie dough.
I planned on bringing some to Saint’s house.
I never go to anybody’s house empty-handed.
“He already got them. You ain’t notice how quiet the house is?
” I placed the cookies on a sheet tray before putting them in the oven.
“Look at you over there being Martha Stewart. I’m sure those aren’t the cookies he really wants.”
“You’re so stupid, that man is in a relationship, and I don’t fuck my patients. I could lose my job for that shit.”
“Wellllll, according to GossipInTheCove, wicked witch posted that she was single earlier today. Look.” I picked up my phone, watching as Chanel started sharing her screen.
Mariah had posted a black screen with the word “single” in big, bold letters.
The next slide was a video of her singing along to Ella Mai’s She Don’t.
“Still, I can’t fuck my patient girl. Mrs. Johnson would lose her old ass mind.” I rolled my eyes. Saint being single was news to me, but regardless of my attraction to him, I couldn’t act on it.
“Whatever. I’m about to get dressed and head over there.” Chanel said before ending the call.
Once the cookies were done, I put them on a wire rack to cool.
I headed upstairs to my room to shower and get dressed.
I moisturized my body with my favorite body glaze.
I’d bought it from a small, black-owned brand.
The black tank body suit fit my body like a glove.
I threw a cute cropped jacket on and a pair of sneakers.
I sprayed myself with a sweet, floral fragrance.
It layered perfectly with my body glaze.
I looked in the mirror, admiring myself.
I pushed my wand-curled hair over my shoulder and posed, snapping a few pictures to post later.
I decided to keep it simple and only wear a cute lip combo instead of a full face of makeup.
By the time I was coming down the steps, Chanel was walking through the door.
She had a key to my home that she never hesitated to use.
She was dressed in a grey two-piece lounge set. Her hair was bone straight, parted down the middle. She had a pair of sandals on her feet. Her smooth chocolate skin glowed, and she looked good as hell.
“Let me pack up these cookies, and I’ll be ready,” I said, making my way into the kitchen. I put the cookies in a container and grabbed the bottle of Don Julio Reposado from the freezer.
The front door swung open before I could ring the bell. Saint had two shot glasses in his hand. “Take a shot to enter.” He said, passing us the glasses. We gladly accepted them, immediately tossing them back.
I winced at the burn. “Shitttt. Here, I baked some cookies and bought a bottle. Saint, this is my best friend, Chanel. Chanel, this is Saint.”
He stepped aside, letting us in. “Wassup. Thanks, gorgeous. Everybody’s in the entertainment room.
There’s food and drinks. Leave your phones in the box right there.
” He pointed to a box sitting on an end table.
We both put our phones in the box and followed him into the entertainment room.
There were about 15 other people there. A few faces were familiar. Saint introduced us to everyone.
“Come sit over here!” Taryn said, gesturing to the space next to her on the sofa. She’s the fiancée of Rome, the wide receiver on the Jags. We’d become acquainted with each other after I worked with him last season. “Y’all look good!” She compliments, giving me a side hug.
“Thank you! I love your hair girl.” Chanel responded as we took a seat next to her. The men were seated at a table playing a game of spades.
“We’re already 3 shots in, y’all need to catch up. I’m Symone, by the way.” A gorgeous brown-skinned girl said. Her face was familiar, but I couldn’t figure out where I’d seen her.
Three shots turned into 5, and before we knew it, we were tipsy. The guys had moved from the table to the couches. We were in the middle of a drinking game called NDA. Symone pulled a card from the deck and read it.
“Okay, Moo, sit in the middle of the group and let them ask you questions for a minute or take two shots.”
“Aight. Don’t get too personal, though.” He chuckled.
“Why do they call you Moo?” Amina asked. She was one of the players’ wives.
“Man, I don’t know. That’s something you have to ask my mother.”
“Are you really single?” Chanel’s messy ass asked. I elbowed her.
“Shit, I found out when y’all did.” He responded with a shrug.
“You really be out here trickin’?” Chanel asked. Her ass was so fucking messy.
Saint glanced at me, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip. “If I like you, imma spend some money.”
A girl whose name I didn’t catch laughed and slapped her hand on his shoulder, “Oh, I guess I need to make you like me.”
“Okay, minute up,” Symone said, cutting her eyes at the girl. It was now Chanel’s turn to pull a card.
“Take two shots if you’ve ever damaged someone else’s car.” Chanel spun around to face me and burst out laughing. I pursed my lips and took two shots. A few other girls followed suit. The game kept going for a few more rounds before we ended it.
Dru, Saint’s best friend, had sparked a few blunts that were currently in rotation. The athletes weren’t participating.
“Listen, I’d do anything for those Lil Ricky tickets. They sold out so fast. I almost cried.” I said, blowing smoke from my mouth.
“Girl, we got an entire section. Ya’ll are welcome to come.” Taryn said.
“Oh, I ain’t turning down no free concert,” Chanel responded, slapping hands with me.
“I’m about to go pee,” I said, passing the blunt to Taryn.
I stood from the couch, feeling the effects of the shots we’d taken.
I glanced around the room, immediately meeting Saint’s gaze.
He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, giving me a small grin.
I returned the smile before leaving the room.
I heard heavy footsteps following behind me as I walked down the hall.
The hairs on my arms stood. I didn’t have to turn around to know it was Saint.
I could smell him. His large arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him. I instantly melted against him.
“Where you goin’?” He asked, pressing his lower half into me.
“To the bathroom, Moo moveee before I pee on myself.” I laughed, attempting to remove myself from his arms.
He tightened his arms around me, leaning down to nuzzle his face into my neck. “You smell so good… You can use my bathroom, come on.” He grabbed my hand, leading me into the room down the hall. He closed the door behind him and pointed to the bathroom.
When I came out of the bathroom, Saint was sitting on the bed with his phone in his hands. “How you got your phone, but you made us put ours up?”
He laughed, pulling me between his legs.
“You so fuckin’ good tonight,” he said, a smile spreading across his face as he wrapped his arms around my waist. His face was mere inches from mine, and I could smell the tequila on his breath.
Before I knew it, his lips were pressed against mine.
I let out a soft moan, my arms snaking around his neck as I kissed him back.
His lips were smooth and soft. I opened my mouth, darting my tongue into his.
I felt his hands shift from my waist to my ass, gripping it tightly. Butterflies rumbled through my stomach.
The spark we’ve tried to ignore had been ignited.
Our tongues swirled around each other as his fingers dug into my ass, kneading it gently.
His lips moved from my mouth down to my neck, leaving a trail of soft, wet kisses in their wake.
His teeth sank lightly into my skin, biting it gently.
Heat surged through me, centering in my core.
He lifted me and placed me in his lap. His lips were back on mine, our tongues exploring each other in a slow, intoxicating rhythm.
I could feel him growing hard underneath me.
“Ay Moo-,” The bedroom door swung open, causing me to jump from his lap. “Oh shit, my bad y’all,” Dru said, smirking. He closed the door before turning to leave.
“I-..uh, we shouldn’t have done that..” I said, chewing on my bottom lip. My entire body felt like it was on fire, and only Saint could put it out.
“I wanted to… my bad if I crossed the line, but I can’t act like I haven’t always been attracted to you.” He responded, taking my hand into his.
“I’m your PT. I could lose my job because of this… I’m gonna go.. Thanks for inviting us, Moo.” I slid off the bed.
“Look, it’s late. And y’all are both too drunk to drive home. I have another guest room y’all could sleep in.”
I nodded. “Okay.. I’m gonna go check on Chanel.
” I quickly left the room, making my way back into the entertainment room.
The room was practically empty. Dru and Chanel were the only two left.
She was seated next to him, running her hand down his arm.
I cleared my throat, causing her head to shoot up.
“Oh, hey, Bless, I was looking for you… Uh, I’m about to leave with Dru. Do you want him to drop you off at home?”